The cold of the land of the Vaegirs is no stranger to Anton, nor to his party of men. He bit harshly into a stale loaf of bread as the small fire crackled around the tent and pillows of the area. Deshavi hadn't said a word the entire time she sat here, not that she said much anyways. The two sat alone, separated from the rest of the men who were stuck in the village near by. No one questions why Anton sleeps away from the troops, but the fact that Deshavi decides to intervene in his lonesomeness is shocking to say the least. The archer just stared into the fire with him, her statuesque ebony face never moving.
She still hasn't said anything. It's awkward to say the least.
"How long have you've been in Calradia, captain?" She asks.
"What?"
Deshavi doesn't look at him. "You heard me."
Anton looked strangely at her, perplexed by the question. He rubbed his beard in thought for the answer. "I haven't thought about how long I've been here. So much happened since I came you just… lose track of time."
The fire cackled, chirps of crickets and other nocturnal creatures filling the empty air. Deshavi makes a smirk, the first sign of emotion Anton has seen from her the entire time she's been here.
She starts to talk more, her voice filled with gratitude. "I just wanted to say captain, thank you for hiring me in this band of adventures. I'm sure the others feel the same way as I, for you are a great captain.
I understand that these past few weeks have been tough on you. All of us really. But you never seemed to give up. Losing the battle to that Rhodok count was damaging to us all, but even until you were surrounded you fought 'till your body gave on you. That's what I admire most about you. Even in the face of great challenge and hardship you manage to survive and fight another day."
Anton didn't know what to say. "Thank you, Deshavi."
He looked up at the sky and admired the stars. Even after so much, there's still a wonder to the world beyond bandits and meddling lords. Anton turned to see the Deshavi leave him be, joining with the rest of them men who drank and laughed amongst each other. He shifted, and decided that he was going to join them, and left the lonesome fire to join his men.
A/N: a little oneshot looking at my character Anton in MountBlade: Warband, a medieval fantasy RPG game that I've been playing all summer so far lol.
My job is making me work nights so this has left me tired and energized to write, I'm terribly sorry for that. The latest chapter in the works is the PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds SYOC so that'll be uploaded as soon as possible.
If you want to see more stories like MountBlade please tell me in the reviews, I really enjoy the lore of the game.
-Mister Bombastic