Was the last chapter to mushy, if it was to mushy tell me? I don't do mushy really.:P
Anyway this is gonna have a fill in of the made up people but there are, our ra people as well.
Chapter 3… Unfair
The harbour in Teutland was cacophonous. The air was crisp and breath could be seen in clouds, in the air. The sea was sharp and anyone who fell into the sea would surely perish. Small groups of sailors and traders huddled together to keep warm. Even in the cold weather many people walked around, I reminded Murray of the giant ant hill he use to find in the castle gardens.
Large ships towered above him and his tiny army of men. One-hundred fit strong men, handpicked by Murray himself. Murray wanted strong swords behind him whilst going against unknown territory. His men now looked like wandering maidens lost in the high of winter. He shook his head and turned back to the ships, looking from the captain he paid yesterday.
Finally coming to the four ships that would accommodate his men he turned and shouted a crisp order to his second in commands. Twenty-five men would board each ship. Each with an experienced knight and captain. He would board the leading ship. Much to his dismay the weather seemed to look at its worst. Murray had never really had sea legs as his mother used to put it. No don't think about her, he thought.
Crowley looked across his desk to Gilan who for once was not smiling. Instead he looked tied almost sad and he really wasn't with it, swimming in his own thoughts.
Crowley coughed, 'as you we saying-'
Gilan woke from his little trance, 'sorry what was that Crowley?'
Crowley rolled his eyes, 'I said as you were saying…'
'Oh right well I looked through the file and from what I understand you want me to go with some noisy knights to Celtica because you believe that there is a small army forming there?'
'Kind of,' Crowley confirmed, yes he was right something was very off.
'So you think that Celtica's finally found people that can fight instead of tear up their own land?'
'No that is very unlikely, but reports from there have been like none and other sources tell us that a hostile group of people were seen there.'
Gilan nodded, this was really weird, Crowley thought. Gilan, ever the ranger, would have been intrigued at 'other sources' but he wasn't.
'Right Gilan,' Crowley commanded, making Gilan look back at him again, 'what in the seven hells is wrong with you today?'
'What do you mean?' asked Gilan far too innocently.
'Not asking questions for one, not smiling for another, I mean you lived with Halt for five years and I never saw you not smiling and he's like the grumpiest man I know.'
'And I'm sure you know a lot of people,' Gilan said allowing a small smile.
'Shut up,' Crowley mumbled, 'anyway are you going to tell me what's wrong or am I going to have to force it from you.'
'I had a fight with Jenny,' Gilan mumbled.
'There's nothing wrong with that, all couples do it,' Crowley frowned, there was something Gilan wasn't letting out.
Gilan looked down at his hands, 'she thinks it's not fair that I don't tell her anything.'
'How do you mean?'
'Well you know Will and Halt their wives know stuff about the kingdom that other people should not know and well so they can like tell each other stuff and like I can't because Jenny's just a cook.'
'You know she'll get over it,' Crowley said in a wise voice.
'Since when would you know, like you've even been in a relationship,' Gilan said smiling for the first time.
'I show you-' He started but Gilan was already sprinting to the door, 'young people,' Crowley muttered, 'Will is going to be here in two days, he was board of Crying babies he told me so he's coming too, I want you to leave when he arrives.'
'Okay,' Gilan said running out the door. He sprinted down two flights of stairs almost knocking a serving girl flying. He slowed to a walk when he reached the main courtyard careful not to catch attention to himself, a ranger never liked that.
It was only minutes and till he reached the castle kitchens…
I know it was like really short but i wanted to stop there cose i'm evil...
