Cain stepped forward from the brush, and untied his cloak from around his neck. He looked towards the lake in front of him, surrounded by rich, lush forest. The noon sun shone brightly down on the lake, and the soft waves of the water appeared to glow with the sun. He squatted down and put his sword on the ground. Cain was tired, he had been searching all day for the prince, but had no trace of him.
He was going to find him, no matter if it took him all the way to the border. He was going to find Prince Andrew of Gaber, and bring justice to where it would be due. Andrew would be for all of his pain.
Cain felt someone's pressence next to him, and he stood to find Arteggio standing there. The old man looked very bright today, as if he woke up and smiled alongside the sun for every second of his day. Arteggio's old rags were brown from years of use. They used to be of brighter oranges and yellows, but have slowly faded. He lurched forward with his long, wooden staff. "You know, Cain", he said calmly, "Revenge is a very strong offense. I do not approve of this."
"I don't care", Cain replied solemnly, "He will die before nightfall, if I have my way. I better damn well have it. You know I've had to deal with all this for two years. Being kicked out of town on charges of thievery, then being hunted down by your own friends isn't a very normal way of life." He sighed, "It has to end here, and it will end here."
Arteggio looked towards the other side of the lake, and seemed as if he were talking with the trees. he squinted with the glare of the sun, and smiled. "He is on the main path to Dakken now, about 2 miles south of here." He turned to a path a few feet from where they were, "Go down that way, and you will catch up with him by mid-afternoon."
Cain seemed puzzled, "Why are you letting me go?"
Arteggio walked closer to Cain and patted his shoulder, "My dear friend," he said, "I have my ways, go find yours."
He was going to find him, no matter if it took him all the way to the border. He was going to find Prince Andrew of Gaber, and bring justice to where it would be due. Andrew would be for all of his pain.
Cain felt someone's pressence next to him, and he stood to find Arteggio standing there. The old man looked very bright today, as if he woke up and smiled alongside the sun for every second of his day. Arteggio's old rags were brown from years of use. They used to be of brighter oranges and yellows, but have slowly faded. He lurched forward with his long, wooden staff. "You know, Cain", he said calmly, "Revenge is a very strong offense. I do not approve of this."
"I don't care", Cain replied solemnly, "He will die before nightfall, if I have my way. I better damn well have it. You know I've had to deal with all this for two years. Being kicked out of town on charges of thievery, then being hunted down by your own friends isn't a very normal way of life." He sighed, "It has to end here, and it will end here."
Arteggio looked towards the other side of the lake, and seemed as if he were talking with the trees. he squinted with the glare of the sun, and smiled. "He is on the main path to Dakken now, about 2 miles south of here." He turned to a path a few feet from where they were, "Go down that way, and you will catch up with him by mid-afternoon."
Cain seemed puzzled, "Why are you letting me go?"
Arteggio walked closer to Cain and patted his shoulder, "My dear friend," he said, "I have my ways, go find yours."