A/N: For those of you who know what I'm rambling about, this is a continued epilogue of LK.
Armed with love's weaponry he rides on beauty's steed.
In the Name of…
"But Kel... she's waiting for me!"
Those words echoed in Sir Nealan of Queenscove's brain, as he struggled to fight off the next bandit. In the rush to get to Fort Steadfast, the party of jovial travelers had forgotten to take extra precautions, and had walked straight into a nest of bandits. It was hard to tell whether they were Scanran and Tortallan, but they were serious, and they were out to kill.
Neal's opponent was a skilled swordsman, and 'Meathead', almost on the brink of giving up, suddenly remembered the peach-shaped face of his love, Lady Yukimi of Queenscove. Suddenly, his resolve hardened, and he no longer was in the present, he was in the future.
Bloody and tired, the group from new Haven that stopped in front of Steadfast's gates early the next morning was led by the mage with the emerald healing power.