Another bummer
"General Findan! Master Raelag! What took you two so long? We were worried that you two might have been ambushed by the enemy!"
That and a couple more of concerns were voiced out as the two weary elves entered their camp. Hours had passed since their departure, and they could see the sun slowly rising from in between the trees. Findan frowned as Raelag explained the troubles they had encountered, mostly which he had made up to cover the little thing that have transpired between them…by accident, Findan added in his mind. He did not seriously kiss the most hated person on his list. In fact, the two had agreed to not talk about it, and act as if nothing had happened. But they were both too tired to argue even if it was normal for them to do so.
"We have an hour left to make and drink berry juice. I suggest we should start immediately- me and Findan look as if we would die without one." Raelag finished, holding up a pile of berries and dumping it before a group of sprites and blood maidens. "Go ahead, get a head start then."
Obediently the women picked up the pile and got to work immediately. Raelag turned his head and grinned tiredly at the Wood elf general, gesturing a thumbs up. This whole thing is going to be trouble, Findan thought, guiltily returning the smile. I just know it.
"What happened? Did you defeat them? Did you own? Who died? Did you guys kiss? Did you recruit more? Did you bring me some treats? Berry juice? YAY!"
The tirade of questions was immediately halted by Narxes, Zehir's personal scribe and caretaker, by offering the said worked-up mage a glass of Berry juice. Findan and Raelag stood side by side, still weary from the battle they had been from, watching the eighteen-year-old finish the glass in one gulp. Zehir gave out a satisfied burp and grinned at them both. Findan could feel another vein mark rising in his forehead- the kid just wouldn't shut up.
"We defeated them alright," Raelag spoke, grinning at the young mage. "And now we've got enough gold to recruit us some serious warriors. Now we can launch our assault on Talonguard and hopefully be able to cast the rite on Isabel, so that she would be well."
Zehir nodded as he straightened up on the cushioned furniture he was sitting on. It was a large pillow, and it made him look like a sultan…which he probably was. "Alrighty then! Why don't we start to move out?" he said, conjuring up a map of the land they were in and a quill pen to write with. "You guys can take care of the towns up north and that of the one near Talonguard." Findan and Raelag stiffened at that. "You're pairing us up again?" Both asked the kid a bit dangerously. Zehir placed the tip of the pen on his bottom lip, scrutinizing them both with his dark eyes. "Isn't that fun?" he asked, his eyes twinkling maliciously. Immediately both elves shook their heads, frowning as they did so. Sure it was fun, but it was…awkward. "I don't care. I'm staying with Godric to discuss about the lower towns and all. Within a week we must meet before the garrison that leads to Talonguard, capish?"