Author's Note: Less serious than the previous one by far, this one can take place whenever you want it to (so long as it is after the beginning and before the end). I suppose I should warn the readers of this fic that levels of seriousness will differentiate with each ficlet.
Stationed between the well traveled trails of Acre and Jerusalem were two guards dutifully patrolling the area. The two guards were all the area needed, seeing as the village nearby held a few more guards for back up and hardly anything ever happened in the vicinity. The guards, donned in their leather armor and strapped with their blades, took to lazily walking around and calling it their 'job'. They were thankful that their helmet-less getup allowed them to feel the cool air the Mediterranean breeze had to offer.
"Quick, look alert," the taller of the two guards said, "someone is coming."
Both guards stood straighter, walking in more meaningful strides and in more official walking patterns. The clopping of a traveler on horseback grew less thunderous as it neared. At a walking pace entered a white horse with two passengers on its back. The oddly familiar white outfit the front passenger wore drew suspicion from both guards, who exchanged looks of planning at each other. They noticed the other passenger holding onto the white robed man with only his right arm. This passenger wore a black robe, his hood up as well - both were certainly out of place when compared to the other travelers that passed through the check point. They looked nothing like merchants with their large carts of goods, nothing like the families that migrated between cities, and nothing like the Templars that ravaged through. The only observation they could make was that their horse had a compartment for their traveling supply, but it failed to appear as if it held anything.
The man in white had the horse walk over to a post before he slid off, not even bothering to help his companion down. After watching the other passenger dismount with ease the guards watched from afar as they both headed into the village and up to the closest market stand. A few goods were purchased and there was what seemed to be a squabble between the two over who would carry the goods. In the end the man dressed in white ended up carrying the purchases and placing them into the supply pouch. He mounted the horse and held tightly onto the reins as the other man grabbed onto his back and pulled himself up with one arm.
The horse went cantering by in a blur of white as the guards watched with wary eyes; fast horses usually meant trouble was riding them. They did not need to worry for long though as the two had left as discreetly as they came.
"That was rather suspicious," the short, thin guard thought aloud.
The taller guard squinted his eyes to see in the distance, making note of how the passenger rider held on tightly with his right arm onto the driver and how he rested his head firmly against the driver's back. He questioned their relationship to each other when it seemed a while ago they did not even acknowledge the others' existence. "That's not the only thing that's suspicious," muttered the tall guard.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Worry no more," he shook his head and took in a breath. "They are gone. We may go back to being lax now."