“The rebels are held up in that old fort. It’s our duty to seize them, but remember, spare anyone who yields. We are here for justice, not bloodshed.” Announced the knight on horseback. His finger anchored to the sight of a dilapidated stronghold on a nearby hill. They were there to capture Stellan rebels plaguing the countryside. Obasi wanted just to kill them and be done with it, but politics and morality decided otherwise. He found it all so trite and dull how any lord’s actions were dictated not by want but by political alignment. Then again, he himself was uncomfortable with needless murder so, Obasi couldn’t exactly complain. Really, the lad just wanted this whole ordeal to be over so he could collect his reward. He was eternally uninterested in fighting under the banner of some lord or lady instead of hoping for it to end. Until such a time, however, he would wait amongst Cassia’s henchmen ready to charge.
“Are you ready, lad?” A gruff older gentleman a decade his senior asked the Octo-lad. In return, Obasi blossomed a small magical circle, which garnered a subtle not from the old-timer. At least they would get on with it. The planning stage would, at last, come to an end.
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