All the suspense, all the worry, all the build-up disappeared as Andre placed the scroll back in Marian's hands. The history seeker nodded in thanks, shifting his backpack so he could store his new item. It seemed Marian's first assumption about the knight's honor code was not how he imagined; even if this scroll was the last reminder of a slain knight, Andre saw no need to keep it. Marian didn't complain, but he was surprised. If that scroll was on his father's body when he died, Marian probably would desire to possess it. But no matter; Marian would put it to use, and remember what it was meant for.
Marian only grinned at Andre's words. The history seeker was sure he could uncover more questions inside him to press on the knight. Although in the city, he rarely conversed with the armored protectors. This was his chance to learn more, and provide the man a chance to relax. "Aye, let's make our way to the Stallion"
So Marian walked alongside the knight on there way back to the city gates. Along the way Marian spotted an old boot covered in sand, and he considered giving it to Dominac as a souvenir from the storm one season ago. But it was the old man who had sent him out here in the first place. What began as labor turned into a blessing. On his own whim, Marian never would've ventured out into the fields. Then he wouldn't have met Andre, never learned of the storm from a survivor who fought against it. And he never would've found this scroll.
So Marian silently thanked the old man for sending him out here. He might even thank him in person tomorrow; there was no returning this day. For tonight, he drank with Andresciel.
End
Marian only grinned at Andre's words. The history seeker was sure he could uncover more questions inside him to press on the knight. Although in the city, he rarely conversed with the armored protectors. This was his chance to learn more, and provide the man a chance to relax. "Aye, let's make our way to the Stallion"
So Marian walked alongside the knight on there way back to the city gates. Along the way Marian spotted an old boot covered in sand, and he considered giving it to Dominac as a souvenir from the storm one season ago. But it was the old man who had sent him out here in the first place. What began as labor turned into a blessing. On his own whim, Marian never would've ventured out into the fields. Then he wouldn't have met Andre, never learned of the storm from a survivor who fought against it. And he never would've found this scroll.
So Marian silently thanked the old man for sending him out here. He might even thank him in person tomorrow; there was no returning this day. For tonight, he drank with Andresciel.
End
