As the ticks went by, it became clearer to Caelin that this particular large black avian was something, absolutely not a common animal. The knight realized ever since the beginning, the bird was warning the knights of those merchants' true nature as slavers, squawking with a voice that somewhat mimic the Common tongue. Now, it was soaring beside him, shouting out words. Caelin concentrated to comprehend the bird's 'speech'. Delay, huh? Hmm... perhaps I should slow down. His initial judgement told him to give chase over trusting a bird, but if there was one thing experience could teach a person was that things were more than meets the eye.
Caelin gave a nod to the raven as she slightly slowed down his war steed, letting the runaway slaver gained distance... from him, not from the bird. What came next brought a raised eyebrow of intrigue to the knight, his icy blue eyes watched as the courageous raven dived in, attacking the slaver with its talons. The cart went out of control and amidst the screams of caged slaves, it bounced over a hole, launching the driver off the seat. Thankfully, the horses didn't panic and they decided to slow down, stopping the cart. Caelin took the chance, he galloped to the prone slaver and jumped down, brandishing his longsword. Kraul was still alive and he was in deep shyke, a hard slam on the back of his neck, courtesy of Caelin's boot, was all that needed to knock him into the dreamscapes.
The sergeant knight sheathed his sword back, huffing and slighty shook his head. The nerves of these scums, did they think passing through the Order's territory will be so easy? Sometimes Caelin wondered if criminals outside of Syliras were dumber than he thought, well, most likely the smart ones wouldn't even think of going nowhere near the Fortress City. The slaves were bewildered for a moment, before shouting in cheers, extremely relieved at their apparent salvation. Caelin faced them and gave a nod, "Rest easy, you are safe". His words were few, but they carried such presence that the slaves went quiet, happy smiles marring their expressions.
Now, the knight needed to thank his literal wingman, the mysterious raven. Caelin's horse gave a proud snort when Marrick landed on its back, it disliked anyone other than Caelin to ride him without permission, but its master seemed to like the bird so it didn't protest further. The knight took out some bandages from his saddlebag and covered the unconscious Kraul's wound, also using ropes to bind his arms behind his back and his ankles together, the slaver would be questioned, perhaps there were more of their ilk.
Caelin stood up, turned around, and walked back to his war steed. Now the bird was shouting out triumphant words of justice, Caelin regarded the raven and gave it a light salute. "I thank you for your assistance, friend. I am Sergeant Knight Caelin Verellin of the Syliran Knights, may I ask who am I speaking to?" By now, he was sure this raven was a Kelvic, if any of his subordinates dared to question his decision, they would taste what it's like to train under Ser Titus' famous 'drills', not that one of them was here, Caelin was confident his subordinates would handle those two criminals just fine and help the wounded squire.
Caelin gave a nod to the raven as she slightly slowed down his war steed, letting the runaway slaver gained distance... from him, not from the bird. What came next brought a raised eyebrow of intrigue to the knight, his icy blue eyes watched as the courageous raven dived in, attacking the slaver with its talons. The cart went out of control and amidst the screams of caged slaves, it bounced over a hole, launching the driver off the seat. Thankfully, the horses didn't panic and they decided to slow down, stopping the cart. Caelin took the chance, he galloped to the prone slaver and jumped down, brandishing his longsword. Kraul was still alive and he was in deep shyke, a hard slam on the back of his neck, courtesy of Caelin's boot, was all that needed to knock him into the dreamscapes.
The sergeant knight sheathed his sword back, huffing and slighty shook his head. The nerves of these scums, did they think passing through the Order's territory will be so easy? Sometimes Caelin wondered if criminals outside of Syliras were dumber than he thought, well, most likely the smart ones wouldn't even think of going nowhere near the Fortress City. The slaves were bewildered for a moment, before shouting in cheers, extremely relieved at their apparent salvation. Caelin faced them and gave a nod, "Rest easy, you are safe". His words were few, but they carried such presence that the slaves went quiet, happy smiles marring their expressions.
Now, the knight needed to thank his literal wingman, the mysterious raven. Caelin's horse gave a proud snort when Marrick landed on its back, it disliked anyone other than Caelin to ride him without permission, but its master seemed to like the bird so it didn't protest further. The knight took out some bandages from his saddlebag and covered the unconscious Kraul's wound, also using ropes to bind his arms behind his back and his ankles together, the slaver would be questioned, perhaps there were more of their ilk.
Caelin stood up, turned around, and walked back to his war steed. Now the bird was shouting out triumphant words of justice, Caelin regarded the raven and gave it a light salute. "I thank you for your assistance, friend. I am Sergeant Knight Caelin Verellin of the Syliran Knights, may I ask who am I speaking to?" By now, he was sure this raven was a Kelvic, if any of his subordinates dared to question his decision, they would taste what it's like to train under Ser Titus' famous 'drills', not that one of them was here, Caelin was confident his subordinates would handle those two criminals just fine and help the wounded squire.
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