Armor of the Syliran Knights, smuggled out of the city itself? That was something Xalet had not seen in all of his years. Perhaps he was simply too ignorant to think such a thing was even possible. The value of a Knight's suit of armor was obviously very great, metal in that quantity forged to such specifics took both skill and ample resources. There was more to it than that, however. The armor and the crests or markings that could be placed upon it were visual indicators, signifying friend from foe. In an organization with thousands of members, knowing the names and faces of all of them was nearly impossible for even the most astute mind. When it came down to it, Xalet himself had to look at the sword insignias upon the different Knights to even know what rank of man or woman he was speaking with.
At the direction of the Knight, Xalet grabbed a length of rope typically utilized to lash his horse securely to a tree or within the stables and secured the man's hands together in front of him. There was more worrying Xalet beyond the extraction of Syliran armor. Not only did he wonder how the man had managed to get it, but who exactly he planned on giving it to. In the custody of the large Akalak and the Warrior Mage, the elderly man was clearly nervous and defeated. A keen eye would notice that instead of paying attention to those two members of the Syliran Order, his head seemed to swivel back and forth, like an owl's. Watching. Waiting for something.
"Understood Ser. I imagine they will want to interrogat--" before the Squire's words could even finish, a glint of steel traveled out from the forest path. Heavy training or not, Xalet was simply not quickly enough to remove his shield from his back after securing the prisoner. Though the straps had reached his hand and gave him sufficient protection for himself, the arrow itself slammed right into the chest of the man the two had just captured. The force was so great his sternum could be heard collapsing under the force of the broad bladed arrow before finally coming to a halt, blowing the frail man's body backward until it came to rest upon the ground. "Damn!" Xalet shouted as he turned toward the direction of the arrow. Both Syliran's could hear the sounds of brush and twigs snapping in a direction away from both of them.
At the direction of the Knight, Xalet grabbed a length of rope typically utilized to lash his horse securely to a tree or within the stables and secured the man's hands together in front of him. There was more worrying Xalet beyond the extraction of Syliran armor. Not only did he wonder how the man had managed to get it, but who exactly he planned on giving it to. In the custody of the large Akalak and the Warrior Mage, the elderly man was clearly nervous and defeated. A keen eye would notice that instead of paying attention to those two members of the Syliran Order, his head seemed to swivel back and forth, like an owl's. Watching. Waiting for something.
"Understood Ser. I imagine they will want to interrogat--" before the Squire's words could even finish, a glint of steel traveled out from the forest path. Heavy training or not, Xalet was simply not quickly enough to remove his shield from his back after securing the prisoner. Though the straps had reached his hand and gave him sufficient protection for himself, the arrow itself slammed right into the chest of the man the two had just captured. The force was so great his sternum could be heard collapsing under the force of the broad bladed arrow before finally coming to a halt, blowing the frail man's body backward until it came to rest upon the ground. "Damn!" Xalet shouted as he turned toward the direction of the arrow. Both Syliran's could hear the sounds of brush and twigs snapping in a direction away from both of them.