Tzarima and Joril

[Tzarima]

The countryside by the border was considered a very beautiful area, with deep forests and rolling hills, many full of crop and grazing animals when closer to a village or town. It had, however, become considerably harder to enjoy the scenic landscape since the rain started. It was quite insane rain to, you could barely raise your head and wouldn’t see anything if you did anyway, the road was a river of mud in a matter of minutes and even Cynred’s heavy warhorse started to have a problem plowing through it.

“Well, there is nothing to it. We are just going to have to take shelter at the next possible place we see.” The knight said, speaking loudly to be heard over the weather. He was keeping his hand over his eyes, wishing he had decided to wear his face-covering helmet earlier. He had noticed that the closer they had come to the border, the more suspicious and nervous he had become. He had been in high spirits when they set off on their mission, but the further they got from their home the more worried he felt. The prince should have had a bigger escort. Could the foreign knights be trusted? Where was it safe to rest? His overprotective concerns were of no consequence now though, even if it wasn’t so cold, the horses would soon be down to their knees in the road. They had to stop under the next roof they found, whatever it may be.

[Joril]

'It is my understanding that there is a village nearby, just a little off the road. Not only would they welcome us, there is a rather interesting structure there that I would like to investigate.' The prince had an unusual fervor for magic and the ancient structures that dotted the landscape, particularly ritualistic ones.

When they reached the village, an old woman came out to meet them from a small hut 'It has been a long time, since immortal visitors came to our village, a very long time indeed. You should take refuge in the central mound, beneath the chief's hut. That is the traditional place for immortals to go in our village. And you, too, ser knight'

[Tzarima]

The knight nodded, it was not as if he would go anywhere but where his lord was going, whatever the old woman said. Even though they could not see very far, the mound was easy to find once the direction had been pointed out. Cynred did not speak until they had taken shelter from the rain, so that he didn’t have to yell to be heard.

“I really wish you had a proper escort.” Was the first thing to come out of him once they had dismounted and gotten out of the rain. “One that is greater than one person. This is all manners of inappropriate.” While true, the level of appropriateness had been a huge issue when they set out, but now that he was tenser, he wished there prince’s guard was of a larger number. While he currently could not help it, Cynred hated being one to fuss over small things, so he did manage to avoid bothering the prince about whether he would get sick from being out in the cold.

“Well, tell me when you think it is calm enough to go examining those interesting structures.” He continued casually while wringing out hos cloak.