"What are we s'posed to do with these kids, Grayson? I'm a warrior for heaven's sake not a nanny!" A deep voiced hissed over the crackle of the bonfire. A single caravan was left unmoving beneath the shadow of an old oak tree. It was the last caravan, separated from all the others that had left days in advanced. When the king realized several children were still within Aven he took the last of the caravans and told his men to round up the remaining children. That was exactly what they had done and the single cart had traveled for hours on end before finally stopping for the night. Most of the children in the last caravan were older, though a few young ones still remained. The sound of their stifled sobs were drowned out by the wind.
"We need to get them to Nimbus unharmed, Tony. What else are supposed to do? Those were the kings orders, but Nimbus is a week away and anything can happen in a week." This time it was a calmer voice. "What do you think we should do, Sarah?" The man flashed her an endearing smile. "I mean you're the smart one and the one who's good with kids. Grayson would just make those children cry some more."
The woman clad in chainmail rolled her eyes before letting out a soft huff. "We keep them safe of course," her eyes flitted from both men to the ink black sky. "This isn't easy for them, we'll need to make sure they feel safe. We'll get them to Nimbus where they can hopefully begin new lives."
"Aye, those empire dogs won't lay a single hand on those kids." Tony smiled. "If they even try, we'll give them one helluva fight. They'll be running back to Nevermore with their tails tucked between their legs for sure."
"Bah! You were always one to talk big, Tony." Grayson staggered to his feet, and walked up to the supplies. The burly man picked up a few blankets and slowly made his way to the caravan. Most of the children were huddling together, but some were actually eager enough to venture out of the cart and linger around the bonfire. The other knights were standing guard, so the children had freedom to stroll around as long as they didn't get out of sight. Grayson put on the kindest expression he could muster and held out what little blankets they had. "Here you go, kids." It had hurt to see so many young faces etched with fear and Pain. It melted his heart a little. It was one thing to see broken warriors, but it was an entirely new thing to see children of eight with hopelessness in their eyes. Grayson struck a silly pose and tried his darnedest to get at least one of them to laugh. "We'll protect you, it's a promise and we swore on our lives." Some of the kids brightened up and he was glad that the younger ones were as naive as they were.
Grayson gave then a salute. "Feel free to roam and stetch your legs little ones. We'll be watching over you. That's for sure."