[center][h3]~ The Bandit Camp ~[/h3][/center]

[center][i]Interacted with:[/i] [@HereComesTheSnow][/center]

Jarde flinched when [u]Elodie[/u] sank her axe unto the Bandit King's neck, decapitating the corpse. Now they know that Jeremiah was really, certainly, most definitely dead. The stench of dead flesh permeated the air and Jarde found it best to vacate the vicinity.

Moments later, [u]Fanilly[/u] climbed atop the burning log from earlier, now doused, and announced to the entire camp that Jeremiah the Bandit King was dead and that the rest of the bandits, what's left of them anyway, should surrender and not make things worse for themselves. What little fighting remained immediately halted. The Iron Rose Knights stood triumphant this day. Not that there was any question.

Now it was the aftermath, wrapping things up. [u]The Captain[/u] had begun speaking to the flank leaders as the rest of the order began tending to their wounded, securing the prisoners and preparing transport. Jarde was reminded that his horse, very unluckily, died when this whole thing started. He figured there was a free horse here somewhere that he could use and his eyes began scanning. Surely there was one since this was a bandit camp with all the bandits dead and gone.

[quote=Gerard Segremors][color=goldenrod]"Sir Jarde— I still owe you a horse, don't I?"[/color][/quote]

"[color=yellow]Haha! You do, don't you?[/color]" Jarde laughed as he remembered the earlier offer. "[color=yellow]My thanks, sir. Don't mind if I do.[/color]"