"By foot Templar. Hardel is a veteran ranger of these parts. He is your guide as well as your commander, though he has informed me he will restrain from making the groups decisions." Alistair seemed to sound almost displeased by what Hardel had told him. Obviously the two men did not see eye to eye on matters as these. Alistair would have preferred Hardel to simply take command, instead of this foolishness of letting the youngsters dictate their fates. Then again the old fool only want to see what his new squire was made off on the field. Such nonsense, Alistair preferred efficiency over such trivial pursuits. This mission was too important to fail, no kingdom could withstand the stress of another war.
"Don't worry boy, I'll keep up. And no doubt keep you fed, unless you know how to hunt without attracting imps..." Hardel jested. Imps were an old fairytale from when Elves ruled, Demons were the real menace of the realms. They would appear everywhere and ruin lives, homes, anything they got their claws into. Imps was a nickname for the smaller whelps of the demon kind. Nobody liked them, not even other demons it seemed. "Vicious little bastards they are. Just don't let them get close without scaring the crap out of them, and you'll be fine." Hardel smiled at Jason and Iabor, taking out a small bottle of what looked like mead or wine and downing a swig of it. Returning the cork to the lid and tucking it back inside his clothes.
"Don't worry boy, I'll keep up. And no doubt keep you fed, unless you know how to hunt without attracting imps..." Hardel jested. Imps were an old fairytale from when Elves ruled, Demons were the real menace of the realms. They would appear everywhere and ruin lives, homes, anything they got their claws into. Imps was a nickname for the smaller whelps of the demon kind. Nobody liked them, not even other demons it seemed. "Vicious little bastards they are. Just don't let them get close without scaring the crap out of them, and you'll be fine." Hardel smiled at Jason and Iabor, taking out a small bottle of what looked like mead or wine and downing a swig of it. Returning the cork to the lid and tucking it back inside his clothes.
