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While he was easily able to keep up with Isabeau, the travel to the cave put him on edge, he kept his eyes on the surrounding land they walked. Now would be an opportune time to attack, the group had just been formed and each member of the group did not know what the others were capable off. Yet the attack never came and that made him uneasy. There was also the uncertainty of what they faced, was it Zargon and a collection of demonic cultists or was it a demonic army with hell fire swords coming to crush the mortal realm?

Entering the cave, he thumbed the hilt of his sword with a gloved hand making sure it was loose in its scabbard. He did not trust mages, many looked down on the common folk and thought that because they had the ability burn and destroy at a whim, that they should rule the land. Ionathan had fought mages before and had the scars to prove it.

He winced as Isabeau cut through her hand, what was this ritual supposed to prove? Why couldn’t they just have a man at the gate instead of having to rely on this barbaric practice? As the door opened and Ionathan took his shield of his back but he did not draw his sword, if they were friendly he did not want to antagonise them, but he did want to show them that he was ready should any action take place.

Deciding to go second after Isabeau he gave a shrug to Ajax’s question as he went past and caught up to Isabeau looking at the bleeding cut. Rummaging around in his first aid pouches he finally picked out a bandage roll and offered it to her. He was happy that he final got to use his first aid supplies, he usually never got to use it as the battlefield injuries were usually to severe for simple first aid.
That was a good post IcePezz, my own post should be up tomorrow.
Same here
It feels good to be back.
As he finished donning his armour, Ionathan smoothed the tabard that was across his mail shirt, as he did so he noticed Isabeau gaze. While he smiled back, he began to wonder about her life. Has she ever had a relatively normal day in her life? Has she ever gone out with a few friends to the local tavern? He was certain the answers to both questions was no which only made him feel more determined. If they could end this, Isabeau could start a normal life.

Moving closer to the group around Isabeau he nodded his consent to the plan, he was sure that if they asked nicely, Emil would let them sling Genevieve on the back of his horse again. Of course it would look like they kidnapped her. In a way they did, but it was all for the greater good and most travellers these days keep to themselves so their travels should be free from any interruptions.

"Trouble! You're all trouble!"

Ionathan frowned, he has had to deal with drunkards too many times in his life and as he listened the mob mentality grew. With increasing confidence that only came from their drinks and the voiced discontent of others. Ionathan knew he had no jurisdiction here, but they didn’t know that.

"I can keep her in check if my concentration isn't broken."
"Not to mention my friends."

He could not help but smile at Regina when she called him her friend, sure she may have precision marksmanship and terrifying abilities, but she has a good heart. Not to mention that she had played an excellent role in calming the discontent. With her reassurance it was now time to finish of the discontent.

He now made his way into the centre of the Inn, putting more force into his steps for the sound of his heels slamming into the wooden floor. As planned the thud of his heels broke convocations in the tavern, along with his bright tabard, all eyes were on him instead of on the group.

“I am Sir Ionathan Hepburnberg, Commissioner of Justice, head of the Waeldeshorian Guard.

I was tasked, along with my companions, to arrest this so called witch and to take her to where she will face her crimes, and face justice.

We are fully equipped to face anything she can throw at use, so you can assure yourselves that this is under control and we will soon be leaving.

It is now my duty to inform you that a cottage has recently collapsed in this local district, labourers will be randomly picked to clear the rubble, please see your local government official for more information. Thank you for your time.”

With Regina’s reassurance and the moaning turned to the prospect of spending a few days doing labour intensive work, the tension eased.

Ionathan now made his way back to the group, mouthing a thank you to Regina.
Ready and Able(ish)
Ionathan finished eating, wiping the used dining utensils with a cloth. Observing his companions, he saw that all seemed, to be not yet ready to leave the tavern. He knew that he had a strict routine when compared to others but the thought of haste disturbed him.

Zargon had managed to get in to Waeldeshore, create chaos and escape, what was to stop him from doing so again with an army of cultists and demons at his back? He has had twenty-five years to consolidate and prepare for his next move. Ionathan would urge all due haste if he had the influence over the group.

Looking at Sakaala next to him he wondered about her species, there were few books that Ionathan could access about them and he wondered if asking about her species would be rude. Deciding that it is better to be safe than sorry, he dismissed the notion, making a mental reminder to ask her later.

Getting up of his chair and giving a nod to those who he crossed eyes with he headed up back to his room and started to don his arms and armour. It was a different tale twenty-five years ago, back then he had intel on the group he was tasked to follow, he knew enough about them to trust them to make the right decisions.

He would trust them and he hoped that for Waeldeshore’s sake, that when the time came, he could rely on them to have his back.

@Belwicket @vietmyke @AdamantiumWolf @Zero Hex @The Harbinger of Ferocity @IcePezz @The Fated Fallen
I shall have a post up tomorrow
Ionathan began to rouse from his bed, thankfully he had slept well and he felt like it. Due to the fact he was the first to get to sleep, Ionathan woke up earlier then the others and began to go about his usual routine. Dressing in his Gambeson and brown trousers he then started to shave using a shiny brass bowl as a mirror. While shaving his mind turned to the group, it was inevitable that they would face combat soon and each of them seemed to be formidable but he pondered about Ajax. While he did have superhuman strength Ionathan wondered how he would combat foes that were well armoured and well trained. Realising that Ajax would not have come this far if he didn’t have some kind of strategy against such foes this train of thought soon was forgotten as he finished shaving his face feeling as smooth as a cold steel.

Walking downstairs eager for breakfast he saw Isabeau sitting by a table which Ionathan saw as an opportune time to catch up, he was very interested to hear what she had been up to since the Waeldeshore incursion. Picking up some leftover bread from yesterday and a small block of butter Ionathan began to make his way to Isabeau.

"When you left, I felt betrayed. I thought you were gonna wait for me. But you were gone before I was awake."

He froze on the spot, he knew that question was best left between the two and him butting in would be improper. Turning away from them he pondered where to sit, Sakaala looked to be still asleep so sitting next to her might arouse her from slumber. Deciding to sit at a different table Ionathan sat down, buttered the bread and started eating as quietly as possible. He thanked the heavens that he remembered his dining utensils. Eating without them would be so uncivilised

@Belwicket @vietmyke @AdamantiumWolf @Zero Hex @The Harbinger of Ferocity @IcePezz @The Fated Fallen
I will have a post up in the morning
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