The Ogre seemed content enough after the ghostly girl used Brorin's lavender on her burnt hand, already happily chomping on a horse again. She may be stupid as a rock, but she had helped him up before, and that deserved a tit for tat, Brorin supposed. Besides,
even the fools fit, in the end. Still, that cursed burn wound was worrying. He would have to pray for her. He made a note to cook up some holy water alongside his mutagens later.
And as if the day couldn't have any more surprises in store, the day had some more surprises in store. Thuk, the slain Sulfreyan who had led the attack on them had been made un-dead and pledged fealty to the death-witch. Sulfrey had indeed been alerted of their trouble brewing. And then the mute ghostly girl started... talking? Brorin wasn't sure what to make of it. It seemed to come from afar, like a whispered echo from the depths of her throat, or from the depths of time for that matter - indeed, didn't
Viktor just...?
Brorin shook his head.
"These godless oddities are starting to add up in too quick succession for my likes. But the suggestion is agreeable. I too vote for the cache. If the next stop after that is going to be the very heart of Sulfrey we better go prepared. Ricon, if your cache happens to have any spirits, I'll gladly partake in them. My alchemy requires them, and I'd prefer some cleaner ones over whatever booze the Ogre's chest--"Before he could finish his sentence, yet another surprise!
"Bravo!" a strange voice clamored from the distance, a boastful spiel followed, and before anyone knew well and good what had just happened, a woman who called herself Sylvaine De Vermeille inserted herself into the merry band of Blackguards. The name rung with an arrogant theatricality Brorin was, regrettably,
intimately familiar with.
De Vermeille. Highborn blood, no doubt about it. Brorin tsked. They always did say their second and third children became either monks,
or bandits. But the Maw? That was a low even Brorin didn't expect.
"Greetings, friend." Brorin dripped of irony. He better make it known exactly what he thought of her kind, and how far he would have her stay away.
No, not this, not again. His story?
"Experimented on my fellows, made a mockery of our creation, burnt down a King's Church and everyone in it, and all the King's horses and all the King's men, couldn't be put back together again. And for that, I accepted my punishment." Punishment? No, you are freed now, brother.Leaning softly on his cane, he spread an arm in a mock bow.
"Brorin Foul, at your service..."