Ralph
Sir Bryan Verandus, Harronheart Forest


Ripping a small part of his tunic as a makeshift bandage for the wound in his shoulder, Bryan gave a nod to his friend as they head out from the hideout. 

Taking a arrow from the quiver he wears it on his back, he held his guard high. Watching the surroundings around him to see if anything or sort moves out of a sudden.

They went down the hill, toward the supposed direction of where Harronheart should be. Bryan hope nothing bad happens on the way back to it.
Dianne
Harronheart County's forest

In the distance, the could hear the sounds of horses. They were approaching fast. Sable Brotherhood members? Allies? The young men had little time to decide if they wanted to hide or meet the incoming riders.
Ralph
Sir Bryan Verandus, Harronheart Forest

"Hide." He whisper quickly, as he turned and ran into the nearest bushes. Diving into it for cover, quickly.

Bryan take a nock with the arrow he held along with the bow as he ready themselves for what is to come. In his mind, the fellow knight thought it would be the Sable Brotherhood considering no one would walk along this path that is nearby their hideout.

He held a deep breath, readying himself for it.
Dianne
Harronheart forest

Five riders appeared in the horizon: Lancel, the short-haired girl, and four brigands. One of them in particular looked grizzled and scarred, but fearsome.
When they were about to pass in the arrow's firing range, he ordered the others to stop.

"Wait," He said. "I saw something red".

Bryan's cape? The others pulled out their shields. The girl had trouble doing so, for she was wounded in one of her arms. Then the bandit pulled out his sword... Pristine, masterfully wrought... Not his sword: Bryan's sword.
Ralph
Sir Bryan Verandus, Harronheart Forest

As he dived into the bushes, he was able to get cover behind it. However, he felt something stuck. Bryan looked over at it, his red capes. Before he could even try to pull it over, their guest had arrived. The sound of galloping hooves, the fellow knight assumed it was a group of riders as he didn't look back at all. But he was sure of it that they were hostile. Or, was it?

He didn't know about that, sweat started pouring down his head as he waited for the group to move along their path. Until, they stopped. That is. One of the riders mentioned something "Red" Thingy or sort on the group. Bryan grimaced hard, it was now or never. He heard the hissing noises of swords being drawn from their scabbard. Now Bryan was sure that they were hostiles now.

Vaughn lay right beside him, looking at Bryan incredulously about what is to happen. "Great." He muttered, and grimaced hard as well.

Looking at the surroundings around him for a moment, the only way out Bryan saw was a downhill slide just right before him. Use the environment to your advantages. He thought, one of many things he had learned from his training during his time as a squire. He looked back onto Vaughn as he shrugged and reluctantly shook his head as he then pushed him down. Sliding down the grassy hill In the shady forest. He barely managed to get up on his feet after such things happened.

While that happens, Bryan immediately unties the cape collar around his neck and quickly gets up on his feet. He turned, and took a quick now with his bow along a quick and precise aim at the group of hostiles. The young knight recognized quite a few of them, they were part of the brotherhood but the grizzled and old guy? He wasn't sure of him. He didn't care that much anyways, as he quickly released the deadly arrow to its target once he got his sight before he jumped onto the fray. Sliding down the hill swiftly as he regroups with his squire as they make a run for it.
Dianne
Harronheart Forest.

"False alarm" Said Lancel.

"No." The scarred man replied with a dry and cutting voice. Kept his hand in the air. "We're being tailed."

"By who? My father?"
He couldn't finish the phrase because an arrow passed right beside the old brigand's head.

"Spread out! Trough the ridge! Get that archer!" He ordered his brigands. The tree of them went rougly in Bryan and Vaugn's direction, swords in hand an eyes peeled.
They seemed to be aware of their presence, but they still hadn't noticed them. Lancel, Syanna, and the old brigand followed close behind.
Ralph
The adrenaline punches in, and the young knight felt the life within him was burning on his fire. He had to kept looking back and forth, to see if his enemies were onto them. Bryan assumed they were, but he couldn't see their presence yet, for now.

Scurrying squirrels searched for food under bristles of wispy moss. Berries lay ripening under the leafy dome of the tree as they ran past by.  The teak-brown forest was a woody heaven for nature, that is.

They turn corners in each direction as long as they stick to their path. *We just gotta keep on moving a bit little further.* He thought. Harronheart should be nearby as he recall since they didn't went that last night. Not to mentioned, one of the girls that he met earlier in the cave was part of the group of riders as well.