"<b>Why talk around the truth? It only serves to prolong the inevitable and become an annoyance. I am sure Bamut knows I mean no offense- Quite the contrary, given that I don't want my head cleaved off by her Battle Axe or get eaten by her warg." </b>He said, as Bamut mounted Moonlight gave a mixture between a bark and growl towards Beve, obviously pleased with the attention it received. Wargs typically traveled in packs, though it is said that a Lone Warg fought more viciously the more time it spent alone. It was their adaption method to the solitude, since they had to survive without the aid of others.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"><b>"No lie, I would do that." </b>Bamut said, before looking at Moonlight's bloody maw, and letting out a sigh. "<b>Moonlight, you messy eater, don't you know when to clean up after a meal....?" </b>Bamut said, before wiping it clean, </span><br/><br/>Leokas would nod, before turning towards her, as he looked at her outfit, before speaking up.<b>"You look less like you belong in a Tavern Bedroom, and more so a travelling Minstrel, so I guess that is a benefit. You said it belonged to a Knight-Enchanter? Pricey stuff, the materials to make it must've been expensive, but at least I know it will hold well- Armor like that isn't built just for looks. Knight-Enchanters are as much warriors as nobles, I should know- I fought with and against them more than once. First time I underestimated them, and it was the worst mistake of my life." </b>Leokas said. It almost sounded like a compliment, coming from the Mercenary. He would point towards his arm, covered by his silver armor. "<b>Got struck by a lightning bolt in my right arm, took me three whole days to recover from, and it still gets twitchy when it storms." </b>He said, h would make a clicking noise with the horse, as they got underway, starting their own grand adventure.<br/><br/><i>~One day Later~ </i><br/><br/>The trip was so far not too bad- Leokas refused to allow rest though. They had to move through the snow fall, and even though it was getting warmer the farther away from the mountain side they were getting, it was still chilly. Leokas kept them informed about the local area- thankfully, Necromancer's hadn't gotten too close to the Skjoldbjerg Mountains, so the most they'd likely see is stragglers. Why people tampered with the undead, Leokas himself didn't know, but it was the reason he got his sword reinforced with silver- Creatures of Undeath, such as werewolves, lycanthrops, vampires, skeletons, and zombies all had the same weakness that they couldn't stand the holy metal. To affect Spirits and Demonkin, they had to be blessed at a church, but you only saw them on the frontier.<br/><br/>Most they'd have to worry about currently were two things- Bandits and wild animals. Wild Animals due to the fact that the forests and mountains were full of territorial creatures, it was to be expected, and bandits constantly harassed roads for plunder, but heard that Skjoldbjerg had been particularly flooding with trade (due to the need to buy food to last through the winter, because of a bad harvest) so they had been raking through the roads around the mountains specifically hard. Leokas was actually looking to find one of their encampments. He gave three reasons, that were annoyingly logical- One, if they hit an encampment, it would scramble the bandits and make things safer for a time. Two, there is likely a bounty on them, so there would also be a reward for their trouble, not to mention experience for Beve, and three, Bandit's normally hoarded plunder, so it would give them a fair share of loot and other items.<br/><br/>Which was why, a day since they left, they were standing not far from one such<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fvignette.wikia.nocookie.net%2Frunescape2%2Fimages%2F1%2F16%2FBandit_Camp.png%2Frevision%2Flatest%3Fcb%3D20161209090632&amp;hash=0faa964b58b34b63c9849714e2eda00b" href="https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/runescape2/images/1/16/Bandit_Camp.png/revision/latest?cb=20161209090632" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">outpost</a>- Leokas would step down from the tree he climbed up on, before speaking up. "<b>I count a total of twenty-four. Looks like they raided a trade caravan recently, they're celebrating over stolen liquor casks. That's perfect for us- Means they're flushed with plunder." </b>Leokas said, before sighing. "<b>Problem is approaching this- They had the advantage of numbers, so it'd be best to take out as many as we can before they get close.</b><b>I have a bow, but to tell you the truth, I am not the best with it- I know, an elf that's not good with a bow? Anyway, Even if I was, only have a few arrows, I don't think it will help us......unless...."</b>He started thinking aloud. He would then look back towards the encampment. "<b>Liquor IS flammable.....If you timed a fire arrow properly, and had the skill, you could hit the barrel, and it will go up like dwarven blasting powder...." <br/>
<br/>
"Still though, I can't make the shot. Can either of you?" </b>He asked them. Bamut gave Beve a look and mischievous smile, one that said '<i>Now show this man what you can do.'</i><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"<b>I think Beve can- She has the hands of an archer, this one."</b></span><br/><br/>"<b>Really? She can actually use a bow?" </b>Leokas said, looking surprised, never expecting a blueblood to know how to fight on ANY level. "<b>Well, I can't look a gift horse in the mouth- Alright, Noble Girl, take my bow. Take care though, it was my mother's." </b>Leokas said, handing her his bow. Unlike his sword, which was Steel reinforced with Silver, this<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Forig00.deviantart.net%2Fadb9%2Ff%2F2011%2F189%2F6%2F5%2Fdark_elven_bow_by_heidifury-d3lf6bb.jpg&amp;hash=c566159f2d3b0ae56e09b35585e73eb1" href="https://orig00.deviantart.net/adb9/f/2011/189/6/5/dark_elven_bow_by_heidifury-d3lf6bb.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Bow</a>was expensive- True Elven Inscribed Mithril, likely crafted by one of the old clans. You rarely saw craftsmanship like this outside of the clans, and it would likely sell for a lot to the right person, but it obviously held sentimental value to Leokas. If she agreed to do, he'd lift her up on his back, and take her into the tree. He would then wrap plant fibers around the arrow head, douse it in alcohol, and light it ablaze with magic, before standing back.<b>"Take the shot, but make it count- I'll follow your lead." </b>He said, handing her the burning arrow and quiver, before drawing Narsil, getting ready to jump into combat.<br/><br/>They had a full fledged fight on their hands- That thought made Leokas glow with excitement.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="139" data-username="@Lullaby" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/139/">@Lullaby</a>