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</div><br/><br/>There was no answer from his Captain. No nod, or word of assent. Just a flicking of his thick wrist, and then the blade was gone. Expertly sheathed in a swift, smooth move that echoed years of skilled practice and familiarity. This man was no slouch, and he had just spared Will to live another day.<br/><br/><i>"I'll have my eye on you, William Riot." He eventually says. "Tread lightly and prove yourself, and you may make it back alive." He leans over the other side of his horse, spitting down onto the ground. "But I'll be watching your every move." He finishes, spurring his horse forward, virtually barging Wills off the path slightly.</i><br/><br/>“Yes Sir,” he said, surprised his voice still worked. As he watched their commander leaving him behind, he drew in a breath and felt the rushing of his heartbeat in his veins. That had been the closest he had been to death in a long time, and it wasn’t a feeling he relished. But now he knew that there were some things about the expedition the people were not supposed to know, and that their Captain had his own demons to battle. Will moved his horse back to the path, letting it saunter along at its own pace. By now they had traveled long enough that the spring in the thing’s step had eased into a steady roll, and it seemed to understand that this journey was not going to be a short sprint.<br/><br/>Behind him, Karim and Laelia (or Lia, now that they were friends), rode close enough to engage in a conversation, though Will felt the dryness in his mouth at his near-death encounter. He took a drink from a water flask, swishing it about before swallowing. And though he felt quite drained he only allowed himself a couple more swallows before capping the flask and putting it away.<br/><br/>The horse seemed to know its way down the path. Just follow the others. The captain also had said that he could relax for the next few days, so he decided it might be a good time for a nap. Drawing his hood up to shield most of his face from the sun, he leaned back against the tent and blanket rolls, and crossed his arms across his still intact abdomen. The horse’s movement gently lulled him with every step.<br/><br/>As he started to drift off, he realized that the Captain never did answer the clarifying question he asked. Was he allowed to assist the others, if it did not contradict an order from their leader? Or was he required to only follow instructions given him by Grimsson? Will sighed and decided that he would wait to find that answer out later. Much later.