While the all the praise was well and nice, he had to admit, there was a thrill in doing what others couldn't, especially when it came to something in line with his duties. After all, it would lend, as Rumsey said, to the tale they'd spin once the task was complete. The village elder's words however lingered in the knight's mind. It wasn't an entirely unfamiliar story, unfortunately. But he'd offered the elder a nod and a promise that they'd do their best before setting off. A quick skirmish round hastily made tents were one thing, but if the moblins were as entranced as he'd been led to believe, it was an entirely different sort of battle all together. The nudge from Rumsey and Erland's taunt quickly brought him back to the task at hand.<br/><br/>Staring up at after the pair, the knight scoffed and quickly set himself to the task right behind him. More than once, he caught stray dirt or pebbles tumbling down the path, moving at a slow but steady pace behind the apparently eager and surprisingly well balanced pirate. Muttering aloud, he stretched upwards, feeling about for a grip while pulling at the rope.<span style="color: darkred">"Don't you worry about me I can handle myse-"</span>The handhold gave way, crumbling beneath Kaihel's weight. Grabbing for the rope, he found himself sliding down and back a bit, though he maintained his footing and thankfully didn't end up on his ass. Huffing to blow stray dark locks of hair out of his face, he shot a look up at his grinning partners in crime as he began making up the distance he'd lost.<span style="color: darkred">"Not a word, either of you."</span><br/><br/><div class="ToggleTriggerAnchor bbCodeSpoilerContainer">
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