Of Beasts and Knights

*not yet, they're still packing up the camp, and eating n shit*

*A Swordsman walks up to henry, looking somewhat worried* "Sir?"

Henry: what is it?

"A patrol went missing last night."

"where?"

"On the eastern road, towards that copse of trees."

"Hm.... Order the men to avoid the treeline at all costs."

"Sir? we aren't going to look for them?"

Henry: I didn't say that.

"Permission to lead the party sir."

"Denied."

"But... Yes sir."

"Bring me the priest. And the leader of the knights Warden."

"Sir." *he hurries off.*

he sighs and takes a bite of his sandwich

*About ten minutes later, Reinhard, and the Knight warden return. The warden's armour is well worn, but well kept, clean, but not shiny. He wears a somewhat tattered tabard of light gray, which may once have been white.*

Henry: gentlemen.

Reinhard: "Henry" 

Warden: "Ser."

"Gentlemen. I'll be blunt. I've just received word of one of our patrols going missing."

Reinhard: "You think it was the creature?"

"Maybe"

Reinhard: "Burning the village was a long shot..."

"Could just be beastmen however."

Warden: "We should make sure."

"Exactly. But can't just send some more infantry, they'd likely be lost too.

Priest: "It would be my honour."

"You're sure? despite the risk?"

Reinhard: "My life for sigmar, sir henry."

Henry: Very well. I'll have one of my knights accompany you however.

Henry: yes?

"Hired you say?"

Warden: "If i may object, Sir Henry. Far be it for me to seem elitist, but this man is unproven, and this endeavour will be dangerous."

"You are not wrong... but he cannot prove himself if we do not give him the oppertunity, can he?"

Warden: "Perhaps a less deadly test?"

"...I suppose."

Warden: (Who's name i have decided is Horst Lehr) "Your ability to hide will not help here."

"Admittedly true"

Horst: "I do not intend to hide, i intend to kill the beast." 

Reinhard: "Quite so."

Henry: priority is identification. Don't try to kill it if it costs your lives.

Horst: "With what the beast did to that village. I doubt we'll have a chance to run if it sees us." 

*Henry hears an eerie voice, right in his ear. it sounds personal, like a well acquainted friend giving much needed advice* "He's right you know. And i've already seen you."

Henry: I don't want either of you dying over this.

Voice: "I don't want you dead... i just want you to witness my art. *The voice chuckles, and it seems like ten other voices laugh with him, and one cries out for salvation.* "All art needs critics."

Horst: "I do not intend to die today."

Henry: Does anyone?

Voice: "Ah well... My genius will be understood... Eventually."

Horst: "True enough."

"Don't die. That's final."

Horst: "I will make the effort not to."