Blood in the old world

"...fine"

he smiles
"What is your name?"

"Gwyddion"

He draws an ornate looking dagger, cutting Gwyddion's bonds
"Then consider yourself free, Gwyddion. My name is Sir Henry."

*He bows his head slightly*

he offers his hand to Gwyddion

*Gwyddion takes it*

he shakes it before offering him the dagger
"You look hungry. Food tent's the third to the left, show them this and they'll know you're working with us now"

*He takes it cautiously*
"........thank you"

*He nods and goes off*

Sir henry goes back to cleaning and sharpening his weapon
on the way out Gwyddion sees the knight's Demigryph stood next to his tent

*He eyes it cautiously as he walks past*

it watches him as he does so

*once Gwyddion is past he quickly walks over to the tent*

*a bit later*

OOC: AY B0SS WHAT TIME OF DAY

OOC early afternoon

*Gwyddion walks back in after have had a staring contest with the demigryph*

OOC: not gonna lie

Thats pretty hot

Sir Henry has himself just finished eating
OOC switching to phone, replies will be slower

"hello again"

"It was better than what I had to steal from the Bretonnians"

He chuckles
"I can imagine"

"....do you know what their chieftains take from them?"

"They take nearly everything"

"Still"

"Skaven?"

"Rat men?"

"......"

OOC: We call 'em furries

He nods at that reaction
Ooc squeak

"Where to now?"

"Now?" he stands, putting on his sword-belt "Now, my men and I are going to go through the city, try and find out how exactly they attacked and look for survivors"

"Okay"

OOC: Children please I have the need to always strike first

"Why?"

"...as you wish"

"Your men destroyed my bow and took my sword"

"I'll have your blade returned to you. For now..hang on" he opens a box and rummages through it, pulling out a bow that he recognizes as being of albion origin "Here. My aunt gave it to me, I never use the damn thing, can't aim for shit while riding my demigryph"

"That's convenient"