Are
Being reduced to what amounted to human porridge in a skin bag and brought back from the brink of death had taken it's toll on Caido's worst warrior, now not much worse for the wear, but confined to a simple cot in hopes recovery would be swift. It wasn't the looks he felt whenever he turned his head, neither was it the murmurs of a shift in the state of the realm none wanted to spit out, not even the stingy serving of watery broth was it that had him in a mood almost as bad as when he was first dragged out of the mess he had gotten himself into. No, boredom, pure and proper boredom had Are incessantly fiddling with a loose thread as if a sour enough expression would turn it into entertainment. Walking had already been shot down, the nurses dragging him back to the cot like an unruly kitten stumbled into the wild. The same nurses who was far too busy to fetch him a single needle so he could busy his hands with something more productive than scratching at the bedpost.
"At least you could have the decency to give me a knife to end it with instead." he grumbled as his prayers for entertainment where answered by a warden dumping a crooked needle and a handful of rags on the whinging cobbler. As cross as he pretended to be he still could've kissed the man who made sure the aching fingers got something to do other than bother the exhausted mind. A mind left wandering as the niggling irritation was finally taken care of. Eyes perking up at the whispered mention of that name he'd herd Jigano spit at him only a few days prior. 'Launcelyn.' Nothing quite like the ones he was used to, left a strange taste in his mouth as he tried to say it. "Lann-se-leen." Are mumbled.
Royalty, he'd gathered, if there even was such a thing in Caido. Not that it mattered much to him, Skötkonung, a would be king smashing his head on coins and throwing crosses at every problem hadn't meant anything to him, so why would the Launcelyn? Was it just a matter of boredom and the taste of something besides a hard bed and cold stone being too tantalizing to pass up? No, it was an idea left to germinate, now poking through the loamy soil of his mind. A seed planted by whom, he wasn't sure, but what he knew was that where he before had been content in keeping his head down, he then and there wanted nothing more than to get involved.
"At least you could have the decency to give me a knife to end it with instead." he grumbled as his prayers for entertainment where answered by a warden dumping a crooked needle and a handful of rags on the whinging cobbler. As cross as he pretended to be he still could've kissed the man who made sure the aching fingers got something to do other than bother the exhausted mind. A mind left wandering as the niggling irritation was finally taken care of. Eyes perking up at the whispered mention of that name he'd herd Jigano spit at him only a few days prior. 'Launcelyn.' Nothing quite like the ones he was used to, left a strange taste in his mouth as he tried to say it. "Lann-se-leen." Are mumbled.
Royalty, he'd gathered, if there even was such a thing in Caido. Not that it mattered much to him, Skötkonung, a would be king smashing his head on coins and throwing crosses at every problem hadn't meant anything to him, so why would the Launcelyn? Was it just a matter of boredom and the taste of something besides a hard bed and cold stone being too tantalizing to pass up? No, it was an idea left to germinate, now poking through the loamy soil of his mind. A seed planted by whom, he wasn't sure, but what he knew was that where he before had been content in keeping his head down, he then and there wanted nothing more than to get involved.
