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Taralphiel · 10-11-2003, 09:22 PM

Kandel watched her run off, and kicked the dirt. He knew he must have hit a nerve with her, or else the townsfolks words had bitten her. Thinking there was nothing else to do, he chased after her. Searching through the trees about the camp, Kandel wondered about a few things. His humour was the only way of stopping such cruel accusations from hurting him. He had met so many others that simply swayed to those remarks and gave up on all dreams of happiness, becoming bitter, and very often dark souled. Those were the men, if any, that came close to such descriptions. Thinking about this often set him in a less than cheerful mood, so he put it out of his head.

He soon found Kirima sitting by the camps fire. He paused for a while, wondering if he should say anything at all. He had every idea that he might make the situation much worse. But rather than stand there sheepishly, he took a seat beside her.

‘I really have to apologise miss. I meant no hurt by what I said, quite the opposite. Humour keeps me out of black moods, ‘twas all I could think of to do..’ he paused, thinking she was about to say something…

~*~

Lotar tried to keep a bemused smile when addressing the boy. He found him alltogether a little arrogant. But a chicken thief or no, his numbers were dwindling. He needed help if he was going to reach his goals, and help all the band do the same.

‘Well lad. You are enthusiastic, I’ll give ye that. Prowling about these roads at night is often not the safest thing for a chicken thief. And interrupting the conversing of two bandits is no better’ he said with a mocking tone. ‘But we’ll not turn you out on yer heel. We could use someone with some skill, and weve not had a volunteer for a good while’

Lotar made a sideward glance at Soran. He had a good scowl plastered on his face, and in other circumstances Lotar would as well. He read his friends face well, and knew he did not trust the boy as far as he could throw him. But Soran would say little about it.

‘What is your name’ Soran said quickly

‘I am Rudgar’ said the boy with a small flourish

‘Well Rudgar, lets head back towards camp and see what time brings us. My father always used to say that actions speak louder than words. You’ll have your chance yet to prove me on it’

10-11-2003, 09:22 PM	#11
Taralphiel Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Swan Wood Posts: 649	Kandel watched her run off, and kicked the dirt. He knew he must have hit a nerve with her, or else the townsfolks words had bitten her. Thinking there was nothing else to do, he chased after her. Searching through the trees about the camp, Kandel wondered about a few things. His humour was the only way of stopping such cruel accusations from hurting him. He had met so many others that simply swayed to those remarks and gave up on all dreams of happiness, becoming bitter, and very often dark souled. Those were the men, if any, that came close to such descriptions. Thinking about this often set him in a less than cheerful mood, so he put it out of his head. He soon found Kirima sitting by the camps fire. He paused for a while, wondering if he should say anything at all. He had every idea that he might make the situation much worse. But rather than stand there sheepishly, he took a seat beside her. ‘I really have to apologise miss. I meant no hurt by what I said, quite the opposite. Humour keeps me out of black moods, ‘twas all I could think of to do..’ he paused, thinking she was about to say something… ~*~ Lotar tried to keep a bemused smile when addressing the boy. He found him alltogether a little arrogant. But a chicken thief or no, his numbers were dwindling. He needed help if he was going to reach his goals, and help all the band do the same. ‘Well lad. You are enthusiastic, I’ll give ye that. Prowling about these roads at night is often not the safest thing for a chicken thief. And interrupting the conversing of two bandits is no better’ he said with a mocking tone. ‘But we’ll not turn you out on yer heel. We could use someone with some skill, and weve not had a volunteer for a good while’ Lotar made a sideward glance at Soran. He had a good scowl plastered on his face, and in other circumstances Lotar would as well. He read his friends face well, and knew he did not trust the boy as far as he could throw him. But Soran would say little about it. ‘What is your name’ Soran said quickly ‘I am Rudgar’ said the boy with a small flourish ‘Well Rudgar, lets head back towards camp and see what time brings us. My father always used to say that actions speak louder than words. You’ll have your chance yet to prove me on it’