It was a trying time while this group settled, Dane thought to himself. He was sitting aside for once, watching the others work while he rested for a moment. From the second they had settled, Frederick had thrown down what he thought was necessary for survival. Frankly, to Dane, it was too much. Did people really need walls and roof over their heads? A bedroll did just fine, at least until winter came. But when Dane had brought up this point, that maybe homes weren't as useful as, say, crops in the first few days, Frederick gave him a glare. Then that Wrenne woman started going on about how roofs protect from rain, and mudslides. Dane just quietly let the matter go. He was pleased that Frederick did take his thoughts into mind though, and the womenfolk were clearing and planting the land while the men built. |
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Frederick handed the map to Tobias and asked him to look at it. The red haired man held it gingerly, almost afraid of the sheet. The map was fairly old, a little tattered around the edge, and something had burned a portion of it off in the far left corner.
The Delle Kingdom was to the left of the map and the group had set out from Eastdelle. They had continued East along the King’s Road until they had broken off from the beaten track and headed South. Their time had been four days hard travelling now and they were unsure of where to go next. “-And so the bear sat himself on his rear legs and pulled himself to his great, furry length-” Dane’s food laid partially eaten in his lap as his hands reached up to mimic the fearsome beast. Medea watched with shining eyes as he mimed the slashing claws. Dane snatched up his wooden spoon and cried out, “Aye, for my sweet lady!” He thrust the spoon like his story’s sword through the beast’s chest and celebrated as the beast died. His eyes twinkled somewhat as he half bowed to the cheers by his audience. “And that is how I defeated the fearsome bear. He was looking for some honey, and found my dear Honey.” He winked on the play of words. “Then dear sweet Honey and I retired to our little tent and, well… I’ll end my story here.” He winked at the openly staring Medea who blushed a deep red.
“I am sorry for taking you away,” Alistair said quickly. “But it's time for our training.” Alistair refused to call it his own training, ashamed that he needed fighting lessons.
Joseph shook his head and smiled, “Worry not. Frederick was just asking me about my father’s mail again, then became odd about his employment of the Duke’s guard.” The man was very strange he had decided, though not whether he was a dangerous fellow or simply a little mad. Nevertheless, if Joseph was to spend any amount of time in his company, especially on a travel like this, he would much prefer to have Frederick’s fondness. Edward Griffen was not a brave man. He had little in the way of courage or strength in him. He was young, a mere sixteen years, a merchant's second son. He had been married to a woman, thankfully a childhood friend, as soon as he could. His father had no patience for another boy in the house. He had been expected to marry, move out, and reproduce. His father was much more concerned with his older brother, Theodore. The golden child.
Tall, rugged, handsome. Married to a lovely woman, with three children, including two boys. Theodore had a head for numbers and was a natural born merchant. It was a shame he had to deal with his younger brother cluttering up the house, especially after their father died. |