Spirits of the Earth

Godfrey really wish he invested in that walking stick. He was currently sitting on an empty barrel outside of an inn, in one dirty hand two day hardened bread with freshly caught and cooked squirrel+Rabbit+whatever the inn was selling for a single coin, and in the other, a mug of cider. His feet hurt, he was travel stained, he had to run from something twice his size in the forest (He would never admit it, he thought he could take it, then it knocked over a tree by accident trying to get him), and now, he was out of coin...and he wasn't even out of the country yet. His stomach growled underneath his dirt and grass stained shirt. He frowned as he began to eat, food wasn't as plentiful in the cities, expensive, nor did it help this would be his last inn-bought meal for a bit.

He ate quickly, chugging his cider before grinning at least it was good...and he could always go hunting...maybe? He shrugged, put the tankard down on the barrel where he was instructed to leave it (Something about dirt or somethin?) and started on his way. He never been to the city before, it was interesting, many big buildings, lots of stone, like a castle! People wore strange clothing, guards were a lot more armored...but the people seemed also softer? He saw only the young wrestle, many of his peers looked like they couldn't carry a bail of hay a few feet much less all day. The woman unusually thin, and want to be thin. Though, they did talk better, and used a lot of fancy words, it was like reverse, and he had yet to leave the country of his birth!

He laughed, turning down another road, he had NO idea where he was going, but one of these roads had to leave out the city eventually. He walked an even pace, wincing at his sore feet, regret briefly on his face before smiling at the strange and unusual place. He was so close to home, yet so far. He turned down another road, heading deeper into the city unknowingly, his cloak sometimes blowing, his sword sometimes bouncing off his leg, he was finally getting used too the weight on his hip.

He made yet another turn on the clean-ish cobble stone path, the buildings close together, people somewhat swarming the streets, though in the city, he looked more like a peasant then any with their fancy cleaned clothing and poofy dresses. He made a turn into an ally way, too many people on the main streets, it was quiter down here, but he was unaware of the dangers of criminals in the city, he was only a country boy after all.


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"Let me go!" The woman's voice carried through the winding,  narrow alleys, but the bustle within the busy city streets would have muffled any hearing such protests. She stomped a foot and pulled an arm. But the larger man laughed, a sound that, also carried until it was swallowed away by noises of the city.

He pulled the woman and she stumbled into him, needing to brace herself against his large chest. He of course, laughed again and held her firmly in place now that he had her closer again.

"I think this is all a big misunderstanding," the big man said.

"Big misunderstanding my foot!" Came the woman's haughty reply, eyes glaring hotly behind a curtain of her blonde hair that now lay in a messily over one eye. The larger man only grinned.

"Come on now.  I'm sure whatever was in my pocket you wished to steal can be procured by.... other means," the man leered, pulling the woman close enough he just about squashed her flat against his body.

Missendria did not need this. Not only did she happen to get caught, the man had to be a dick about it. She ground her teeth and wriggled beneath his grasp, which, irritably, she noted, were making her breasts press together tightly that they were nearly spilling out of her clothes. She rolled her eyes when she noticed the man's drool.

But his grip was firm. No matter how she struggled,  the man's wolfish grin merely grew. It wasn't fair, really.  She was no small woman,  sturdy with curves in her own right. But this man? He was nearly 7 feet! His chest was like a barrel and his arm muscles were larger than her head. She supposed he wasn't bad looking, but he was an arrogant prick, even by her standards. She wasn't looking to just simply sell herself for pocket change. And whatever information seemed to be in this man's coin purse of course couldn't so easily be obtained.

"I said," She went on, continuing to bare her teeth as the man seemed to just enjoy feeling her struggle.  "Let me go."

"Oh... look at those eyes. So full of heat..."

That comment earned only more fire. And as the man leaned in closer to her, Missendria took the moment to bash her face against his nose. The man howled in pain and cupped a hand over it, earning Missendria a brief moment of freedom as she stumbled to the ground.

Peering up, she noted the man was bleeding. Good. The jerk deserved it.

The man turned and glared at her, spitting,  "You bitch."

She attempted to run away, but the man was upon her before she made it to the other end of the alley,  and the pair spilled upon the floor, the much bigger man glaring and pressing a knife towards her throat. Her heart tightened and her blood ran cold.

Well.. things just escalated quickly.

She let out a cry as he grabbed a fist full of her hair and forced her to look at him, pinning her back now to the cobblestone where as before the fall made her eat it. She winced as he shook her, and he yelled, "Try thar again, bitch, and I'll cut your face."

He kept walking, his frayed, tattered, traveling cloak softly flowing with the breeze as he made yet another turn before stopping, a frown of confusion, was he not just here? He scratched his head, the smaller streets were like labyrinths. He took a moment to recollect himself, scraping off a piece of dirt stuck too his chin before spinning around and pointing randomly. He grinned before nodding and went towards the direction that fate willed him...or the closest street, as he pointed at a boarded up building...and he was not going in there.

Despite being lost, the place was fascinating, keeping him occupied, the sounds a constant blur of shouts, carts, and clattering of metal on stone. He kept turning streets, seeing an old lady sweeping, some kids wearing burlap sacks and playing with an inflated pig skin...it almost reminded him of home. He turned another corner eyes peering over a guy forcing himself on a gal. He took another step, eyes going wide as he did a double take, wait what?

He took a step back brows almost too his hair line in surprise, he was huge, like a bear, and he was towering over a maiden....with a knife too her neck!? His face paled, blinking, was he actually seeing this, an attack in broad daylight! In a city full of guards? He blinked a couple of more times, his heart beating rapidly, never seeing such danger in a place he thought safe before. His eyes widened even more as he took in the full picture and realized the danger, there was a knife too her throat, he hadn't seen a guard in the last three alleys, she was going to die.

He paled even more, what should he do? His thoughts scrambled until he thought of the stories he was told, not only the ones of fantasy, but of the old town guards of the local lord who dealt with brigands on the regular. How hesitation and fear led to death in such skirmishes with not only bandits, but worse things that stalked the woods, of heroes saving princesses  from vile horrors without fear. He glanced at his hands, already shaking and sweaty with terror before he swallowed, he was scared, he could even die, but he had to do something?!

He suddenly charged, feet pounding on cobble, completely forgetting the sword at his side, blinded by fear of his own mortality suddenly in front of him, of the anger of fear, that he may not save the maiden...would he even have the will to keep going if he failed at doing what heros do? He suddenly leapt forward, going to shout, but his voice muted behind the adrenaline. Going to tackle the man off the maiden before the knife got too her. He had no idea if he would even move the man, but he had to try...he had to try.

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While the littler man might not have a thing on the behemoth  , he atleast held the element of surprise. He hadn't been expecting anyone else coming down the alley and when the younger man rushed into him, they both went tumbling to the ground.

This left Missendria sitting there, stunned. One second a knife was at her throat and another there was some... boy? Who just came out of no where and tackled her assailant clean off of her.

Her wits returned the moment her attackers had as he snarled up at Godfrey and threw the young man clean off of him. Sitting up, he bared his teeth at the boy and began to rise.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

It wasn't the man asking. It was the woman, and now the tall, muscle head of a man was walking towards Godfrey, irritation painted as a scowl across his face.

"YOU," the man began, threateningly.  "Have two seconds to get the hell out of my sight."

Godfrey smashed into the mongrel, a loud grunt escaping him as they went tumbling, teeth gritting as he hit hard rock compared to soft dirt when he played with his fellow peers in disputes. He glanced over at the girl the knife was gone! Then his jaw dropped open, failing to follow through on NOT being distracted as he stared, then was flung as he hit ground with an "Oof", sword on his hip clattering and skidding the ground and sliding a little ways a way from his own tumbling.

Wits now slightly thrown out of him, he scrambled too his feet, dived for his sword, hitting his back with a loud thud and a groan as he rolled too his feet, sword in hand, slightly zinged. He glanced over, his voice thick with country, like some dirty farmer.

"Saving ya, now run!" he said before snarling towards the behemoth, though, it was more like he was the cornered animal then said behemoth.

"I-I'm not afraid of ya mister, leave that poor girl alone, she's barely twice yar size!"

he says shakily, like he's not afraid...his sword was clearly wobbling despite his words. He took a step back, his legs crouched, like some poor swords men stance. Glancing from the giant to the curvaceous lady...maybe a bit too long before shaking his head to focus on the giant, a strange look of determination and glory seeking plastered on his face.

Missendria's face twisted at his words.
"Save me?" Snd she noted his shaking form as he challenged her attacker.

If things couldn't get any worse! She didn't need the young man's life on her hands if the burly idiot killed him. She had to think quickly, while Godfrey kept him distracted.

The big man was laughing.
"You? Trying to save her? That criminal?" His grin was cold. "Help her and I'll have the both of you tossed into jail! That," the man said with a jab of his finger in Missendria's direction. "Is a thieving fox of a woman! Why don't you just ask her just how she got into her little predicament?"

Godfrey gulped, not sparing another glance towards the lady, but his brow furrowed as he listened. He tilted his head as he listened, than began to reason with what wits he had left. One, thieves were handled harshly back home, true. Two, why did he not just kill her or call the guards? Suspicious. Three, that looked way too much like chapter three of 'The Great Hero: Melanoda' where she was put upon, thats just wrong. Four, he didn't try to call the guards, tried to kill a woman, and is now saying he'll be under arrest? He's evil.

With the rationale thought he furrowed his brow, speaking again

"You tried to kill her, not have the lass arrested, which ya did nay say, which makes ya a liar!"

He says before tightening his grip, anger lessening his fear, snorting, tip pointed towards the giant, than began to circle, like fighting a boar or bear. Like he was waiting for the charge, face red. He knew for sure that he was doing justice.


Meanwhile, Reda and her pal Godan were patrolling the ally ways. Multiple complaints about thieves and noise were coming in, sadly, they were both assigned to check it out by the guard captain, if only they didn't loss that bet during the nightly card games in the barracks. Reda sighed as she turned the corner, Halberd on shoulder, she turned her head slightly, Godan was picking his nose...and tripping over a hole in the road. She sighed, she never under stood why she took this job, or how Godan ever got handed a weapon in the first place.

His accent explained it all. He had to be a country boy, and a severely naive one at that. He lacked the confidence of a well trained swordsman, and she worried things might escalate more than she'd bargain for. She slowly rose to her feet. She noted the tall man was unarmed and her eyes darted fervently, looking for the knife.

The tall man raised his hands, more of a mocking gesture than out of fear.

"Boy, I think you ought to put that sword away. Would you really use it upon an unarmed man? And besides,  do you even know who I am?"

The egotistical tone he took with Godfrey grated on her nerves. Ansgar's name, he was such a typical, rich prick! But part of his mocking threats she knew were true. He had clout. He could easily throw the both of them in jail.

"He's right, "the woman agreed. "You should stand down." She went on, approaching Godfry and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Besides, I can handle him."

Sweat dripped down his face, an eye twitching, his face getting redder by the second at the tone. He spared a glance as the lady walked over, than a double take again as she spoke. He had enough of this, he was not that pathetic, and he was not going to let her possibly be stabbed/abuse.

"Good thing I'm a peasant who don't know fancy speak, GUARDS! GUARDS! THAR'S A PERVART! A PERRRRVVVVARRT! AHHHHHH!"

He yelled out, shaking off the grip on his shoulder (totally telling his dad about how he saved a princess...she's a noble woman right? Right?) and charged. He was going for a stab in the large mans guts, he may be huge, but nothing weakens a man, be they high or low, like a good intestinal stabbing...at least thats what he was told.



Reda heard the cries for 'guard' faintly, but echoy, must mean they were close. She grunted nudging her accomplice Godan "Come on, we got work." she said, heading off to a jog, Godan distractedly following behind. They turned the corners quickly...to find some lad charging the extremely wealthy, playboy, major funder of the guard, Ansgar...he even funded the card games! Her brows raised as she ran forward, Halberd at the ready.

"Halt! Halt in the name of the law!"

She hollared as she ran forward with a grin, she was SO getting promoted for this, Godan also ran up "Yeah, what she said!" he said, rushing forward as well after looking about.

Her mouth dropped open as the scene unfolded, not unlike that of some sort of nightmare.  She knew the second the guards were on the scene, she was as good as jailed. Before she could think any better, she rushed after Godfrey and before he could make his attempts to shishkabob their opponent, she tackled onto him with a throaty ,"No! Don't!"

By the time Reda showed up, the big man had suavely taken a step back while poor Godfry was tackled and he waisted no time on addressing the guards.

"Oh, thank Ansgar you finally came! This.. this woman tried to steal from me and conned this poor, unknowing farmer into helping her out. They both were about to attack me until you showed up."

He brushed himself off as he continued,  "I'm sure your boss will be thrilled you just helped Lord Brawswell." A family name that had many ties within the city proper. There weren't many who didnt know his name, and being the eldest son, his inheritance and title were powerful and impressive.

This was it, he was going to be the here, stab the bad guy save the guy. He was yelling his charge, than a sudden choking sound as he once again skidded on the ground. He didn't let go of the sword this time as he bounced on the cobble. Letting out a wheeze from the throat hold+cobble slam combo. Thats when he saw the guards, his eyes went wide, than wider when the man was commanding them!

He went to speak, but couldn't, he coughed instead as the guards took hold of him, retrieved his sword, and put iron shackles on him as he was roughly dragged too his feet.

Reda had the kid, poor confused kid, helping a thief! This is why farm hands stayed home, where there wasn't confusing things like thieves, they just had bandits. How safe it must be down there, Godan grabbed the girl...maybe not the smartest action on her part, but iron shackles have a hand in not allowing escape...despite wandering eyes, and stabs of jealousy.

"Yes Lord Brawswell, we'll take this rapscallions to the iron, contact the farmers lord, let him know what happened." Reda says, saluting as she pushed Godfrey in front, shackles clanging as he stumbled forwards, his mouth open wide in shock.

How could this happen? He's a hero, this is a misunderstanding, he was SAVING the girl...thief? But, the lord! He tried to stab her! STAB HER! He tried to speak but was too stunned/tired/ recovering from throat tackle (did she press into him? Damn, he'll have to try and remember) and processing to even form coherent words.

Godan slowly pushed the lady out "Corn on...get a move on ya lumbering wood for hands, thaz wot ya get for stealin." Godan slowly drawled out as the guards started to escort there charges away from the lord.

Miasendria couldn't believe she was in chains...again! Tha kfully it had been a while, but it wasn't an ideal situation no matter which way you sliced it. She tossed am irritable but apologetic look towards Godfrey and just hoped he wouldn't fight too much. Thankfully, the pair were eventually lead off to March closer together, so Missendry was able to try to sneak a whisper in.

"Just let them cuff us and take us. Worse they can do is keep us in a cell for a couple of days." Hopefully just over night...
She had a job to do and now had to figure out .. other options for procuring the items from the lord.

It wasn't a long walk to the jail, where the pair were tossed none too gently into a piss smelling cell. Atleast they were uncuffed. 

Rubbing at her wrists, Missendria withdrew to a corner, arms folded as she hunched over,  contemplating her ways out of this.

She scowled and whirled towards Godfrey the moment they were alone.
"Why did you have to interfere?"

Godfrey was too shocked, he kept stumbling over his words, or shoved, oh gosh, the lord is going to be pissed, AND his mum and da. He would try to point towards the lord before being shoved again. He glanced over at Miasendria as she spoke, nodding and keeping quite, brows furrowed in worry. The cuffs were heavy anyway, who know that shackles could be so painful.

He was indeed tossed in as he did a roll after his toss in, covered in straw which he brushed off, almost hitting the pee spot, he shuddered as he backed away from that to look about his new home, shaking his wrists that were now free, reddened by the cruel iron bands.

He watched the guards for a moment, staying away from the lady, she did not look too happy. He stared for a moment longer than he should of  before taking the opposite corner and sitting down. No sword, in a cell...hey! Ment free food at least...they feed prisoners right?

He began to mutter before she spoke, his brows went up at the sudden conversation from her, he dropped the straw he was fiddling into the shape of a figure, scowling before looking back up at her.

"Ya had a knife to yar throat, a giant upon ya....thought it was some brigand trying to take ya forcefully...or kill ya, so did wot any person would, try to help." he snapped back, but it was not all angry, there was hints of pride mixed in with his speech before chuckling.

"Well, at least ya ain't dead...so wasn't a complete mess up eh? And if yar a thief, than probably a good lesson, for me and for ya." he says with a grin as he put his hands behind his head and leaning back "Wot yar name anyway? I'm Godfrey, son of Simonous, fair greetings." he said in good cheer as he looked outside of his cell with a frown before looking back with a grin. At least he can be in some cheer, she didn't end up dead, he's not dead, thats a victory. Now just have to get out...eventually.

As 'Gofrey the Good Farm Boy' went off on his righteous spiel, her folded arms moved to her hips. She quirked a brow as he introduced himself,  before she sighed, disgusted and turned away. Stalking over towards the opposing end of the cell, she folded her arms again and began to look around out side the cell, back to Godfrey.

After a few moments of collecting on her anger, she sighed. Back still to him, she muttered, "It's best we don't exchange names,  Farm Boy. Besides, keep your mouth closed and we'll maybe be released come morning."

That was atleast one positive thing to think about.

He was still grinning before turning away, a slight frown forming. Why was she upset? He did something to help! He went to scowl before simply shrugging as he remembered something he read, 'a hero is not always welcome or wanted, he simply needs to know what is right, and what is wrong, and act on the side of his own wits and guts'. He nodded sagely too himself arms crossed, going back to smiling at his own good deed.

He went back to making something out of hay for his own amusement before she spoke again, he looked back up as she talked before chuckling

"If ya insist City Girl, though, I'm sure thar more interested in a supposed thief than a mere farm boy, I got a lord who'll scold me proper and vouch for me, wot about ya?" he asked with a raised brow, looking her up and down in a non-concerned manner, despite his leg bouncing slightly in worry. He was curious on that, he had the knowing that at most, he would be heavily scolded, and probably have to spend a month or two tending the fields again before he could sneak off again.

However, did city folk have that? He heard they were called free-people? Not a serf like himself, higher standing, fancier clothing, not noble though. No one to bail them out...or was she a peasant like him. Thoughts and more thoughts.

He glanced up on these thoughts, towards a trickle of light filtering in as he sighed, trying to relax for now, his barely started hay sculpture practically untouched as he got lost in thought.

Missendria wasn't in any mood to converse. But she did listen- to him, and any of the goings on in the room- or that of what she could hear in the guards room on the other side of the hallway door. Too bad she couldn't get near enough to really hear them. It actually sounded like the guards weren't in that room but in the hall before it, leaving their dialogue garbled at best.

She sighed and stood there, leaning against the prison bars, arms still folded as she stared off in thought. Maybe she could pick the light come nightfall, but she would still like to know what sort of guards she'd have to contend with if that was her plan. Sighing again, she resigned herself to the waiting game. Eventually the guards would come in and inform them of their sentencing or whatever, but until then...
It still left her in a cell... with the Farm boy.

She still wasn't sure she desired much talk at the moment. She was still pretty sore from the days events, both bodily and mentally, and wanted to keep her temper in check- lest she pummel the poor Farm Boy for just asking her too many questions, like a kid.

Thinking to that, she recalled the number of times she disliked kids and snapped at them for being- just that. Kids. At least she was no mother. She hadn't the patience for it.

The body did indeed keep silent, he eventually blinked, and put his focus back onto his straw creation. It was slowly starting to look like a stick person, but straw like. He carefully, yet crudely made it a barely put together coat, and pants.

After he was done, he grinned, nodding and glancing back over at his brooding cell mate, she seemed the grumpy sort, on the other, it could be cause she was almost stabbed in the neck by a giant. He thought that too would put him in a foul mood.

He glanced at the bars, then back around, no guards still, he frowned as he looked at his doll, how fragile it was...yet how fragile was he? He stared before putting over to the side, right next to him, making it copy his sitting position. He gave a chuckle after getting it up right, then went back to staring out of the bars, mearly waiting for the crunch of boots...garbled voices, but no boots yet.

He kept this up until impatient boredom got to him as he eventually got up, and started to do push ups, what else was he to do? Sit and wait forever, at least he can try and make himself a little bit stronger so that the next time, he isn't tossed like some sack of wheat.

Her souredness could only last so long, and eventually she was bored of this as he was and found herself a comfy, relatively clean spot against the opposing wall of the cell and simply watched him. 

Doing exercise in here? He must've been real antsy. A farm boy such as himself probably wasn't used to the confines of a city, let alone the city jail.

She continued to stare at him dirty, freckled face, smudged either dried blood or mud, and was that bruises? He atleast wasn't bad to look at, easy enough on the eyes with hair probably about as untamed as her own at the moment, although her locks were hardly straight and probably only added to her haughty beauty. Oh, and he atleast had a nice body too.

Eventually she looked away, staring at her own state and fussing over the dirt and scratches and snags of her clothes.

"Is this your first time in the city?" She guess she was forced into small talk.

He kept doing pushups, he lost count around 20, pretty big number that is, well so is 50, but numbers be hard and all of that. He glanced at her as he felt an uncomfortable stare, oh from his silent cell mate.


He raised a brow at her mid push up, now starting to sweat, not like he cared. He stared back for a moment, his chin bouncing off the floor as he stopped paying attention, causing his eye to twitch as he switched over to crunches to hide the fact that he almost knocked himself out on the hard floor. It seemed all the city girls were thin, at least this one had curves and pretty hair...not that he would ever say anything. Probably loss a finger...or an eye...or both if he mentioned anything.

He chuckled at that memory, poor farmer Jebinah, lost his finger trying to woo a girl, should of payed attention to the knife...and crazy. He raised both brows as his thought process was interrupted by a voice, his cell mates!

He grinned, continuing his crunches, but motioning himself to face her "O-ho! So she speaks! Aye, first time, nay thought I would end up in a cell, much larger and more dank then the one for drunks, rubble rousers, and pranksters I wager." he says in good cheer as he takes a moment to stop, sitting cross legged towards her.

"I take it ya neva been out the city then?" he asked in return, happy that he was getting somewhere. Momma always said that even stone has to crack some time, same with a bulls temper. He scratched at a piece of dirt, which was unfortunately a bruise he had gotten fighting back a wolf and face planting running away for the rest of the pack. He winced as he got the patch off, the dampness made the spots itchy. He kept scratching at it, waiting for her to speak, maintaining eye contact with her eyes with a lazy grin, or glancing over towards the faint noise past the bars, at least it sounded closer...key word closer.

She wasn't surprised at his reply. It was written all over his face, but when the question returned to her in kind, she raised a questioning brow at him.
"I've rarely been. Hardly a need to. But can't say never been."
She eyed him still, twirling a piece of straw idly between two fingers. And at his question about the cell she shrugged and looked at the other , unused cells on the other side of the room.

"I suppose they gave us the bigger cell. Maybe they were just being gentlemanly," and she said the last part with a bit of a sarcastic bite, just enough to sound petty.

His brows went up, city folk do leave their cities and high walls? Huh...why doesn't he get to go the city then when he was younger? He shrugged after a brief moment of thought.

He was distracted then by her gaze, and sought to follow, he always thought the cities would have fuller jails...it seemed it was not the case at the moment. He snorted at her comment with a chuckle

"Aye, of course they are, with a fancy lord backing them and everythin." he says with a snicker before moving closer to the bars "Speaking of guards and fancy lords, I'm surprised they ain't back yet." he says, he heard foot steps approaching, but they were so slow, that it would probably be another minute or two before anyone, much less someone with food, would come by.

He wiped some sweat off his brow as he stood up, brushing the straw off of him, and frowning at a new dirt stain, grumbling about having to wash it in a river, or barrel, later.

Missendria gave a bitter laugh.
"Lord Brawsell I'm sure has more important things to do. He's a foreign lord with a big mouth that ought to be his title. He brings his Connlaothian complex to Serendipity and acts as if he's holier than though.  Men like that I can't stand."

Politics were bad enough. Northern ones were worse.

Her thoughts were cut short when the foot steps approached, door opening to the jail as a man stepped through and turned on his heel to view the cell.

"Well, Missendria Rakkel, what a pleasant surprise.  I haven't seen you in what... a good few weeks. Miss the cells here that much?"

The woman merely glared before looking away. Arms folded across her chest, she grumbled, "Oh, captain my captain, how could I ever desire to be away from your cells for too long? The extra piss in this one is lovely, like rose buds on a summer day."

The captain snorted.
"Ah, typical reply. But would we expect anything less. And this time.." His eyes went to Godfrey.  "I see you brought an accomplice?" The captain rapped on the cell bars nearest the farm hand.

"You sir, Full name please and Residence. "

"Aren't you gonna ask for my information too?: she asked, giving petty bats of her eye lashes.

He ignored her. Jerk. He did have to walk past her to talk to Godfrey. So she decides to interject.

"You can just call him 'farm boy'," But as soon as she said it the captain held up a hand for silence , eyes never leaving the other man. "Quiet, Missendria, if I wanted you to speak for your lover,  I would have asked. Now.." the captain continued,  dark eyes in Godfrey. "Your name."

Godfrey listened, a foreign lord? Having power on another countries soil? He frowned slightly, hand on his chin in thought, that was suspicious. He furrowed his brows as he listened to the rest, it seems she was not a fan of these Connlaothians...who ever they were.


He blinked when he heard footsteps, actually close ones this time, brows going up as said person arriving started to speak with the woman. He grinned, Missendria...and she was a free woman, fancy last name and everything, Missendria Rakkel. He leaned against the bars, arms crossing as he watched until 'accomplice' came out of the mans mouth. He frowned, going to speak before the bars were hit near him.


He gave the man a look up an down, eyes flicking from the two as the bickering continued before he swallowed and went to speak

"Son of Simonous, I'm a serf, so no land to speak of  besides wot Lord Maerwen gives us to work land Ser." he says with a nod and a grin, holding his dirty, straw covered hand in greetings, ignoring the claim of lover. Like a farmer could woo a free girl, pffffft, got to have fancy words for that, and he most certainly was not fancy in speech, clothing, nor form. He glanced to see if there was other guards, it seemed not before glancing again. It was up to this captain it seems.

The captain  nodded as he listened to Godfrey, lips then pressing in a line as he looked him over, then gestured towards Missendria.

"In your own words,  you mind explaining to me what you were doing with Miss Rakkel and with Lord Brawsell this eve?"

Godfrey nods "Of course Ser, me father was thinking of selling things mayhaps in the city, and I wanted to explore past the fields and forests. So he sent me out, had me a sword and pack, to go check out any potential buyers that thar be in the city for our lord." He starts with gestures and proud grin after nodding, looking happy to give his story.

"Then, uh, I got lost explorin the place Ser, was going down one of the smaller streets ya see. Then when I turn the corner, both the lord and the lady were on the ground, the lord on top, pressing the dagger to her neck. I was unaware of how they got thar, but I sure wasn't going to let a maiden get stabbed. Don't sit right ya know? So I charged him, we tussled. He threw me off like I was buck a sack of wheat."

He says going into detail and making motions before chuckling sheepishly "Err, I may have called the lord a liar...nay thought he was a lord, but a thief or thug Ser, went to charge him, the lady stopped me, the guards came, and thats how we ended up here." he says with a final nod before his brows went up "Oh! I can't see if the lady is a thief or what was happening before I arrived Ser. The only thing I know was that the lord had a knife to her neck and reacted." he followed up quickly with his arms crossing and more nods after his semi-dramatic retelling of the situation.

The captain chewed over the man's words before giving a curt nod.
"Thank you. I will take your story into consideration. For now, the pair of you will have to sit tight, at least for the evening.  Assaulting a lord is a serious offense. By the morrow,  we will converse again. For now, you will be fed porridge before lights out."

He turned to leave, giving Missendria a look before he paused at the door.
He turned to Godfrey.
"Word of advice. City women are trouble. It's best you steer clear of all of them."
And with that, he stepped outside of the room and the pair were left alone once again.

He grinned with a nod, the grin became brighter as he heard porridge,  he did a little cheer.

He seemed chipper, nodding as he got the advice from the Captain looking at Missendria cautiously before sitting down, staying quite until the captain left, making sure it was completely silent before putting his head into his hands

"Oh no, my pa is goin to kill me once he finds out I've been arrested and left without is permission." he says in a very 'oh no' sort of way, groaning slightly before scratching his head angrily before looking up with a big sigh and glancing her way with a chuckle

"Well, guess whar stuck until the marrow eh?" he says as he grins lazily, but is obviously slightly freaked out. He couldn't confess he left without his lords permission, much less without telling his father, they would put him in the stocks. Thankfully, his town a couple of days worth of travel, but he would be a goner if they sent him back with an official word from a captain!? He closed his eyes as he tried not to think about it, and instead about how he was going to be given food and not have to hunt for it tonight.

Missendria kept her back to Godfrey for a time, watching the captain as he left. She didn't turn to the farm boy, not yet, but digested his words as her eyes grew distant in thought. When he was done speaking, she turned around, not really looking at him as she shrugged.

"Don't get too excited.  The porridge was probably sitting in the pot, cold from last week."

Godfrey was distracted by his testifying to notice her too much until done, and even then he grinned, give her some space still. He merely sat back down with his straw figure, and just relaxed before he glanced over as she spoke. He answered with a laugh

"Well, I was gonna have to hunt or fish for something tonight...'eard they sometimes don't give out food, so I'll take it as luck eh? Would rather prefer the hot thing...or some steak, but at least I'm not going hungry!" he says with a laugh, he tilts his head though at her reaction, before shrugging and closing his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to dream of being in a better place, where he was successful, that he didn't have to run from a pack of wolves in terror, that he could have warm food every day.

Missendria just stared at him. She even smiled a little.
"Are all country boys this humbled and niave?"
It was certainly... different. Most men in the city were all the same.
"And I think hunting your food would give you a better survival rating than the rot we're going to get."

Godfrey opened an eye, looking around to find her before speaking.

"Depends on whar ya from, for me, spent too much time running, or fighting off things I thought I could take, learnt the hard way, like how much larger the world is than just the village and forest...and nay sure wot naive is? Heard it was a compliment, so thank ya!" he says with a grin.

Then, his face pales, his other eye opening, in shock, a look of utter disappointment "Y-ya be jokin right? It can't be worse than bog soup? Right?" he asks with a slight twinge of panic, but mostly extreme disappointment and shock that they are serving ROT to prisoners. Like, make them starve, sure, but ROT! What is wrong with you, torture, not having edible food? What evil bastards. He shook his head, his once happy look replaced with stoic firmness.

"Guess it'll be a long night than..." he says factually, trying to hide the sadness that he'll be eating something like rot, he sniffles slightly, yet no tears.

By the way he spoke, she had to wonder how young he was. Clearly just becoming a man, it seemed, a new born babe to this cruel world of reality. She thought about her own naivety and recalled when her own was shattered. She supposed She wasn't even that old herself.. old enough to know better.

And old enough to know she hadn't a choice. But she found herself staring at her crestfallen cell mate before she turned away, staring off at nothing in particular.

"I know I didn't really say it earlier. But thanks," She muttered, shifting uncomfortable at the words. "Lord... Brawsell ... he's an asshole, to put it bluntly. So when I was told to lift his purse,  I gladly accepted."Not that she had a choice. "Truthfully, it should have been an easy job but..." shr gestured outwardly.  "Here we are."

She studied him a moment before looking away again.
"Least you'll be out of here come morning."

He was dejected, having to eat rot? What...what a shame, when he gets out of here, he was going to cook up some rabbit stew, way better than rot...maybe on the shoreline, far away. His thoughts wandered until he heard her speak again. His brows going up, she thanked him! Mission accomplished! He couldn't help but grin, he did suppress the mirthful chuckle though.

His mood faltered slightly as she continued, nodding with her words. Yeah, guy was a bag of dicks alright. He stopped nodding, wait, 'was told'? He leaned forward, brows furrowed, waving a hand in the air.

"Wait, wait, wait, so ya were told to flitch that hill giant? I'm not one from stealin, but mayhaps thar were setting ya up to fail? If ya don't mind me askin?" he asks with a raised brow, resting his arms on his legs, he was going to ask her why, but who the fact it took hours to get a thankful, probably meant that she wouldn't tell him why she was taking mysterious orders to steal. His eyes squinted in thought, thus the rabbit hole got deeper.

Missendria kept her eyes on the farm boy, mildly entertained.
"Someone tells you to plow the fields, do they not? Well, my job was to pick pocket the giant." She shrugged at his comment about being set up to fail and sighed. "I haven't failed yet. There's always tomorrow."

Godfrey tilted his head, he never thought of it that way before gasp she was a serf to some....some, robber baron! He leaned back to rub his chin, and thus the mystery gets deeper. Such as if like many serfs, she wants to be free, or simply staying where she is at.

He frowned in his pondering before shrugging and nodding with a grin "Aye, always tomorrow, best if ya don't get caught me thinks." he says with a chuckle before moving some straw around to be more comfortable, taking some spare to create another doll of straw.

"Want a straw figure for good luck? Heard that ya can take one with, or burn one if its shaped like yar enemy to give 'im bad luck, might make things easier for ya." he says as he begins to idly work, not much else to do in this cell.

Missendria couldn't hide her smile, though it seemed like she had been trying. She watched him a moment and plucked at a piece of the straw before casually twirling it between two fingers.

"You probably shouldn't. I'd probably end up hanging for murder."

He snickered, working on crafting some sort of figure, a lazy grin on his face as he worked, eyes sometimes flicking on too her before returning too his figure, his smile fading

he goes to open his mouth, but shuts it, and goes back to smiling, humming a soft tune.

Eventually, some guard arrives with two bowls of...uh, porridge? If thats what that gruel could be called. Godfrey was almost done with the straw doll, he had a base figure,  but compared to the one that he made previously, this one had a dress, and was obviously female. He sat up with glee as he heard food, and his face immediately fell into woo and disarray. A very sad frown formed on his lips, as he closes his eyes, a single tear escaping  as he mourned over what he thought was food, but in fact, was food in pretend.

The guards bringing their food was a nice distraction, but she wasn't about to eat any of that slop they were serving.  They passed it between the bars, not bothering to care when one tipped over. Then the guard barked out, "Be sure to eat up. Lights out within the hour. Then you're stuck with the night guard."

Missendria hardly seemed phased, arms folded as she leaned against the wall and watched the guard leave. Then she turned towards the bowls. It almost appeared as if maggots were crawling in it, but she wasn't close enough to confirm.  It didn't even smell that appetizing.

Godfrey stared, he stared hard, like he was contemplating eating it, then he saw it move, he shook his head, and went back down, fishing on what he was working on his doll, after he was finished, he tossed it towards her.

"Here, for ya good luck, I think I'll probably be out tommorow, and I think ya'll need it." he says with a grin, the growling of his stomach filling the silence, which he ignores and rolls over to his side, back towards her to fall asleep. He was just going to pretend he was not ravenously hungry...and dream about bacon, mmmmm, bacon.

The doll was straw, no facial features, it wore a dress roughly put together, female in shape with long hair, about her length, otherwise, it was not remarkable, much like a country kids toy than any work of art.

Missendria caught the doll and blinked, peering down at the crude construction and noting the small details if the dress and hair.

''Well, wouldn't ya know. Farm boy's a charmer." She thought with a smirk. It made her feel a bit more guilty she dragged him into this. She supposed he was only trying to help. But she pushed those emotions aside. It just made things easier.  Just keep everyone an arms length away.

"You're pretty good at these. Do you make straw dolls for all the girls you share jail cells with or am I just lucky you shared one with me with just.." she gestured about as she went on with sarcastic dramatics. "so much ample straw?"

He lay there, somewhat grumply and pained. Having lack luster food? Sure, starving a little, sure. Pretending to be fed food? Not cool.

He raised a brow before laughing

"Aye, make them all the time for girls I'm stuck with cells with, as ya would be me first...and that we had straw not pee'ed on probably helps." he said with a chuckle, smiling, she was feeling better at least...he wondered if she ever thought of running? She was a serf...in a different sense too himself, he wondered if she even knew it.

Her lips twitched into a smirk. She brushed a loose strand of hair from her eyes as she shook her head and turned away. Then she glanced back down at the doll, held loosely in one hand. She examined it critically,  nose scrunching.
"Well, if there is piss, hopefully there's not a lot."

She had idly been pacing and now paused with her back towards him as her thumb brushed against the texture of the straw doll. She noted it was pretty well made for what it was. Sturdy loops bound round the waist and enough care to fray the straw creating the doll's hair.

Then she peered towards the barred window,  her expression distant. The sun was setting now,  casting dark, golden light through the bars while formed long, cool shadows stretching across the room. She had to wonder how long she'd be in here this time, and found her fingers idly toying with the doll's hair.

He chuckled sleepily at her comment, he hoped their wasn't pee in hers...or his for that matter. He felt everything darken.


He awoken, light reclaiming his senses to the sound of birds and foot steps, he felt groggy, hungry, and bruised. He slowly sat up with a groan, bags under his eyes, he smelt awful, once he got out of here, he was totally finding a river to dunk himself into before trying to do some sort of adventurer...and a fresh rabbit to kill and cook, it would be better than...that.

He glanced at whomever was approaching then at his cell mate. He hoped she made it through the night. The light was just coming through the bars, allowing one to see the floating dust in contract to the rest of the place, it was quite mesmerizing, but also lonely...he did not like jails, but it did give thought, if not brain rotting silence.

Unlike Godfrey, she couldn't sleep. She may have dozed off a moment or two from where she sat beside the wall, but it was evident by the dark circles under her eyes and the pensive creases she had barely slept. It was early morning when the farm boy stirred, and it appeared as if the woman were set to doze off again. But then she shifted and peered towards the window. Daylight. The captain would no doubt be around before the hour was up. Odds were good Godfrey would be released but... she tensed a little. She wasn't so sure she'd fair the same.

After re-orienting himself and finding his prisoner comrade in, errr, not looking so hot. He scratched his head as he looked about again. Meaning, sure, she's a self admitted thief, but she doesn't seem like a bad person. In fact, she seems more like a worried serf or those poor people afflicted with night terrors.

He looked towards the floor with these thoughts, how could a hero help in this regard? He furrowed his brow as he slowly began to speak.

"Hey...I know yar in a bad place right now, but one day you'll get out of it." he says with a grin looking up, by the gods that was pathetic, hopefully it didn't sound too awkward too her. He'll have to come back here one day, when he's stronger, more experienced, richer, and see if he can do something about this robber baron...Why couldn't he do something about it now? He looked towards the light with that thought, what could he do?

She raised a single brow at his words. He didn't know the half of it. She basically had to sell her life to save another- that ungrateful cad. Her hands clenched at the thought.  But she swallowed it down, stowing those emotions away until they sat bitterly within her belly like a pile of sharp stones.


One day...

Maybe...

"I can't see them keeping me here forever." She shrugged at that. Or what if they could? The thought of being here indefinitely made her frown.  She peered over at him.

"You planning to go home after all this?"
She decided passing the remiander of their time with idle chit chat was probably the only way to pass the time.

He winced at the eyebrow raise, maybe not. He did tilt his head slightly, readjusting his position as he noticed clenched hands, uh oh, sore spot maybe.


His brows went up and she spoke, oh, maybe not upset? Woman are strange, he shrugged with a nod before his brows went up even higher and he laughed

"Nay, not yet...in truth, left to become...an adventurer, a hero ya know? Travel the land, save some people, fight a dragon, like from a book." he said, scratching at his cheek with a sheepish chuckle before continuing

"Nay want to be a serf forever...wanna do something with me self, make Ma and Da proud, maybe even go down in history as the greatest hero ever, get a title or two, a nice place that me parents could settle down at." he continued, a wide grin spreading, that was the dream. To be a hero, the most legendary hero, to see places he only ever heard of, to have his name be known across the entire world for his deeds.

He chuckled as he got lost in his thoughts before shaking his head "Now though, just adventurerin, barely can afford to pay for me supper let alone be a hero yet! One day though, I'll get thar one day." he says with a final nod, maybe even save her if he can, best he not mention that though, she may start laughing like his friend Hagtak...which she probably will anyway, apparently, he's got delusions or something.

Well now...he had much to say. It made her smirk, well smile, but she forced it into more of a smirk.  She glanced down at the crudely made doll.

"So -Farm boy wants to be a hero?" She looked around and gestured with a smirk. "Can't say heroes start in jail cells,  but I'm sure when you belcome famous they'll have songs about it."

She thought over what he said. He was so full of naivety. So innocent in this tarnished, sinful world. She was a prime example- breaking the law just to survive, an example to what the world does to you. If he becomes a hero... ironically he might be the next one to toss her into jail. That would be ironic.

"You must have wonderful parents. " She tried to imagine them and the image made her smile. What kind of parents raised a young man with those ideals? He certainly had big dreams, and she envied that no one had broke him of that yet.

He chuckled sheepishly a hand rubbing the back of his head, almost blushing

"Aye...ya would be surprised how often hero's did end up in jail for doing the right thing, at least according to the stories." he says nodding again before looking at her, his brows going up as he began to talk excitedly, practically beaming.

"Aye! Me Pa is a farmer, humble sort, taught me to plow fields, must say nay a lot built like me around 'ere, most of me peers look like that could barely hold an axe much less a bail of hay for me then a hour, fend for me self and how to hunt for the family when the fields were lacking or the animals bare, empty, or not enough to kill for a meal. He's slightly taller then me, built just the day, has this straw hat, always read me stories about hero's and magic knights, may not be magical me-self, but thats beside the case, get thar eventually. Me Ma is slightly taller then me, well rounded, unlike ya city folk, its the opposite, skinny is frowned upon, means yar starvin. And hits ya real hard with her spoon if ya fuck up, she taught me to cook, sew, how to not beat me fellow kids senseless with a stick when angry, mayhaps talk...always calmed me, funny enough, she's the angry one of the house. Say get me eyes from me Mum and me Dad's attitude...I hope thar doing alright, never been this far from home."

He says going from happy, to happy with slight worry, brows furrowed "Whar I'm from, bandits and other things always lurking about in them woods, sometimes raidin parties of human or of the good folk of some sort, or great creatures strong enough to pick up tree's and toss them at ya, or wolves the size of ponies!" he says explaining his homeland with just as much gusto and energy as he did his parents. "Thar are large fields, OH! And a Lord's castle! Lord's got lots of maids, his tyke is about me age, a book worm, jealous of that, can't read too good me-self, know a little mind ya. We got lots of tasty food whar I'm from, lots of guards too! Crops far as the eye can see with plenty of game! Oh, mayhaps I can make a figure or two to show ya me parents! What are yars like? Ya City folk are strange with yar bright garments and high walls, we don't have too much of that...nay do I think ya choose thieving as yar first choice, don't think anyone does mind ya, only the desperate or no idea what else to do to survive."

He finishes with his yammering, smiling happily as he starts making more straw dolls from his make shift straw bed, seeming to be in good spirits as he watched her curiously as he worked, humming happily, much of his previous situation forgotten, he also was conveniently ignoring his very angry and hungry belly, he'll have to settle for something later, AFTER he was out of course.

As he went about his new project, the nearby ignored bowls of 'porridge' stirred, a single large bug crawling out from it's muck. Gross. Missendria tried to ignore it.

Farm boy had a lot to say, gushing like a spring welled full from winter's thaw. She couldn't help but smile from it, shying away so that couldn't be seen.  It had been some time since she had genuinely smiled. When she worked at taverns, the smiles were pretty and her chest perky, she knew how to move and stand to get the most attention- but it was all a farce, goods to show. Farm boy was ... different. He wasn't here because he was trying to seduce her. He was genuinely... good. She shifted uncomfortably at the thought, and the guilt she had been trying to ignore bubbled to the surface, renewed.

Habitually, she pushed it into her belly again. She'd rather eat that for breakfast anyways than the one that was crawling away now....

Sadly, she was beginning to enjoy his company,  something she didn't have the luxury to afford, and made the repression for true companionship all the more a sore spot in her belly. Add that to the spice of her jealousy, and her stomach was in a veritable knot.

In a his excitement, she nearly didn't catch the conversation being passed to her and her smile twitched,  threatening to frown, but the emotions were clear in her eyes. And she knew it as she turned away from him. He was too innocent to hear the truth. And she didn't need nor want pity.  Her life was her own doing, and she just had to suck it up, do whatever her 'master ' said until she might someday be...

Free.

That was a laugh. What would she even do with herself? She had already built up this reputation to keep her master sated... She would never escape such a life as long as she breathed. But it was a nice dream... to have been able to live and love and indulge so simply in life as she had done before.. before all of this.

But she had been in love.  And love, she knew, was foolish.

She realized she had been squeezing them doll a little too tightly, and she felt the bindings loosening within her grip. She peered down at the doll with a bitter smile. She couldn't keep anything nice.

She was being too quiet for too long she realized and put on her best face,  one that hid any emotion and made her look smug and confident, casual even despite her distress as she  finally turned to face Godfrey.

"After a story like that, it hardly seems fair I'm asked to share. " She gave him an almost sultry smile but inwardly chided herself. She wasn't here to work the farm boy. But habits were hard to kill. She had become a sarcastic flirt, one that kept others at arms length but reveled in their wanting.

No, she had to leave out the flirting. It wouldn't be fair to the farm boy. He'd be too easy to wrap around her finger. Perhaps in another life he would be an ideal match for a dying Dreamer like herself...

But here she was in jail. Here, she was in this life to serve for her mistakes. And she vowed to never be so blind or stupid again. Love hurt too much. And besides.. hadn't the young man come about saying what his wifely type was? Yeah, she didn't have the flimsy body of a lot of the city goers, infact, she had the curves and ideal body type he was looking for in his country wife. She, naturally,  lacked his desirable personality type, she was sure. Either way, love and men were off limits. Besides, Godfrey didn't deserve to be jerked around and toyed with. She had already brought the poor fool to jail with her,  she didn't need to be his first heart break,  too.

Godfrey was too distracted with his making of straw dolls and story telling by the bug that crawled out of there supposed 'porridge'. The first doll, looked like the first doll he made, but the figure was slightly taller, and even had a straw axe resting on his shoulder, though the axe looked a little curvy. Straw wasn't the best building material for this sort of thing. The next one was a shorter female one. The only difference between Missendria's figure was that the figure he just made was a lot rounder and curvaceous. His fingers worked quickly through the straw before holding both out to see, a broad uneven grin showing his happiness.

"This is me Ma and Pa! Good folk as said." he said beaming not only at her, but his creations as well. His smile broadened even more that he finally saw hers as he laughed before speaking again, going to put his creations down "Ya should smile more! Suits yar face it does."

He looked back after putting the dolls down, now three dolls sitting in a row, his eyes passing her hands as he went to look back up, his eyes glanced back down, then back at her "I can fix that if ya want?" he says with a grin, she must be one of those happy squeezers, reminded him of his neighbor Belldon, she would squeeze anything if happy, peace be to the person she decided to squeeze, heard stories she squeezed so hard, she could break a cows ribs.


He shuddered at the thought before his brows perked and he laughed "Nay nay, let it out! I'm 'ere to listen! I would argue that after pouring me heart out that it would be unfair of ya...but thats ok, ya don't need to give anything ya don't need too, heard the city life can be as brutal as the country life in different ways, and I've always been a bleeding heart." he says in reassurance as he tapped his chest, chuckling as things went silent again. He actually got a chance to look her over with peace in his mind compared to yesterdays chaos.


She definitely was not built like most of the city girls. She actually had curves, and wasn't whispering or mocking behind his back of him being some sort of bumpkin...which he was, but at least they weren't trying to make a mockery of it (whats wrong with the country? At least we have food and actually pretty woman). She also was rather pretty, she didn't talk much, but from her smile, wow, she must of been a much happier person in the past, he wondered what happened...maybe why she's a thief now? Either way, she seems nice enough, could do with about a month of good eating, get her a cute pot belly going ,or even a year, oh wow, what would she look like in a year of actually eating heartedly? He thought she was curvy no-

He mentally cudgeled the more desirous thoughts of his head, as he shook it before a blush formed, he can save those thoughts for later. Beside, he highly doubted, just from the way city folk looked about here, that would ever happen, beauty standards too different. He stared at her for a moment, thinking.


Why couldn't she smile? He would love to see it again, heck, probably a lot of people would love to see it, maybe she lost her parents? Would explain why she didn't talk about them, maybe she had a lover who broke her heart, classic fairy tale story there. Or maybe she got mixed with the bad crowd? Either way, how could he help her achieve that smile, how could he help her be that happy? Why did he even want too? She was nice...or at least nice enough too him, she didn't feel bad. He even wanted too help, in fact, would a tale it would be for a hero to take down a crime ring? Maybe there are others stuck thieving for this robber baron?

He made up his mind as he spoke in the silence, his face going serious as he tried to meet her eye.

"Hey, I don't know you well enough miss, and I'm not the best candidate for being a hero, but when I get out, I promise that I'll get stronger, even if a little, to take down this Robber Baron who's serfed ya, ya deserve to be free and for people to see yar smile, its pretty and I think yar not such a bad person, even if ya may be a thief." he says with a grin "It, uh, will probably take a bit, but I'll certainly keep it, within a year I'll be back, and when I'm back, I'll keep me word." he said with utter seriousness, like someone laying down an oath, keeping his eye contact the entire time before looking away slowly to start working on another straw figure. Humming peacefully as he heard birds chirp, he smiled, it would be a good day, and he would free her, he felt a twinge of excitement, how many would he save from this robber baron? This was like his first quest! A QUEST?! He smiled softly, he couldn't help it, he was going to help people, one of his first tales! For a good cause, he needed to get stronger...or more how to use a sword, even faster now.

One night in a jail cell should have been like any other. Farm boy had to prove it other wise. She felt... uneasy, and fought off a blush herself several times as she would continually keep her back to him. In the end, despite his compliments about her smile, she was frowning.

She wanted to protest, warn him to stay away- enjoy his freedom and go try to be his own hero. Come back here? What a foolish sense if duty to a woman he barely knew.

A yeowl at the jail window nearly made her jump clean out if her skin but as she whirled around to see what made the noise-

"Jack!"

A rough looking Tom cat sat perched in the window. He was a street cat she had grown found of over the years who often times kept her company. He.. was sort of the only friend and family she had, if she wanted to admit it. Never had he visited her in jail.

The cat gave a raggy meow and rubbed his scarred old face against the bars of the window, before spotting Godfrey and tilting back his ears uneasily,  sniffing in the man's direction.

Godfrey was still smiling despite the frown, its ok, its a long promise to keep, but hero's and country folk keep their promise (unless your a miller, NEVER, trust a miller).

He took a sigh, glancing about, the jail people...or the captain should be back soon...ish? Maybe, this was getting awkward, he was hopping for some...what the bards call it? Dramatic timing? Now he has to sit here, nodding. Which he was doing, as he had no idea what to do now after making such a promise.

He went to speak, maybe something about the weather before he also jumped at the meow, almost sitting on the straw doll of himself, causing him to fall backward to spare his doll. He sat up, straw covered with wide eyes.

"Jack?" he asked simply as he started to brush straw off himself, and going to sit back down, pretending that he totally didn't just make a fool of himself, he obviously tripped...despite sitting down, damn slippery prison, err, floors? Seat? Whatever.

He waved towards the bars "Hello Jack." he said as he leaned back, looking at the cat curiously. He did not dare too sniff himself  as he put his hands behind his head. smiling at the cat, reminded him of a barn cat...but one that decided to fight the goat too many times, or the dog...or just about anything over where he was at. He grinned,

"Scrappy thing ya look Jack." he said with a giggle, he was just about to mention food before looking at the still moving 'porridge' , making a disgusting look, and looking back like he wasn't just thinking of offering that over. Also, good timing on the cats part, and see! The lady can't be all THAT bad if she's carrying for such a scrappy cat.

Godfrey probably smelled terrible, like a farmer who has yet to take a bath. Both of which are true, sadly, for the poor cats nose.

Jack's ears twitched this way and that, still sniffing uncertainly towards Godfrey before the cat paused, pupils going wide before slimming into slits. Then he jumped clean from the window, sailing between the two and landing with a predators grace upon the sludge monster bug, creating an audible crunch. The bug didn't make it, and a moment later he picked the twitching bugs corpse in mouth and mrowled proudly over towards Missendria where it promptly dropped the twitching carcous onto her foot.

A lesser woman may have fainted or screamed at this display,  but once the initial revulsion wore off she actually laughed and proudly praised the cat with a scratch behind his ear. Jack's tail swayed rigidly and happily as he went about rubbing his body against her skirts.

"Such a proud hunter aren't you,  Jack?" She cooed,  scratching just where he liked it beneath his chin.

Godfrey contentedly watched, a brow going up at the cat, he didn't smell that bad...but he wasn't going to smell himself to find out. Then both went up as the cat went sailing, on too...whatever that was, where did that even come from? He tilted his head in confusion, but shrugged as the cat presented its prize.

He grinned and clapped for the cat, he didn't dare get up to go over and pet the cat, once again, a good way to loss a finger. Them cats gotta come up to YOU if you want to pet them, can't go up to them. He sighed, waiting patiently as he stayed still as he could, maybe, if he stayed still, the kitty would come over. This is where he wished he had a snack of some sort...for the cat and himself of course. He was starving. His stomach growling in response, he almost frowned before he heard foot steps. Someone was coming, most likely a guard. He stayed where he was though, and mearly watched. Not much one can do but watch and wait at this point. He glanced at Missendria before looking back with a sigh, his time was almost up it seems.

It seemed Missendria blossomed into some other person, the very presence of the cat softening her outer shell as she fussed over the old and dirty flea infested feline. It didn't even give one sparing glance towards Godfrey. He was here to see Missendria, after all.

When she noted all was quiet did she remember she wasn't alone as she cleared her throat and ignored her blush and looked towards Godfrey.

"Jack.. this is Farm boy. He's good people, not like that mean lot from your alley." She went on, scratching behind his ears as he purred grumbly and loud.

Godfrey was content to watch, his smile broadening as her demeanor changed. He suppressed the laugh, but he knew it! Look at that, and she was acting like she wasn't a nice person.


He did tilt his head slightly, did...did her cheeks turn red? Probably cause she was focused on the cat. He laughed as he leaned forward, offering his hand as he leaned forward to be sniffed by his royal majesty, not wanting to loss a finger just yet.


Meanwhile, A guard stopped outside the cell, tapping the end of his Halberd  on the ground to signify his presence, this particular guard was starting to get a beard and shaved poorly, the hair all over the place.

"Alright, here to retrieve the lad, sorry Missendria, seems ya gotta stay a wee bit longer, best say good bye or something."

The guard said before hacking a glob of spit into the porridge as he fiddled with the keys, obviously taking his time to find the right one out of the thirty or so keys he had. Causing a ruckus of metal rattling on metal.

It seemed she and the cat were ignorant of the guards presence, that was until he spoke and spat and rattled the keys about with leisurely discourse.  Turns out, Jack wasn't much of a fan of the guard once he got a good look at him. His eyes widened and his tail floofed up to exorbitant proportions as be let out a bellowing mrowl of warning.

The guard paused between key flips and finally noticed the cat.

"What the- is that a-" And before the guard could finish,  Jack's massive form charged after him. Startled, he dropped the keys with a curse, nearly hitting the cat with them and Jack began to swipe out viciously with his paw. The guard was taken back,  nearly dropping his halberd as he stumbled to catch it and backed away to avoid the feral claws.

"Jack!" Missendria leaped towards the cat to try to grab him to halt his attack but the cat had already slipped through the bars. "Jack, no!"

But when did a cat ever listen? And the nearly thirty pound Tom cat was hissing and yowling after the stumbling guard. After a time, the young man got his wits about him and readjusted his halbard and attempted to crown the cat to get him to stop.

"No!" Missendria cried out, tossing herself at the door and pressed herself against it desperately. "Don't hurt him he-!" She gasped as the haldbard nearly crushed the cat, but Jack was fast and snarling mad. "Please, don't!"

The guard nor cat were listening, and she felt helpless as she watched the man try to kill off her only companion.
That was, until she saw the keys that had fallen within arms reach. She didn't hesitate to snatch them up and unlocked the door, just on time for Jack to zip through the bars and Missendria to let out a little battle cry of her own as she flung the heavy door at the chasing guard, smacking him hard upside the head with it- And the guard went down.

Godfrey sat there, and watched as a dire house cat just assaulted a guard. What, the, fuck. He blinked slowly and surely,  mostly in how messed up this cat assault was. His eyes widened as Missendria started getting upset, standing up as well to stop her from assaulting the guard, that may not be the smartest thing to do, but she really seemed to care for that cat.

Then the can ran in and she opened the door, knocking the guard out, by the gods stinky arm pits, what to do now. He stood there, hands going too his head, how do you solve this! HOW!

He stared in utter horror and shock, she could be killed for this, it was almost like a stor-WAIT! THATS IT! In the tales of Teorrosa the thief who tricked a demon into banishing its-self. In the first part, he faked his death to get away. Could he do something similar for her? Like hide her or something? They gotta have something around here, ANYTHING!

He heard foot steps were coming as he started to run about the cells, finding a dirty patchwork sack, could it work? Who knows! But it was better then what the guards would do to her!

He ran back, frantically stuffing some hay into it before tossing the sack at her.

"Get in the sack!" he said frantically, barely waiting for her to get in to start loading it with hay, like he was trying to disguise her as a bag of hay!? MADNESS!

His hands were dirty and hay covered  as he spun around in a circle twice after he was done, and if she did get in, he would put hay on top, like an over full bag, which he had experience of handling, Move her to an inconspicuous spot before running over to the guard to shout for help, and pointing down the hall way.


however, if she didn't, he would  look about and say "Run or sit in the cell then!" and would jump back into the cell, or, going to lay down on the unconscious guard himself!

The entire time, he thought he was SUCH a genius, obviously

Well, that escalated quickly. Her mind was in a whirl, heart pounding inside her ears that when she finally realized more guards were coming because of the ruckus, she panicked and in turn finally saw what the panicking farm boy was up to.

That's when she grabbed him roughly by his shirt.
"What are you doing!? What's all this hay in the sack going to do?"
The rage in her voice was enough to trigger another angry meow from Jack, who now had his puffed up self pressed against a wall defensively. That's when Missendria's demeanor changed again as she turned to Godfrey, whom she still held a fist full of his shirt.

"We got to get Jack out of here!" She'd never forgive herself if the guards killed him.

He was taken by the shirt, he looked at her like she was the crazy one, he went to speak but heard the pounding of guards, this was getting out of hand, all he wanted was to get out. Get out and take a bath, have some breakfast, maybe even have second breakfast if he succeeded in a task or two. Now, he was GOING TO BE EXECUTED FOR BREAKING OUT OF JAIL CAUSE OF SOME CAT?!

He was shaken as he tried to explain the bag until she pointed at her cat. He looked over, and knew what he had to do, he had a sack and by the gods he was going to use it.

"CAT BAG!" he yells, going to move her arm, lunging like he would if this was a barn cat, to scoop it into the bag, then skittered about as the cat was probably trying to kill him from the bag. He hoped Jack would forgive him, he was only following orders, and, ya know, trying not to die. He slid across the floor missing the cat who went to pounce on him. He let out a high pitched yell, he didn't have armor on, who knew what this cat would do, and he liked his fingers.

He put his foot up so it could claw into his shoe instead, tearing into it as he pushed compared to kick so he didn't hurt it, as it bounced back growling as he rolled then went to put the bag over it again. Why was he risking his life for this cat again? the claws going to rip into his arm, yelling as he goes to tank it to achieve his bag grab.

He was pale, sweating from panic, and the fact that, by law, they were now eligible for execution for attempted jail break which was treason (gotta learn those laws early, mostly cause nobles threaten that when you constantly cause fights cause your a drunk guard). His heart was beating fast, why was he doing this again? Why was he risking his limbs for this cat when they could of been out of here by now? Cause city girl wanted her cat, he got it, but he was panicking, he could die at any moment because of a fucking cat. The thoughts of death were going through his head as he reminded himself on why he was doing this, over and over again.

Missendria's voice went shrill.
"What are you doing!?!? Not like- Jack,no! Ahh! FARM BOY DONT HURT HIM !!!"
She couldn't keep track of what was going on but it didn't take long for the extra guards to show up and were equally confused.

"What's going on here? What is the meaning of this?" One demanded.

Jack yrawled out an angry hiss, claws attempting to kill towards Godfrey that when the new men showed up, the cat turned and hissed at them, fluffing up to extra proportions that had the guards stammering.

"How the hell did a cat get in 'ere?" One shouted, as both men had hands on their blades, ready to draw.

He looked at the nasty cat clawed arm, thats so going to scar, who knows what that things been into. He looked up, the guards?!


He was freaking out, what do you do in a situation like this?! What did his father and mother used to say? Uh, follow your gut, right, what is my gut saying? Hungry, run, pick up the girl and run, Hungry, Pan-

PICK UP THE GIRL AND RUN

He tossed the sack at the guards "POCKET SACK!" he yelled, ran forward, picked up the keys, went to scoop Missendria, may she forgive him, he'll pretend that she's not an angry city cat mamma. Yes, she's a beautiful, curvy, fattened princess with long hair in need of saving from orcs. Yep, thats what he was going for-Oh she's heavier then he thought.

If successful, he would hold her just like a sack of wheat and start running away from the scene, way too panicked to check if the guard had a sword, just run. He kept the image in his head to keep some semblance of wits about him while saying.


"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck." while looking for a way out, and hopefully Jack ran away, he hoped to god that he ran away for his sack and hers...and the cats, can't forget the cats. He breathed deepily and quickly, it was MUCH harder to run with someone then he thought, oh god it was MUCH MUCH harder.

He was even paler, sweating bullets, and looked like he wanted to scream, cry, and yell, all at the same time, his face red from exertion, and despite looking terrified, still keeping some form of wits to get them out of there.

The sack being tossed was enough to convince Jack the cat it was time to get out of there. It bolted down the hallway, past the guards as well as Godfrey and his "sack of potatoes" hissing before it raced out.

Missendria, on the other hand was not expecting what happened next as she was hefted up and over the man's shoulders. She was nearly the same height as he! He couldn't have weighed that much more than her too!

"What.." she began, flailing about in the confusion. "What are you doing?! Godfrey!" She actually yelped his real name. "Put me down!"

He kept running, he did not care to look back, he kept running. This was his first time actually touching a girl around the waist, he didn't have time to process this and kept running turning corners, going through doors..errr, crashing through doors more so. He was huffing and puffing but he still kept going, eyes frantically looking for an exit, frantic sound of feet behind him and shouting of some words, he didn't have time.


He did hear his name in the shouts, real close, he glanced over, oh thats her butt...butts can, OH, she was saying it! Finally said his name. He grinned through his huffing and puffing as he crashed through into another area, this one more outside, knocking over a guard trying to access the door. The others fast on his trail, but hard to catch up in the armor.

"Nope wheeze gotta get out of here." he said,  as a guard turned the corner and he turned on too a street, a horn going off somewhere, oh god, they were so fucked. He laughed, a nervous one, remember, saving a princess, chased by orcs, not by guards from your home country, ORCS!

The thought made him run faster...but how much longer until he couldn't keep it up? Adrenaline only lasts so long, and farm boy was hungry. He didn't even know if he could escape, but he damn well was going to try, and take her with him, two birds with one stone, keep his promise to free her AND be out of the town, ingenious or idiotic.

The guards were in panic, they were chasing so hard from the opposite direction, that they left the actual doors practically unguarded, now they were chasing people on the streets! All because of some stupid cat!

What the heck was even happening!? She had been in bad situations but this one was just insane. And they were outside before she knew it, her mind in a tangle before she protested, "W-wait .. but Jack!"

As if on cue, the tomcat could be seen racing down an alley way and out of sight.  Oh thank the Gods, the cat got out. With that weight lifted, they still had their own problems to contend with as Missendria peered up towards the guard house they were running from.

"G..Godfrey,  what are you doing? Put me down!" How could he sustain a run like this!? The poor farmboy would surely pass out if he kept this up! And now the two would be seen as criminals for sure. Had she just been a part of ruining Farmboy's hopes and dreams?

Godfrey was not feeling so hot, in fact, he was feeling starved. He didn't have to skip meals once, always having hunting if the fields and farm animals wasn't working out, heck, he probably had 4 or 5 meals a day if he got lucky and food was plentiful. Made him strong as an ox...until he was out of it. Sure, he could starve, meaning, a potato for breakfast or simply chewing on some grain, but it was still something, not, nothing at all.

His vision was starting to act funky, uh oh, sounds were being weird, like quite or like he was under water...was that a bad sign? He faintly heard Jack, he barely caught sight of the cat before going to follow. He heard cats got good hiding spots. He kept turning down the narrow ways, god why did she have to struggle?

They eventually arrived in a clearing, the guards lost sight of them, buildings looking abandoned all about as he stumbled forward, oh, he may have been done. He kept stumbling towards an old ware house looking building  before Godfrey quite literally stumbled with both her and him through it, down a slide ment for some wheat.

The contraption groaned at the sudden weight as both would go flying, Godfrey  moving himself to act as a shield with one final burst of strength as he hit a bucket, the bucket turning in the air, snapping off some rope to send them hurling into some corner, which Godfrey hit the ground first with a grunt before finally lossing his grip and laying there in the dark.

When the eyes adjusted, they would be under some shelving in the corner of some decrepit warehouse long since under used, a trail of broken machinery behind him with dust in the air, miraculously though, the window he went through was already broken in, who knows if anyone was still in there, but they were tightly packed away thanks to their ram shackled amusement park ride.

Godfrey simply layed there, slowly breathing, sweating like he was in the desert, utterly exhausted and hungry. Not even looking about before going to speak softly "Ya ok?" he would ask, gotta check on his charge, all heroes do that, even if the world is spinning and he wanted to chuck...damn this sucked.

The guards were in the clearing in the moment, looking about sending people to search building and run down the ally way, some peering inside, searching about, causing anyone homeless and dastardly sorts to start running starting multiple separate chases in the dark, at least the two had peace for now.

She should have jumped off of his shoulders. But instead, She was stuck overtop of his shoulders as he continued to charge like an elephant.

"G...Godfrey! Where are we going- GODFREY!"

Before she knew it, the pair tumbled into a wild ride, she falling against his form when he curled around her as a shield and she, instinctively clung to him as the world tumbled around them.

When the pair finally spilled out into some portion of an abandoned mill house, it seemed, she was dizzy from the ride and lay there for a moment, awkwardly sprawled against her partner in crime while the room slowed it's spinning.

She felt a bit ill, and waited for the nausea to subside before she peeled herself off of Godfrey with a groan. But she immediately noted his distress and she was quick to his side shaking his shoulder lightly.

"Farm boy!?" She began to look him over worriedly, for any wounds and then at his face, his eyes, in case he had hit his head. "Farm boy, you better speak to me if you're okay.."

Because she wouldn't be okay. The crazy Farm boy may have very well just saved her life.

"Come on," She gently shook him again, words more desperate and urgent. "Farm boy?"

He lay there panting, he blinked slowly, he was so hungry, he could probably have second breakfast today.

He felt a weight lift off of him, slightly, wait weight? Oh yeah, city girl who he was pretending was a princess who was escaping from orcs. Alas, too good to be true.

She started to speak as he gave a thumbs up, he was bruised and battered, used to a tumble, he was just really, really, hungry, he could be injured, but his gut was actively rebelling even against injuries.

"Two words, need food." he said, his stomach growling on que, he tilted his head to look at her, smiling

"And we're out! Even on the same day." he said before putting his head down again, he was so fucking hungry. He refused to move, utterly exhausted, the room still spinning, and still wanting to hurl. His limbs hurt and he ached...BUT, he did save her, he did it. This would be his first saving of a maiden ever! He'll just have to cut off that it was from prison cause her dire cat attacked a guard and she freaked out...and that she wasn't a princess, or round (thank the gods for the last one, he'll need to get stronger if he actually goes to save a princess, cause they may have not of made it if she was heavier, put that on the to do list).

After a few moments he slowly turned over on too his belly, then on too his butt, then just sat there before speaking again.

"I don't think I'm going to make it any further with out food." he said his breath slightly recovered as he rubbed at his arms, he was starting to feel his back now, he was going to pretend that it wasn't on fire for the moment.

She couldn't help herself and smiled at him.
"So.. after a daring rescue like that you're just wanting some food?" She tossed her head back in a genuine laugh. "You know.." she went on playfully,  "Most men atleast ask for a kiss." It was actually refreshing he wasn't some typical man just after what's underneath her skirts.

"But I suppose," She went on, playfully,  wild blond hair having fallen over one of her eyes as she looked at him. "You would be deserving of a feast for such heorics."

Even though she was joking, her demeanor softened a bit more seriously as she observed him and suddenly kissed his cheek lightly before pulling away.

"I suppose owing you a meal is the least I can do." She paused, cheeks a little pink before she recomposed herself. "Thank you." Her eyes glittered, serious. "I.. doubt most men.." she went on, swiping her messy locks away from her face. "Would try to save the damsel and her beast."

Sat there panting until she mentioned food and gave her a look and nodded "Yes! Food is amazing, thats whats wrong with you city people?" He said in utter shock she wasn't starving her self, city people were so weird. His eyes went up at kiss, people actually ask for that? Well, damn, he wouldn't reject one...but seems wrong? Let me save you to get a kiss? That isn't heroic, thats lecherous.

He shook his head with a tiny chuckle before glancing as she began to speak again, laughing slightly louder "Aye, ya should join in, feasts are ment to be shared." he said  breathing out another breath of relief, glancing over again, so very pretty she was, he looked down again to recover his breath, thats when he was kissed and he stopped breathing as Godfrey.exe stopped working. Even his stomach that was about to growl stopped.

What just happened? Did he get kissed? FUCK YES! Missions accomplished, classic hero reward achieved. He blushed red and looked further down before she began to speak again, he looked back up with a nod.

"Of course...you seemed to really care for the wee beastie, though, I'm sorry to say, I hope I never have to try and save a cat that large and angry again." he said with a grin before his smile fell and he got serious himself.

"I plan to leave this city...come with me, I plan to explore the world, as I already said, be a hero, and no hero can be a hero with out friends." he said awkwardly, like a kid inviting a friend over for the first time as he coughed before continuing "Ummm, I don't think yar a bad person, I think yar a kind person who got caught up in things, you have skills that...I don't have, and you'll actually have some food in ya." he said with a tiny laugh, this was so awkward, he had this heroic speech planned out to get friends...instead he might as well been a little kid asking for a friend.

He stampered as he continued on "E-even if ya don't want to come with me, please leave, I-I know ya can live a better live then this, ya don't deserve a life like this, I could give ya directions to me village? At least ya wouldn't be under some robber barons thumb, and far enough away from the city, good folk down thar." he said before nodding before looking at her with a chuckle "Also not like most men, I'm a farmer." he said with a laugh at his own joke, anything to end the awkwardness that he just self inflicted.

She laughed, another genuine sound when he told her, in truth, about not desiring another go with the street cat. But then she went quiet as he went on, urging her to come with.

Oh how easy it could be to just say yes and run away with the farm boy. But the itching reminder if her debt cemented her head in reality. Isn't that what damsels did after a rescue? Join up with their hero or some other such nonsense?

She smiled, albeit a sad one, as she shook her head.

"I'm afraid I can't just... go," she said, hoping she still held an indifferent tongue about it,  even if her eyes shined with sone sadness. She also had Jack to consider,  and her debt.. it wasn't something she'd dare run away from.

"But it's kind of you to presume I'd even be useful." Her playful, even a little sultry, smile had returned.  She needed to settle back into her street self anyway. And after sge found a way to treat him to a meal, the man no doubt would be on his way.  She thought over the idea and grinned smugly.

"Do you like steak?"

Would smile at her laugh, she needed to do that more. His smile didn't really drop, as much as his face went empty at her decision. Like surprise but, a sad kind of surprise. Why choose to stay here? What kept her here. He saw the sadness in her eyes, something did, something kept her here.

He looked away in thought, he made a promise, one year, he would be back in a year to free her and others from this robber baron, one year. One year to get stronger, one year to be smarter, one year to know enough to fight a tyrant few have seen.

He looked back, his smile back to full "One year, I'll be back in one year as promised, and aye, who nay doesn't like steak?" he says with a nod, one year, one year. He stood up slowly, brushing himself off, one year. He would finish his task in one year. Just one year.

Beside his smile, his face was hardened, like someone with a task, a task long in the making, a most unusual look, one that matched his face as he talked about being a hero, that same level of stubborness as he cleaned himself off.

One year? She raised a single brow at that before shaking her head.
"You've never been outside of your farm, have you?" She smirked though,  even if still sad, there was some amusement in her tone. "The world is far bigger than the farm, this town, even the whole country, Farm boy. But don't worry.." she rest a hand gently upon his shoulder to reassure him, because she clearly thought he didn't know better. "It's okay if you come back later than a year."
Or at all... who knew what a year or two could bring. For him and well.. for her.

"Now about this steak.." she went on, expression turning coy. "The butcher owes me a favor. I'm sure we could even select our own cut."

She dusted herself off, beginning to fuss over her appearance now, using a hand to comb and tame at her lengthy blond hair. She might as well try to look presentable.  Then she peered over at Godfrey with a knowing little smirk, one she normally reserves to tease men in a follow me expression as she moved towards a door.

He nodded with a grin

"First place I been! Aye, I have to agree, them cities be large...eh? I will be back in a year, its a promise, I told ya already." he said chuckling putting is hand on her shoulder as she does to him with a broad grin before drooling at the sound of 'steak'

"Yes." is all he says and nods, and he was already following, a kiss and a steak?! Truely a hero's reward for the adventure they had. He didn't even need the smile, the promise of food was all he needed.

He thought of what other adventures he would have, what other things would he see, she wasn't wrong, the world was VAST, much bigger then he probably thought. How many others things would he see? What tales would he bring back, would he even make it back in a year? It made him wonder, and smile, that this was just a start to an amazing, wonderful, fantastical story, of adventure.

He exited the building, feeling, ALIVE, free! Even invigored with food! Then, just then, he heard a voice and clash of metal

"Look! Over there! You two! Halt! In the name of the LAW!" as two guards charged in a cumbersome manner towards the two, grins on their faces, they have them now.

Godfrey, wide eyed, yelled

"Split"

And took off, damn guards making hi-

HIS FUCKING STEAK! He began to sob as he ran, hoping that the guards decided to chase him, and not Missendria. He was missing his sword, he had no food, he had no steak. Why, why this have to happen, all he wanted was to sit down, and have a 84 oz steak with a nice gold reward and bards to sing his name with some plump fattened princess to squeeze, but NOOOOOOOOOOO, he was running from some guards, missing a sword, now a criminal and escaped convict, and, AND, most importantly, he was fucking hungry.


He sobbed harder as he tripped over a barrel into another barrel  which promptly began to roll, making him bump all over the place, down the alley way, into a street, bumping all over the place, asking why he decided to leave his country home to do something so stupid, always going back to running away  to follow a dream and doing what he thought was right before yelling frustration as the barrel hit a ramp, went flying  directly out of the city.

"WHY! All I WANTED WAS STEA-"

and he was gone with a large crash of a barrel and splash of water,  leaving the city in a dramatic manner...with out his steak.