Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170312190004/@comment-31049256-20170322025716

"Or it could be a perfect place to set up an ambush. I used to fish there with my grandfather and know the place better than they could possibly know." Garrett then looks to Baku, "We'll send word when we need a capture wagons boss."

Baku nods, "Ya be careful out there, boy. Make sure y'all all come back safe."

Garrett walks away, giving a confirmation gesture as he walks out of the castle.

[Meanwhile...]

Head Scout Blaine takes a breath before pushing open the tent flap

"Sir, I'm afraid we've lost a scout." She says.

Just opposite her sits Lord Arden, chosen one of the Elder Chief God, though he hardly carries himself like a chosen hero. He sits sunken into his chair, his auburn hair a mess of unruly waves that flows around his face that seems to gave missed its morning shave. He twirls a glass of brandy as he smiles, looking into the fire.

"That's hardly surprising," he says calmly, his deep alluring voice seemingly massaging her ears, "the Hound is guarding the yard at the moment. Not to mention the Lion of Mildeguarde rolled his rather large posterior there as well."

She looks to him astonished, "F-forgive me my Lord, but if you knew this why have us scout the city?"

"The answer to that is simple my dear," Lord Arden says as he stands, "What better way to grow our army than to eliminate the competition?"

"You...mean to have the hound slaughter Percival's men?!" She asks harshly.

"Ah, quite the sharp one you are, dear Blaine." He replies unfazed, "You do, however, miss a very important fact. With the Vantulos Band so close I doubt a single life will be lost. That simple fact is what makes this little game so predictable to play." He ends with a flourish of his arms and a disappointed expression.

He then motions to her right, and she turns to see a soldier in prayer, "Once he finishes his communion with the Elder, send him to Percival's group with haste would you?"

She salutes, {What kind of hero is this man?}