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[Praefectus Screptum]

"Why is that? Do not you like the smell of death?"

[Gamerboy4life]

"Not everyone enjoys death, Tantallos." Seyena said as she looked about the battlefield, before climbing aboard her Pegasus.

[Sirus]

Gregor muttered to himself.

: That shaman in Fezzan, and Tantallos too...is this just how shamans are?

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Not everyone enjoys death, Tantallos." Seyena said as she looked about the battlefield, before climbing aboard her Pegasus.

"True, true, but you know why I do that."

[Blade Master Model 42]

"Thank goodness that's over. Maybe now we can get paid." Valor muttered irritably, climbing into the back of Anja's wagon.

[Haspen]

"Let's be on our way. Hyah!" Anja smacked her horses with the reins and the mercenary band continued it's journey toward Kesselring.

~~Chapter 4: The Shadows of War~~

The journey to Kesselring is almost complete.
One full day passed before the group managed to get to the Kesselring forest.
It seems that the end of the mercenaries' mission is just few minutes away.
Fate, however, have something else planned for them...

The wagon rolled into the Kesselring Forest, on the road the mercenaries recognized easily - soon they recognized the very spot in which they battled Arinne's thugs. A large pile of ground marked the mass grave into which the fallen criminals were interred by the Kesselring troops.

The forest was very quiet, though. Birds weren't singing, and the dark clouds above threatened to cast rain upon the returning mercenaries.

As the wagon rolled, the monotonous sound of the wheels soon was joined by some other, stranger noise. After a while longer, Anja stopped her wagon and they could hear the other noise better now:

It was gallop of a single horse.

[Sirus]

: "Now what? If this is another messenger, please don't tackle him Chris."

[Praefectus Screptum]

"I doubt he is going to, Adrien was the crazy one always forcing others to do things his way."

[Sirus]

: "...You're right. Sorry Chris, I'm in a bad mood. I just want this over with."

[Blade Master Model 42]

"Your foul mood is excused Gregor, I find myself in a similar state."

[Haspen]

The gallop intensified in the volume for a while, and then, a rider ran from around of the corner. He wore Kesselring armor, but he looked battered, his helmet was amiss, and there were even burn marks on hist chestpiece.

"Re.. Reinforcements! I must get... reinforcements!" He yelled at the mercenaries, his horse going onto hind legs because the way was blocked. With a loud groan, the cavalier fell onto his back and breathed deeply as the horse ran away.

"I must warn!... Reinforcements!" The cavalier shouted, waving his right hand at the sky, seemingly he was in shock or something. Gregor, again, recognized the man; the red-haired knight was Eliwood himself, cousin of Captain Torres.

[Blade Master Model 42]

Valor held his face in one hand. "We better get paid extra for this. Sometimes I miss that bodyguard job."

[freeformschooler]

: "Ami, he looks hurt! Could you heal him?"

[Sirus]

Gregor ran over to the stricken cavalier, beckoning Ami along with him.

: "Milord Eliwood! What's going on? Ami, help him!"

[Praefectus Screptum]

Pulls his hood back to cover his face and shakes his head a bit.
 
"I doubt we are going to get paid so soon."