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This is a new idea I'd like to have various times during our main RPs. The idea for these 'campfire' topics is for people to post quick, short posts that are primarily dialogue between your character and other people's characters. This will give you a chance to have your character interact with other people more and strengthen bonds.

This topic will not be open for very long, closing on Saturday at the latest.





The group continued on their route with relative ease. They did not encounter any other bandits, though the last remarks of the bandit boss still hovered over their shoulders, uncertain of what it could mean.

It was around sundown that they arrived at the rendezvous point, where they were to unite with Songhua's troops, but there was no sight of them. Lance, leader of Cloak, who had been sent ahead, appeared and informed that there had been no sign of any of them, meaning they had not yet been there. Somehow, despite their delay, the Learanians had arrived before their Adlian allies.

With the light of day gone, they had no choice but to stop for the night anyway, so the group went ahead and set up camp, hoping that their allies would arrive in the morning. The soldiers, sentrians and guild members sat around campfires, eating, telling stories, and singing, while the vice captain sat off to the side by a fire of his own. They all knew war was soon to come and they had to enjoy their moments of peace while they had them.

Velkan sat near Amir. He'd stuck to the back of the fighting, defending the healers with a few of those Sentrian mercanaries... well more accurately standing around scared shitless wishing he were somewhere else. Did all battles have so much blood? When the boss had stumbled past his group, he'd jumped backwards to frightened to even transform, the mercenary standing beside Velkan had ended up driving a sword right through the enemy leader. Velkan sighed quietly to himself at the memory, wishing he could have been as brave as that guy.

Velkan had stuck Amir's side ever since, some Cloak member he was, hiding behind a member of a different mercenary group...

The cat let one hand rise to the harmonica dangling about his neck and fingered it nervously as the silence around the campfire began to border on plain awkward.

Roy didn't contribute much to the events at the bandit fort. While the others were gung-ho to see who could get bragging rights by killing the bandit leader, he focused on the small fry. That was why it didn't look like he did much. Because no one cares about the little guy. They found someone Cloak, the mercenary organization currently traveling with them, was looking for. Aside from that, there were also some prisoners that they had found. One of which happened to be a friend of Rath's from Elibe, meaning it might have been someone his father knew as well.

The young lord poked at the fire with a stick to keep the flames healthy. It seemed like everyone was keeping to themselves. Were they tired from today's battle and march or something?

For a good while, Amon sat in silence, allowing his companion to lean on him as they both recuperated. Out of the corner of his eye, he shot a glance at Velkan. He didn't know if it was out of shyness or not, but the catman had been tailing Amir since the beginning of the attack on the bandit fortress. No matter the reasons, he would keep an eye on him, without restraining any interaction. This was a communal event, and everyone was allowed to speak. Amon knew his place.

He would have time to think on that later. Their Fire Dragon companion had joined their side of the campfire. After a tangible second of hesitation, Amon returned the kind gesture and shook FD's hand.

"I am Amon, and this is my companion, Ramla." He bowed his head slightly at his own introduction, and gestured towards Ramla in turn."I have many questions for you as well, FD, but it is only proper that we answer yours first, I suppose."

"The desert is harsh." He answered bluntly. "It is too large to know in its entirety, especially during these times. There are remains left behind of those who once lived there, abandoned settlements, dry oases, more still remains hidden in the sand." He only knew of what the Sentrian settlements past had been like through stories, many from his own family. The occasional patrol and trek into the desert revealed their fair shares of lifeless ruin to give them substance. If you have any specific questions, we will answer them to the best of our ability."

Hm?

Roy glanced up from poking the flames to find a nervous female archer speaking to no one in particular around the campfire. He didn't recognize her (then again, it wasn't like he knew everyone. He just happened to know a lot of people), so it was possible that she was the one of the prisoners they found. He gave her a warm smile before patting the spot next to him on the ground. "Sure, come on over." the young lord said cheerfully.

"I'm Roy." he introduced himself. "I'd be nervous too if this was my first time meeting a lot of people all of a sudden. Everything will come naturally, so just take it easy."

Rath glanced over at Wil, when he approached and spoke to him. The vice captain was unused to anybody besides his daughter asking to sit with him when they were at camp. Rath looked down at the bit of soil that was clearly not occupied by any body, and then back up at Wil. "...No." he responded, as he looked back at the fire.

"He's changed," Wil thought to himself. Then again, so had he, it had been ten or more years since the last time the two men had seen each other. The archer offered the back of Rath's head a sad smile as he sat down.

The two men sat in silence before Wil broke it.

"I... I heard about Lyn... I'm sorry Rath."