Brian Pratt - The unsuspecting mage

“He did seem rather capable,” Miko joins in. “Didn’t seem the sort to waste any time.”

“That sounds like him,” Sergeant Mindol agrees. Nodding to the ladies, he says, “I just wanted to know who the newcomers were, I must go and see to my men, if you will excuse me?”

“Of course, Sergeant,” Shawna replies.

Sergeant Mindol turns and walks back over to his men, making sure everything is as it’s suppose to be.

Watching him go, Shawna says, “I am glad that Captain Varos could spare him and his men. It makes me feel so much safer, especially since all of our guards were killed.”

“I am sure we will see you safely to Trademeet,” Rylin assures. He looks to James for his agreement but he is unable to give it.

“I’m afraid that Miko and I must continue our journey in the morning,” James explains. “You shouldn’t have any troubles now that you have a professional armed guard escorting you.”

“Yes,” Sheila interjects as she takes Rylin’s arm, “I am sure we have all the protection my mother and I could want.” She lays her head on his shoulder.

Rylin looks a little uncomfortable at the attention, but not altogether unhappy with it either.

Shawna’s face turns dark as she looks at the way her daughter is acting. She says crisply, “Sheila, go and start dinner for us please.”

Lifting her head off Rylin’s shoulder, she replies, “Yes mother.” She gives Rylin’s arm one last squeeze before going over to the wagon and starts gathering together the items she will need in order to prepare dinner.

Looking a little embarrassed, Rylin says, “I should go and check on the horses, make sure they will be alright during the night.” With a slight nod to Shawna, he turns and heads over to where the horses are picketed.

Stepping closer to Shawna, James says, “I take it you don’t approve of what is developing between Rylin and your daughter?”

Giving James a sharp glance which seems to say ‘It’s none of your business’, she says, “I don’t think a hired guard is a suitable match for my daughter, no.”

“What would be?” James asks. Seeing her expression darken, James hurriedly continues, “I mean, Rylin has already proven he would lay his life down for your daughter. Any other man you couldn’t be sure if his words of love are for her or her money.”

Her expression softens slightly as she begins to consider his words. “Rylin would always be there for her and she for him. You’ve seen them together, he loves her and she him. There can be no better foundation for a relationship than that.”

“Maybe,” she says, “but what kind of life is it to be married to a man like that? She should be married to a noble, so she can have servants to make her days easier for her than mine have been for me.”

“Would you have wanted an easier life if it meant not having been with your husband?” he asks her.

Smiling a sad smile, she answers, “No, I wouldn’t.” Chuckling a little she adds, “In fact, my mother was dead set against me marrying him, but I was in love.” Sighing a little, she continues, “We snuck out one night and got married in the next town.”

“Oh, you should have heard my father erupt when he found out what I had done,” she says with a wistful laugh. “We stood our ground and after awhile, they came to understand that we were meant for each other.”

He motions over to the campfire that Sheila has built, “It looks like she’s her mother’s daughter.”

Shawna turns and discovers that Rylin has found his way over to where Sheila is preparing the meal. He sits not far from her sharpening his sword while she slices vegetables for the stew pot. Sheila has a smile, a glow about her that only being near the one you love can bring. Miko found his way over there as well, trying to engage them in conversation, but is being completely ignored.

As she turns toward James, he can see that she now has a look of understanding, “It won’t be easy for them, especially her.”

“Since you will always need guards for you caravans,” James explains, “make him the lead guard and you’ll always have him near. She wouldn’t have to worry about what he is doing, or if he’s getting hurt.”

“Perhaps you are right,” she concedes and then makes her way over to the campfire.

Miko comes over to James and says, “No one is paying me any attention over there.”

James continues to look at Sheila and Rylin as he says to Miko, “They only have eyes for each other.”

“Why don’t we travel with them all the way into Trademeet?” Miko asks him.

“It’ll take too long. Besides, I want to find that temple quickly,” he explains. “There’s a war over there and if it should move north, I would like to be done with what I need to do before it gets there.”

Nodding, Miko says, “I hope we can find it fast.”

“So do I,” agrees James, “so do I.” He then goes over and joins the others by the fire.

After supper, they settle down around the campfire, Rylin and Sheila sit together, sharing a blanket. Shawna’s gaze is no longer one of disapproval, but a wistful one, remembering when she was young and in love with her man.

A strumming of a musical instrument from the soldiers’ area reaches them through the night. They decide that an evening of music would be exactly what they all needed, so they make their way over and join them. They find that one of the soldiers has a mandolin like instrument, upon which he is playing a quick, lively tune. He accompanies it with a deep bass voice, not nearly the caliber of Perrilin’s, but still pleasant to hear. The soldiers make room for them and they spend the rest of the evening listening to the music and socializing with each other.

In the morning after breakfast, James and Miko say their goodbyes and head down the road.

James and Miko make good time as the terrain continues to be primarily flat plains. After the first hour, the land becomes increasingly more cultivated, with the occasional farms and orchards lining the road. Farmers are out in the fields working their crops, some wave a friendly greeting to them as they pass, though most simply ignore them.

A little before midday, a town of some size appears out of the horizon further down the road. As they continue toward it, James spies an orchard of fruit trees abutting the road ahead. A family of three generations is working hard harvesting its fruit, baskets already filled with the reddish-yellow fruit are stacked on a nearby mule drawn wagon. James slows and leaves the road to approach them.

As he nears, the family quickly takes notice of his approach but continues to gather their fruit, except for an older gentleman who must be the farmer’s father, that walks over to greet him.

“Good day to you sirs,” the old man says in a friendly manner.

“A good day to you too,” James replies. “I was wondering if you could tell me the name of the town that is up the road,” he asks pointing to the town on the horizon.

“That is Lornigan,” the man explains, “the agricultural center for this area.” He eyes James and Miko warily but relaxes somewhat when all they seem to want is information. The family behind him, though they cast repeated glances their way, continues harvesting.

“Lornigan?” questions James. When the old man nods, he says, “Thank you.”

“Any time good sirs.”

“I don’t suppose you would part with some of your fruit?” James asks. “Maybe just four or five?”

The man’s face broadens into a smile and he says, “Of course sir, it’ll be only a copper.” While James digs a copper out of his pouch, the man goes over to the wagon and picks out six of the fruits. He then brings them back to James and hands them over as he takes the copper.