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With Tancred beside him and something to do, the night seemed a lot brighter.
"You know," Joram began as the two armoured men walked through the forest of giant man-made toadstools, "I could get used to this adventuring life again. Helping the helpless, protecting the.. protectionless... pricing the priceless, uhm, licing, ehr, well, and so on. It feels good to be doing something, well, useful."
The figure beside him emitted a hollow, metallic sound Joram thought passed for agreeance.
They walked in silence a while, Joram remembering the knightly vows he had taken and how life in his father's court had prevented him living by most of them. In darker moods he would have wondered if perhaps people didn't really care about vows and honour anymore, if it wasn't just the ceremony that counted these days. Not tonight. This time he brought his mind back to the mission, no, quest, at hand before it could drift down those paths.
"Tancred?"
Again that sound coming from within the pothelm.
"If your friend is poisoned, should we perhaps try running?"
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