Monday, August 22, 2011
Talk around the Fire
"Hail, Chadwick, it's just me, Bordane," said the figure, stepping closer to show his face.
Chadwick grimaced, the young Agundar was not a favorite of his. Well trained with a sword, he would admit, and Bordane would never let anyone forget it. However, he'd changed since their escape from the Cult...
"No relief from the heat, it seems," said Bordane, his voice low so as not to carry.
"Get on with it, why aren't you asleep with the others?" Chadwick asked, eyeing the young man out of the corner of his eye.
Smiling a slight smile, Bordane nodded to himself and said "I feel your hate."
"What? What're you talking about now?" Chadwick asked, confused by the cryptic utterance.
Chadwick closed his eyes, and asked, "Is there a point to all this, Bordane?"
The young man made a noise he hadn't made in months, a wry chuckle. "Just wanted you to know I understand, and approve. Feed the fire, my brother in arms."
With that, Bordane turned and walked back to the camp and Chadwick was left with new, troubling thoughts.