DeLeon de liar

Fortu was impressed by Urdurels guards as they efficiently loaded the six large gourds onto the back of the wagon, there was none of the slovenly manner he was used to from Briadafels guards. The wagon master 'Cookie' directed everything in a competent way that made him feel positive for the next leg of their journey.

Provisions were ample and the guard Ringo, who would be coming with them, mentioned that there would be towns and known stop offs along the way. Preparations were complete, the sturdy dwarf Banaal was mumbling something to his mule. Liga Bur, since his sojourn with the druid Thornburg not so dour, was fussing with the trusty Mir Hunder. Fortu himself had taken to slipping his faithful Maurice a treat daily.

As Ringo called to Cookie to move out and the wagon creaked into motion, Fortu glanced around. 'wait up, we are missing some bodies. Where are Henshaw and the boys?'

It seemed that if Ringo could vanish he would have 'er they will not be coming with us, they have been re-assigned. We were told by Capt Deleon to move on without them.'

Fortu wondering how their henchmen could be re-assigned without his knowledge, dismounted and rounded on the obviously worried guard. Liga Bur edge forward 'I think you'd best get your Captain down here, now'

Pleased to have any other option than to meet Fortu's menacing black armoured form he leaped down and rushed off. Leaving Fortu to pace beside the wagon - 'kill him'

Capt. Deleon was down in a moment, exiting the barracks head high and back ramrod straight his uniform pristine and sharp. His armour gleamed in the early morning sun, the sword at his waist looked well used and deadly. His eyes skirted over the obviously aggressive Fortu to lock with Liga Bur.

Fortu felt like a red haze had been cast over his eyes, a low base hum ringing in his ears as Liga Bur and Deleon spoke. - 'sanctimonious prick, kill him' Unconsciously he braced himself balance shifting slightly and his grip easing towards the hilt of 'awesome'. Liga Bur either saw or sensed the motion, recognising Fortu's preparations from previous battles and spoke louder and possibly more urgently to the Capt. - 'he doesn't respect you kill him' What actually passed between them all was mostly lost on Fortu, the gist he caught was that Capt. Deleon had sent Henshaw and the two others away, he hadn't been upfront about it as he worried about Fortu and his friends reactions. The Capt. blustered about what was best for them and the mission and anyway it was too late as they were already gone. 'he treats you like a servant, worse a slave as if he owns you kill him' Taking a step forward he is distracted by a small worried gasp and instead of drawing sword he spat into the dust at the feet of Deleon 'no kill the shit he deserves it' Turning away sharply, back to Deleon, he contemptuously walked away seething at the thought that still people were controlling him, leading his actions. 'return kill him, kill them all'