The group slips away from Vordegern’s warehouse under the bright mid-morning sun, its rays casting long shadows as they weave through the alleyways. Alexis casts a quick glance over his shoulder, then leans in to Rask.
“You looked… surprised when you saw that Cedric Ironjaw character.” His voice carries a hint of curiosity, as though he’s fishing for a story.
Rask grunts a bit sadly.
“I thought I was the only survivor of the Night of Fire and Blood.”
Rask pauses.
“Chaos… we turned on each other, on everyone around us. Choas and death everywhere…”
“Honestly, I don’t remember leaving the… battle…”
“Corpral Ironjaw, Cedric, was part of my team. He was, is, a pain in the ass. He… is insubordinate, obstinant, and obnoxious. I shouldn’t be too surprised that it was him that found me I suppose, he has always had a talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time…”
“Like when we found out Ursill had become enchanted by Ole and turned against Aegir. We had managed to capture the rebel scum in spite of all their dark magicks and were headed to Middlebar… Ole, Torr, Nock and the others had been left in Ursill’s custody… Anyhow, Cedric’s first reaction was to joke about Ursill and Torr polishing each others swords… The greatest general of Aegir, turned to the rebels’ cause and the bastard makes dick jokes…”
“Hm. Okay.”
“And who is Lieutenant Cain?”
“Serg… wait, Did Ironjaw say ‘Lieutenant’ Kaelen? Kaelen was a close comrade, Gus reminds me of Kaelen a little bit, Kaelen was more postive than Gustav, but loyal like Gustav. Lietenant Kaelen? Is that right? Cedric threw me off to be honest, that fucking guy…”
“I really wasn’t expecting to see him ever again.”
Alexis gives a hint of a shrug “that must be him. Hopefully he finds us next time rather than Ironjaw.”