Veru lauighed within his mind. A rich, boisterous laugh that would have rolled from his tongue, had it existed outside of his mind and the thoughts he shared with Serai.
Let the poor fool pass, he must think I require him to change my dressing. You would think these men would have a higher expectation of riders.
Serai, who stood guard outside the wide alcove that served as a chamber for her wounded rider gave a great snort, releasing a plume of smoke toward the physician who stood plaintively before her. She sidled to the left, allowing the terrified man to access Veru.
"Sir you appear much better than I had...anticipated." The man mumbled, clutching at the bandages he brought, which appeared now to be pointless.
Veru waived it off, though he barely moved from his reclining position. "It is the way of magic, I can draw upon my reserves without fear, as long as I pace myself. Once the initial threat had passed, there was little danger."
The man bowed. He wore long sweeping robes and brown tresses, and for an instant Veru thought there was a smirk on his face, but it dissappeared without a trace, almost as if he had imagined it. "My Lord Rider's powers astound. Is there a matter in which a servant may be of assitance?"
Veru paused, wondering whether to follow up on this man's suspicious character. In a moment of curiousity he probed the servant's mind, only to come up against walls as hard as iron. Rather than probe harder and risk discovery, he let the matter drop. Three arrows to the back might be enough to breed disquiet, but it was certainly no excuse for discourtesy.
"I was informed there was a cache of eggs headed from Dras-Leona to Du Weldenvarden, is this the case?"
The servant seemed surprised at Veru's knowledge, "There is...my lord."
"Very well, inform whoever is in charge of the cache's security that it shall not depart without the security that only a rider can provide, the security that only I can provide."
"My lord..." The servant began to object.
"No, those are my orders, go." Veru finished. He was tired of this man, he did not trust him enough to endure another moment of his company. Serai agreed, and gave a loud snort, scraping the stone floor of the sanctuary with her claws.
The servant scurried away.
This will not do, the eggs are in danger. We must find an ally who is beyond whatever threat is looming, an ally unallied with the Riders and thus beyond the corruption I fear may take root in their ranks. Veru opined.
Indeed Grumbled Serai, eyeing the servant as he scuttled away, as a hawk might eye a squirrel.
*Just double checking, the egg train is heading from dras-leona to du weldenvarden, right?*
She's more worried about the safety of the people/eggs then any sort of protocol. Ie- You can trust her.*
