The servant who talked confirmed Genevieve’s corruption, he spoke of crimes that sounded more like the actions of a psychopath rather than the Genevieve Ionathan thought he knew. Thanking the man with a few coins for his trouble the guardsman now tried to get the servants to go home. While some moved off in different directions, others just stood in the same spot staring into the distance, their eyes glazed other. He had experience of this before during his army days and sometimes he himself suffer from this when remembering some of his brutal past.

Deciding it was best for them to recover of their own accord rather than attempt to get them to snap out of their trance. Ionathan now slung the pack onto his back and carried his helmet under his arm, water dripping of its visor. Walking over, Ionathan joined the group and listened to the various group members that were talking. Always the reserved type he preferred to listen and observe rather than butting into a convocation.

“I’ve been stuck with this war for 25 years”

That single sentence sent feelings of guilt into his thoughts, After the Happening at Waeldeshore Ionathan went from a rank and file guardsman to a folk hero while some of the others who had had a larger role were side-lined. While he was always uncomfortable with the popularity he never tried to pull away from it. He decided to go with the crowed because the people of Waeldeshore needed a hero that they could relate to, not one with super human abilities or from a distant land, but one of their own, who they could look at and see themselves. Because of this he accepted this title of Sir, he accepted the honours and popularity that was given, and while the nobles were toasting his name and calling him “Waeldeshores finest” Isabeau was out fighting the real threat, facing unknown amount of horrors. 

Ionathan would return home from his duties to a loving wife and a warm fire, oblivious and arrogant to the idea that the Happening had not ended the threat of chaos.

He felt the need to finish what he had waded into 25 years ago, but first, he wanted to go to bed. 
"We should probably cease our idleness; we have no further business being here."

With a nod Ionathan agreed with the Sakaala who was now carrying Regina in her pack which he found to be a mixture of confusing, unexpected and cute.

“I agree. My friends I have both coin and the urge for a bed, how about we find a nice tavern to rest in. We can argue and insult each other tomorrow morning over a nice bowl of porridge but now we rest.”


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