[i][color=red]"These are really bitter, but it should quench your thirst and hunger. It's not much, but consider it an investment."[/color][/i]

[indent]Very much like life, those berries were. Bitter to the taste, but they sustained your life. I envied his luck.

Tracking the knight hadn't been difficult. Surviving the trail had been. He had never stopped, not once in the week or so that I'd been following him. No time to forage or scavenge or even rest. But he'd been slowing, until now, where he was completely stopped, finally giving me a chance to rest my weary legs. I took a seat nearby, not wanting to be a part of the socialising just yet, and I took a sip from my waterskin and ate a bit of the dried meat I had with me. The rest was worth it; my legs and feet were killin' me and I needed a sit down. Not wanting to be part of that...group though, I crept a little closer and took a seat nearby, out of sight behind a tree, though I could see them perfectly fine.

We'd been walking for days on end. No more killing or anything else, just walking. I could barely see past the darkness that shrouded the tree-tops but I assumed we were on some sort of trail heading somewhere nightmarish in descent or nature. Several times I heard a light crackle of branches or leaves in the gloom, but I paid them no mind. Hopefully the things that lurked in the dark saw the knight as a bigger snack than poor scrawny ol' me. I was just a stick with no meat on. Not tasty at all. Besides, I would never, ever go out without a fight. Not by a long shot. All I wanted to know now was if the knight, and by extension that other weird man that had just shown up, were hostile, and I couldn't possibly determine that by sitting here. Counter-intuitive, my brain was.
Suddenly a woman appeared, offering even more help to the fallen knight. What was this? A party? All we needed was some musicians and an idiot to laugh at.[/indent]                                                                                                  [sub][sub]like you[/sub][/sub]
[indent]Oh fine.

I stood, bells in my hat and on my shoes jingling away softly, and advanced slowly towards the trio of weirdos. One hand of mine rested on the hilt of my sickle, the other free and easy as I made my way towards them. With just a few paces, I pushed my way through a low-hanging branch and spread my arms theatrically, the bells on my hat making a final jingle before they swayed to a stop.

"Well, it's a nice little gathering here, hmm? I have a lute, why not we get some song, we make it a fuckin' party, hmm?"
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