[h1][color=lime]Eadric Sophus[/color][/h1]

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Eadric jumped a bit more than he would have liked at the wolf. It may have just been a Grey Wolf, a dwarf next to some of the Direwolves he’d seen, but it had startled him all the same. As the wolf ran away, Eadric’s mind returned to what was going on as the warrior saw the Wolf. He had been telling Aisha, the former slave, to come to him. 

[color=lime][i]Damn the fool girl![/i][/color] he thought. [color=lime][i]If she had just worn an eyepatch, lied about what she was.[/i][/color] He sighed. He was going to have to take her side. He had always taken a liking to the underdog, more fun that way. This might just get him killed though. He couldn’t beat any of them in a duel, and there were no guards coming to his rescue if he did something rash.

[color=lime]”Friends. That wolf was small compared to what we will face. Deeper inwards, we’ll face Direwolves twice the size and likely bigger. We must be more observant if we are to survive this trek.”[/color] He took a deep breath. [color=lime]”I’ve seen caravans across the Kingsroad twice this size forced to turn back. As you know, there is no turning back for us. We will need all the manpower we can get.”[/color] He made a pointed look at Vicariis. [color=lime]”We may not all be high-born, like our...esteemed Ms. Vicariis.”[/color] He tried to mask the contempt in his voice. [color=lime]”My point is thus. Smith or Noble. Bastard,”[/color] he gestured to himself. [color=lime]”or warrior. Slave or base-born. It makes no difference to the wolves. Our dear Aisha may very well have been a slave in the city, and if it pleases you, she can be a slave upon our return. Out here, however, she is a comrade. Nothing more, nothing less.”[/color]

He was proud of the speech, despite the inevitable repercussions. He decided that since he’d already dug his grave, he may as well jump in. He leaned in towards the warrior and whispered. [color=lime]”I trust that I am understood, warrior?”[/color]