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Fortune had already known that there was something wrong with the world around him, but the presence of the two 'knights' that had come to collect him for the Duke that finally sealed the deal that the Duke wasn't a man to be trusted. The brutal fashion upon which these keepers of the peace distributed their brand of justice was more then a warning sign that they were just as much dishonorable thugs as the men that they were executing, but some of the words that they spoke of betrayed the true nature of the illusion; All humans good or bad in just about anywhere in the Old World would know the name of the god of death Morr. 

As the knights turned on his companions, Fortune watched as the first arrow bounced off of a magical shield before the female knight turned to fire a second shot of a crossbow at the witch in question; The woman had been defenseless and had clearly only employed her secretive and dangerous craft to try and protect those she was with harm. Despite his distrust of the witch, he couldn't allow her to come to harm if he could help it. With a roar he charged forward, intent to ram the woman out of the way of the arrow aimed at her to ensure that she got knocked out of the way, praying to the Lady that his armor would deflect the arrow enough to protect him.