[center][h1][color=dimgray]Caractacus[/color][/h1][/center]
They didn't believe him. Caractacus took another step back. [color=dimgray]"What p-proof can a man offer? I deserted his ranks, I s-seek no conflict."[/color] He held his hand out in a sign of surrender, though his other hand gripped his staff tightly. He wasn't about to throw down his only protection to these strangers, but still, he wanted to avoid a painful, chopping, stabbing death. [color=dimgray]"I suppose the zombies are, eh, perhaps a b-bit off-putting, but these are dangerous times, are--are they not? You would not g-go about without your armor or, er, your axe, would you?"[/color]

Caractacus wasn't sure if he should keep up trying to make friends, or just make a break for it. His two zombies surely wouldn't last long, but perhaps, if he empowered them, they could hold the two warriors at bay while he lost them in the forest. Teeth clenched, Caractacus flicked his eyes from the knight and axe-man, to his zombies, and back again. It was obvious he was weighing his odds. [color=dimgray]"S-surely, if nothing else, we can go our separate ways, yes?"[/color]