[center][h1][color=dimgray]Caractacus[/color][/h1][/center]
Caractacus cocked his head. A name? That seemed a bit presumptuous. They were no band numbering in the hundreds, raising war. They were a pair of knights and a captive necromancer lost in the woods. At least the warrior knew they didn't stand a chance against any major force of the dark lord. They also likely wouldn't have much luck throwing themselves in with the Kingdom of Ven. Well, they would, Caractacus would likely be strung up by an angry mob long before they even reached the capitol. Caractacus shook the image of nooses and gallows from his thoughts. He would definitely not be doing that. In fact, Caractacus didn't think much of the axeman's ideas of factions and noble titles. No, he was just trying to make it day to day without dying, and all these future plans seemed far too optimistic. He shook his head. [color=dimgray]"I h-have no head for such things. I am sure you can c-come up with plans for armies, and I shall follow, yes?"[/color]

Caractacus near jumped out of his skin when a third stranger emerged from the brush, as of yet unseen. He threw up an arm, about to order his servant to attack, but quickly dropped it when the stranger seemed non-hostile. Still, Caractacus re-positioned himself once more, stepping such that the zombie was now between him and the newcomer. It put him closer to the warriors, but they at least could be sure of his compliance, such that Caractacus could be sure of their protection. The newcomer, introducing himself as Ysran, professed not only being lost, but suffering from amnesia as well. Caractacus doubted it greatly, seeing it as a ploy to seem non-threatening. He stayed behind the zombie, and decided to let the axeman take the lead. He would back the warriors up if it came to combat.