[center][h3]~ Towards The Bandit Camp ~[/h3][/center]

[center][i]Interacting with:[/i] [@VitaVitaAR], [@HereComesTheSnow][/center]

Jarde rode on his horse at the very back of the group. He figured these distinguished knights at the front would have a problem with some commoner wearing little armor riding at the fore. No need to instigate anything, thought Jarde. Besides, he had no right to be so close to Fanilly. While he wore light, leather and uninteresting armor, the Captain shone in her armor and her white-gold cape fluttered in the wind. She was like a beloved royal of a kingdom.

He was, however, close enough to hear the chatter. The Captain's plan was straightforward: Surround the bandit camp, and begin tearing them a new one until they all meet up at the center. Jarde could see the reason, these were but bandits. Rabble, but with delusions of grandeur. One that would be shattered considering they were about to tangle with the Iron Rose Knights. The elite warriors of Thaln. Needless to say, the so-called 'Bandit King' may have bit off more than he could chew. Or did he?

Jarde heard the suggestions made to the Captain. Some said they should annihilate the camp with artillery. Some more sensible ideas were sending scouts to see what they were up against. Fanilly agreed to a reconnaissance, to gauge the enemy and assess their numbers and strength.

It was like hearing calling, Jarde rode up to the fore of the formation. On the way, he heard some of the knights speculating about the bandits. About who they were, what their abilities could be, what spurred their leader to declare himself 'King' and get all arrogant and such. "[color=yellow]What if it turned out he is an actual king?[/color]" Jarde joined in, with a jovial tone and a dopey smile on his face. "[color=yellow]Wearing full plate armor with a regal cape flying behind him and a beautiful crown atop his head.[/color]" At this point, his smile was wide. "[color=yellow]Then his 'bandits' are also wearing plate, wielding sharp, steel lances and riding barded horses. All the while waving expertly designed banners and coats of arms.[/color]"

Approaching the Captain herself, Jarde inhaled a breath of air as he steeled himself. Can't mess up in front of Fanilly. With a formal tone and the poise of a knight but also a warm, confident smile, he spoke. "[color=yellow]Captain, I volunteer for this scouting party. At the very least, I'll look the part and keep this guy from getting lonely.[/color]" He motioned to [u]Gerard[/u].