[table][row][b][h3][color=00a651]Kyran Cynmaer[/color][/h3][/b][hr]
[i][b]Kingdom of Reynes, Temporary Lothian Encampment Outskirts[/b][/i][/row][cell]

[i]Tacatac, Tacatac, Taclop, Taclop, Caclop, Caclop.[/i]

The swift pace of hooves upon soil gradually slowed as the young Reynes squire brought his obsidian coated steed to an eventual halt. Briefly, the rider surveyed the mildly forested clearing he'd came to a stop in, just far away enough from the main path that no wandering eyes nor ears would incidentally find him. It wouldn't do to be detected out here alone, and so far from the camp at that. Finding no signs of recent human presence, Kyran dismounted from Lei's back, and walked a few steps further into the clearing before finding himself a seat upon a recently fallen log. He'd gotten up earlier than normal today, though not entirely of his own volition and thought perhaps he would be able to clear his head if he were alone for a moment. So now in a nigh-silent clearing he sat, away from the noise of the camp and alone save for his own thoughts. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes momentarily the bitter truth he'd done his best not to dwell upon these past couple days came to his mind and lips simultaneously.

[color=00a651]"I have failed."[/color] 

He merely whispered the words yet still they struck him with the force of an army. As much as he wanted to disbelieve that words he himself had just spoken they were truthful, and brutally so. He was tasked with one simple thing on the night of Garleton's fall, [i][color=00a651]Find Prince Alnard and get him to safety.[/color][/i] Yet still on that night, he simply couldn't manage something so trivially simple. Thankfully a group of actually competent sellswords managed to pick up the slack he'd left behind, if the prince were to have fallen that night as well there was little chance Kyran would forgive himself for such a failing. All he managed to do that night was help guide what few straggling evacuees he could find to the castle's tunnels whilst his fellow countrymen stood, fought, bled, and ultimately died so that they could have a chance to escape. The squire looked to himself and the blade at his side, fat lot of good it did him that night. The archer woman had it all under control, even with him drawing even more attention to an already incredibly dicey situation. 

Between his failing to find and protect the prince, his pointless escalation of a dangerous potential hostage situation and finally the guilt he harbored as his countrymen and second family went to their deaths while he ran away, it was hard for Kyran to not feel ultimately useless. It wasn't like the situation was getting any better either, Edinburgh had fallen mere days after Garleton. As far as most were concerned, the Lothian empire was dead and gone, and now the bloodthirsty Lyonesse were looking for the prince's head as well. In truth, he didn't know how long their rag-tag group could keep Alnard away from his pursuers or how long they would even stay together for that matter! Their situation was bleak at best... though what else was there to do, but carry onwards and give all he could? Not only to prove himself as more than useless, not only to right the grave wrong committed by the Lyonesse. But to honor the sacrifice of many men Reynes and Lothian alike. [color=00a651]"I'll make it all worth it.... I swear it."[/color] The squire said to himself, rising from his seat on the fallen tree and striding towards Lei, waiting at the grove's entrance. He'd been in this situation before oddly enough, feeling utterly useless while everything crumbled around him and so in that very moment, alone in a forest, Kyran resolved to do exactly what he did last time he felt this way. He'd work and work until his body could work no longer, and assist the prince in every way he could fathom. As he mounted his steed once more and began to head back in the direction of the camp his mind wandered to the extra duties he'd accepted. He had much to do, scouting a stronghold nearby as well as dealing with some particularly active bandits just to name a few.
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[b]Status[/b]: [color=LawnGreen]Alive, Well, and Resolute[/color]
[/center][u]Class[/u]: Squire
[u]Inventory[/u]:
Iron Sword (3/3)
Vulnerary
[u]Experience [/u]
40/40
[hider=Stats]
END:	C
STR:	D
MAG:	E
DEX:	E
SPD:	D
DEF:	D
RES:	C
LCK:	E
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[u]Action[/u]
Returning to Camp
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