[b]Christopher the Vigilant:[/b] *Stares off into the distance, to the far peaks of the Iron Heights, their grey tops reaching up to assail the heavens themselves. All is not well however, for in those very same heavens a storm front gathers. An ominous portent of things yet to come* This is a bad omen, Gyffard. The sky is dark, angry, as though something beneath offends it. Something... unnatural.


[right][b]Gyffard the Wild:[/b] *Scoffs* Nonsense! It's just a storm, they happen all the time in the mountains.[/right]


[b]Christopher the Vigilant:[/b] *Shakes head* No, that is no simple storm. Can't you feel it? That charge in the air? It's not right Gyffard.


[right][b]Gyffard the Wild:[/b] *Laughs, then hurls a lob of spit over the castle wall* You're too superstitious boy. I'm telling you it's nothing to be concerned about.[/right]


[b]Christopher the Vigilant:[/b] *Turns to meet the gaze of the older man* Have you heard what the legends say about Osvin and his generals? How that storms of darkness and death proceeded them?


[right][b]Gyffard the Wild:[/b] *Grumbles* Legends say many things boy, that doesn't make them true.[/right]


[b]Christopher the Vigilant:[/b] But that doesn't make them false either.


[right][b]Gyffard the Wild:[/b] *Sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose* Just get back to your route will you? We don't have time to waste debating the validity of old wives tales.[/right]


[b]Christopher the Vigilant:[/b] *Turns to leave before pausing mid-stride* Fine. But I'm telling you Gyffard...

*His eyes narrow into slits as he turns his gaze back to the mountains*

There's dark forces at work here.


[right][b]Gyffard the Wild:[/b] *Rolls his eyes as the younger man leaves, though once he is gone the old soldiers gaze gradually finds its way back to the Iron Heights, its peaks obscured by foreboding clouds* 

[i]Nonsense...[/i][/right]