The Imperial Forest -- Day 5
Josephine studied the minotaur carefully, and the trees themselves fell silent as their conversation halted before it truly began. A leaf fell before Josephine and her eyes followed it, as her mind could not believe the myth that stood before her as alive and real as the forest. Spears of sunlight that bursted through the green canopies illuminated the beast's massive body, and lightened his brown fur.
The princess parted her red lips to speak but simply closed them. For once in her life she didn’t have a response, let alone one of wit for this savior. She puffed out her chest with a deep inhale and sighed, “you can show us the way?”
“Te,” The minotaur grunted, “yes.”
“Why would you,” Josephine squinted her sharp blue eyes at the monsterous figure. The beast flared his nostrils as if almost dismissing the question as silly, “Ruvv Hinan, to protect the hornless.”
“Why?” Josephine continued her questioning.
“Gar,” The minotaur boomed, “because it is good.”
“How do I know you won’t betray us,” Josephines eyes fluttered to the mounds of stone and dirt that had charged them as Kafshe monsters, realizing how obvious the question might be. Even if she refused, she figured there was little they could do to convince this beast to leave. Besides, if he was going to attack them, better in front of them than behind.
“Ri gar,” The monster seemed almost amused, “because I am good.”
“What is your name, good beast?” Josephine said taking a brave step forward.
“Ri Freg Gerntef,” the minotaur boomed, “I am Freg Gerntef.”
“Very well then, Freg,” the princess pursed her lips, “you will lead us as our guide, but according to our maps. There will be no funny business or changing the plans without my approval.”
Freg bowed his great horned head and slung his mighty axe over his back. The great mysterious metal weapon clanged against the cage the massive tome on his back was held in.
“Not trying to be rude,” Das called out as he pulled his head from the window of one of the beaten up carriages, “but I think we may have a problem.”
Josephine spun on her heel and trotted up to Das and poked her head where he had his. Her sapphire gaze glanced over the interior of the carriage (what does she see?)
Zach was pushing the body of Flint off of him and taking short and quick breathes. Josephine could see blood had covered much of the inside along with a gatt bullet hole through the roof. She could also see a knife in Zach’s side and blood pouring out of Flints body.
Zach was finally able to push the body off and look up he saw Josephine and said “Oh...My lady..Flint attacked me in the middle of the fight…before he did though his eyes went dark purple...I couldn’t call for help over all the fighting and…..when it was all said and done this is what happened...he nearly would have gotten me too if I didn’t find some loose blade and was able to get him…” Zach then looked down and saw the knife in him even though he put it there and knew he wasn’t going to be seriously damaged he continued “I seemed to have been stabbed...if I could get a hand that’d be great…” Zach said as he leaned himself up against the carriage wall.
Das quickly dove in through the window and squirmed to his feet. He hooked an arm under Zach and looked at the blade. With a frown he slapped a rag around the protruding object, “how the hell did he manage to stab you after you stabbed him?” Das joked as he applied pressure.
Josephine turned to call the others while Das worked on the wound.
INTERROGATION TIME! Everyone do your part to make him squirm.