Roleplay with TheNovaSwag

Chapter 60: All About Edel

N: Saxon stood up and accepted his gift, looking down at the Tamordo in his hands, "I don't know what to say," the entity spoke, "thank you."

"Oh no," Anglo softly chuckled, "Saxon has acquired a new toy. Hopefully he doesn't hurt himself with it."

The entity rolled his eyes, "No I won't," he did a quick spin to test it out, "besides I might finally get the edge over Celtica."

"You have to beat Rowen first," England laughed, getting a grumble from Saxon, "practice and you can do better than Derogan here, you know, a kid."

"Are you suggesting something," Saxon raised a brow, walking over to his son, "do you want to verse me?" He held the double-edged spear in front of the Englishman, daring him to take it. He shook his head as he held his arms in defeat, but he was still laughing anyway.

M: "Hey," Derogan said in indignation.

"Easy Derogan, no need to get riled up either," Mandoria said, placing a hand on his son's shoulders, then looked to the English, "how about we all calm down and you get ready to leave, would you still like a cart or just horses."

N: "I think the horses would be fine," Anglo answered, "if the English knights behave themselves then we would have a smooth journey home."

"But don't forget the French," Saxon reminded, "they have to leave eventually. They have been here for, how long, two weeks, and I doubt French Empire would be particularly happy about that."

M: "Yeah well, that's what she gets for letting them come here in the first place," Mandoria grumbled, "she is well aware that I don't like military groups from other nations in my kingdom unannounced and not accompanied by their countryhuman. England and his knights are getting a pass this time but next time there will be consequences."

"What, so locking them in the dungeon for two days is not consequence enough," Rowen stated, "or the fact that we had to eradicate their camp to take them into custody in the first place."

Mandoria opened his mouth to protest but Rowen had a point, so he simply said, "fair enough." He cleared his throat before adding, "anyway, we will get the provisions and horses ready and like Celtica, you will be escorted out so you can make it past the border, I don't suppose you have any favored horses, Anglo and Saxon?"

N: Both of them shook their heads, "I think we are fine," Anglo said.

"Wait, let me get something," England suddenly said and ran out of the room. A few minutes later he brought back his fathers' quilts, his quilt, and had the feathers back in his hair. As well as this, he walked up to Saxon and handed him a dark eyepatch, a teal wolf emblazoned on it. "I better give this to you before I forget," the country spoke, "I was going to give it to you when you were to be captured, but obviously things didn't turn out as planned, but luckily it was kept safe."

The entity tilted his head as he rubbed his thumb over the stitching, "I knew that you wouldn't have felt comfortable with your entity eyes," the young country continued, "so I thought you would want it, but you seem comfortable enough right now." Saxon looked up at England and genuinely smiled, nodding in thanks, and tied the eyepatch around his arm for the time being.

Anglo smiled at the sight and turned back to Mandoria, "hopefully the preparations will not take too long?"

M: "Not at all," Mandoria said, "since you all already have what you need we just need to prepare saddle bags with provisions and saddle the horses, that should only take an hour at most."

Mandara walked up to Saxon and poked the eyepatch on his arm, "it looks like Ora, that's pretty cool, how did you know that Saxon and I encountered Ora?"