Paladin - the path north volume one

Chapter 17

Dagarn sat in the Paladin camp, his face threatening to turn into a snarl. What were these pathetic humans doing? Giving up after a single defeat, how had his people been slaughtered by weaklings like these.

"Are you quitting too, Sir Knight?" He asked of Godwin, the knight saddling up his horse along with Helmed his squire.

"Never!" Shouted the knight angrily, drawing the attention of the soldiers nearby. "I will ride to one of the tribes, perhaps with a combined effort we can take Kendral."

"Huh, good luck with that then" he replied walking away.

Humans were strange creatures he thought. Once the chosen of Tar'mine had been killed his duty was over. He'd taken his weapons and come to the camp to look in on things, only to find the Paladin army was off home. Perhaps the Jakken would pay him well for his services, besides, that pretty dark-haired girl was there. Maybe she'd be interested in hooking up.

He passed through the army formations, everyone backing out of his way like everyone always did, except for one.

"How're things Venna?" He asked, the woman was a hulking brute like him, and like him, she had a great intellect others didn't expect.

"They're fine... are you leaving soon?" she asked and he was broken from his thoughts about fighting her.

"Yeah, I think so, no money to be made here, not much point heading back to the castle either. Too many Paladins for my liking," he replied with a shrug.

"I thought you were lonely there by yourself?" the Venna asked raising an eyebrow.

"I thought I was, kinda hoped they'd be like Sah'rah, but they aren't. Just a bunch of pious pricks."

Sah'eca shook her head and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards her tent. He liked assertive women.

"Look, I'm packing up my things to move to Windholme and... what are you doing?" she asked him. He had thought it obvious as his britches were around his ankles.

He spread his arms wide. "Thought you were bringing me back here for a bout or two, guess I read the situation wrong... my bad."

"No! Well, maybe later," she replied as he stuffed his manhood back into his britches.

"You need someone to help carry all this crap, got it. Windholme was my next stop anyway."

He took a seat on a rather large couch, dumping his pack on the ground, it was nice for a seat not to creak under his weight.

"Things would go faster if you helped," she said to him irritatedly, throwing him a chest.

"I know other ways to make things go faster," he replied, a firm stare told him that wasn't going to happen.

"How did you survive alone? With your what I can only assume to be a raging sex drive?" she asked after a minute of packing scrolls.

"I can suppress it if need be, been so long I thought I'd let it kick back in. Hey, this yours?" he asked, finding a large bottle of what he could only assume was a drink of some kind.

"Yes, Tar'gorth gave it to me. But I don't drink much."

"Later then," he said with a smirk.

"If you help, then one glass... and only one glass," she said firmly. Dagarn could go with that and started to neatly pack the books and scrolls into boxes and chests where they would fit. He knew Sah'eca would be shocked at his preciseness, but he'd lived in a perpetually clean environment, if he didn't put things back exactly he'd never find them again. As the night rolled in they finished up, a large stack of boxes and chests piled against the far wall.