Excerpt from Prince of Azra
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the forest just outside, Azra was teeming with life from the occasional rabbit in the elusive dear to the ferocious borne attack. For Worf, there was no shortage of what might be found here. The afternoon air was crisp and fresh, free, fromthe stink of burning coals or the sounds of chatter. One might think there were no people in the woods save for the Forrester in the foreigner. The group had arrived as small camp settled in a forest clearing. There are a few rags strewn across the ground. However, everything else was perfectly organised. Sticks and strings were used to dry wash clothes, and there was a pit dug three feet deep containing ashes within, perhaps used to cook. There was a makeshift sharpening wheel near the hut, which was raised near the base of a large oak tree. Are you sure this is a good idea? And Richard asked. Well, it's the best start. She was the last one robed, and she's more than willing to give us information if it leads to those responsible, even replied with a note of hesitation in his voice. Lucien, scan the camp that stood before him. It seemed crude and uncivilised to is royal eyes, just like the resident. They sought enough prattling. The prince stated, Cora, Show yourself a moment of silence. Past the command had been issued to the hut, but there was no sound or movement. In reply, Lucien grew impatient. He had more important things to do than stand around in the woods. Should I repeat myself? Perhaps a bit louder, the prince offered. Before he could follow his own suggestion, Lucien felt a warm breath on the back of his neck. Now what does a princeling want from me? Lucien. She turned and saw a woman who had been standing behind him. She was slightly taller than him in a tad broader as well. Her copper skin seemed to glisten in the morning sun, outlining the scratches on her face and arms. A dark brown hair fell past the shoulders and a tight braid, and it seemed a whip around in sync with a gaze. A dark eyes had a trace of contempt and pierced any who might meet them. The woman wore dull and ugly breastplate made with the crew decided and a pair of trousers that seem too large for her. She sported a couple of leather shoes and above them, a dinky pair of grieves. While Lucien had been frightened by her sudden appearance, it was her proximity to him that caused him to fall back. Richard quickly moved pollution side, ready to defend his friend. How dare you rush the prince? Richard accused. Ah, core laughed. He fell on his own. The princeling is probably afraid of his own reflection. It took Lucien a moment to grasp her words. He had never heard such an accent before. It was not difficult for him to comprehend her as much. It was strange to hear for the first time I'm not afraid of anything, Giant ist. I was simply startled, and I tripped. Lucien defended Richard stress out his hand to help Lucien up, but he rejected it in a huff and pulled himself to his feet. He felt embarrassed enough for his reaction and decided he would allow no more humiliations. Hello, core, Edmund squeaked through the small scuffle admitted shrunk off to the side, but now revealed himself to the woman chorus scandal, A slight amusement on a face. Hello, Edmon. Why did you bring these two boys here? She asked where Edmond began. I am investigating crimes occurring in my kingdom, Lucien interjected. Crimes to which you are victim off. Where before corps had seemed calm, if not a little taunting, the sentiment evaporated. Palpable anger placid itself across the face, quickly followed by a wave of disgust. Blasted thieves, she growled. Months I've been gathering what little I could use for new armour, and just as I have enough, it's taken. Are these the animals you're searching for? Lucien felt a rage wash over him. It wasn't settling just how playing the hate on her face was. He turned to look over at Richard and Edmund, both of which seemed to understand her position. Lucien wondered if he could not feel the same, since he had never experienced such a loss or even such want in his life. In any case, it was time for a return to the matter at hand. Enough ranting, Lucien said, putting up his hand, Cora stuff speaking, her angry eyes darting to the princes palm. Oh, no, Edmund whispered. What the prince means, Richard began saving his friend is perhaps the time has come for action. Core withdrew herself and took a deep breath. Yes, she said. Yes, it has. Give me a moment and I'll be ready to go. Lucien jerked his head to the side. This was his mission, and he had little intention of letting this stranger gallivanting around with them. Go. I really need to ask you a few questions. There's no need for you to join us, Lucien told her. Nonsense. Quarter rejected. I trust only myself to deliver justice. I can answer your questions on the road.