Chapter 567: Intelligent Conversation
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Chapter 567: Intelligent Conversation
Intelligent Conversation
While a lot of repairs and other work still needed to be done in and around the outpost, clearing up after the battle, Martel and Eleanor would not lend further aid to these efforts; as a new day dawned, they had their orders of resuming daily patrols. First to be ready for departure, Martel idled about in the middle of the outpost, waiting for Eleanor. It was late in the morning; both mages had required a lot of sleep these last few nights after the battle, recuperating their strength.
"Mage of fire!"
Recognising the words as much of the voice, Martel turned in the direction of the gate. Down the small thoroughfare came Starkad, along with a handful of his Tyrian companions. "You always seem to arrive after all the excitement is over," Martel replied, approaching the berserker.
"I know," Starkad grinned. "My timing is impeccable."
"Why are you back here?"
"Same as ever, really. You boys need some help watching your forests. Full of unfriendly eyes, they are. My little ravens pulled back in anticipation of the assault, but since you have handled that, we are happy to be back."
Martel wondered if he would ever see the berserker in action; perhaps it was not something he should wish for. They had a reputation for trouble with distinguishing between friend and foe. Before he could make a reply, his eyes caught sight of something unexpected. Wulfstan, the fellow working for military intelligence, had also returned to the outpost.
"Master Starkad," Eleanor spoke in brief greeting before she looked at Martel. "I am ready."
"Lady Valkyrja," the berserker replied with his typical grinning expression. "Let us speak more when you are back, mage of fire!"
"Certainly! They shall become wolves when such prey is to be found. Sit down, my friend, you are too tall to be standing makes my neck hurt to look you in the eye."
With half a smile, Martel did so, taking a seat next to Starkad on the improvised bench. "I was wondering about something. You arrived this morning in the company of an Asterian, Wulfstan. If I recall, he was also on your ship when you first came to Esmouth."
"A sly fellow, that one. He doesn't always say much but he observes. What's your interest in him?"
"He's not part of the legion, yet he seems involved nonetheless." Martel knew this was explained by Wulfstan being a spy of sorts, of course, but he figured he should keep that to himself. "I thought maybe you knew more about him, given that you arrived together."
"Not really. It was somewhat coincidental. My band was hired up north, and when we sailed towards Esmouth, we made berth in Morcaster, where he joined us as a passenger. I know nothing of his plans or purpose."
Martel should probably have expected as much; someone working in military intelligence would not divulge anything to Tyrians if avoidable. He had hoped that Wulfstan had asked questions or given tasks to Starkad and his band, but that did not appear to be the case.
"Does he concern you?" As the berserker glanced at the battlemage, his typically jovial expression had become serious.
Martel considered the question for a moment. "No, not really. Whatever he's up to, so far, it hasn't involved me."
"Very well. Now, you must tell me of the battle!"
Smiling, Martel began. "Well, the excitement began even before we arrived here. Eleanor and me, we were not even halfway to the camp when we fell into an ambush"
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Chapter 567: Intelligent Conversation
Intelligent Conversation
While a lot of repairs and other work still needed to be done in and around the outpost, clearing up after the battle, Martel and Eleanor would not lend further aid to these efforts; as a new day dawned, they had their orders of resuming daily patrols. First to be ready for departure, Martel idled about in the middle of the outpost, waiting for Eleanor. It was late in the morning; both mages had required a lot of sleep these last few nights after the battle, recuperating their strength.
"Mage of fire!"
Recognising the words as much of the voice, Martel turned in the direction of the gate. Down the small thoroughfare came Starkad, along with a handful of his Tyrian companions. "You always seem to arrive after all the excitement is over," Martel replied, approaching the berserker.
"I know," Starkad grinned. "My timing is impeccable."
"Why are you back here?"
"Same as ever, really. You boys need some help watching your forests. Full of unfriendly eyes, they are. My little ravens pulled back in anticipation of the assault, but since you have handled that, we are happy to be back."
Martel wondered if he would ever see the berserker in action; perhaps it was not something he should wish for. They had a reputation for trouble with distinguishing between friend and foe. Before he could make a reply, his eyes caught sight of something unexpected. Wulfstan, the fellow working for military intelligence, had also returned to the outpost.
"Master Starkad," Eleanor spoke in brief greeting before she looked at Martel. "I am ready."
"Lady Valkyrja," the berserker replied with his typical grinning expression. "Let us speak more when you are back, mage of fire!"
"Certainly! They shall become wolves when such prey is to be found. Sit down, my friend, you are too tall to be standing makes my neck hurt to look you in the eye."
With half a smile, Martel did so, taking a seat next to Starkad on the improvised bench. "I was wondering about something. You arrived this morning in the company of an Asterian, Wulfstan. If I recall, he was also on your ship when you first came to Esmouth."
"A sly fellow, that one. He doesn't always say much but he observes. What's your interest in him?"
"He's not part of the legion, yet he seems involved nonetheless." Martel knew this was explained by Wulfstan being a spy of sorts, of course, but he figured he should keep that to himself. "I thought maybe you knew more about him, given that you arrived together."
"Not really. It was somewhat coincidental. My band was hired up north, and when we sailed towards Esmouth, we made berth in Morcaster, where he joined us as a passenger. I know nothing of his plans or purpose."
Martel should probably have expected as much; someone working in military intelligence would not divulge anything to Tyrians if avoidable. He had hoped that Wulfstan had asked questions or given tasks to Starkad and his band, but that did not appear to be the case.
"Does he concern you?" As the berserker glanced at the battlemage, his typically jovial expression had become serious.
Martel considered the question for a moment. "No, not really. Whatever he's up to, so far, it hasn't involved me."
"Very well. Now, you must tell me of the battle!"
Smiling, Martel began. "Well, the excitement began even before we arrived here. Eleanor and me, we were not even halfway to the camp when we fell into an ambush"
Chapter 567: Intelligent ConversationIntelligent ConversationWhile a lot of repairs and other work still needed to be done in and around the outpost, clearing up after the battle, Martel and Eleanor would not lend further aid to these efforts; as a new day dawned, they had their orders of resuming daily patrols. First to be ready for departure, Martel idled about in the middle of the outpost, waiting for Eleanor. It was late in the morning; both mages had required a lot of sleep these last few nights after the battle, recuperating their strength."Mage of fire!"Recognising the words as much of the voice, Martel turned in the direction of the gate. Down the small thoroughfare came Starkad, along with a handful of his Tyrian companions. "You always seem to arrive after all the excitement is over," Martel replied, approaching the berserker."I know," Starkad grinned. "My timing is impeccable.""Why are you back here?""Same as ever, really. You boys need some help watching your forests. Full of unfriendly eyes, they are. My little ravens pulled back in anticipation of the assault, but since you have handled that, we are happy to be back."Martel wondered if he would ever see the berserker in action; perhaps it was not something he should wish for. They had a reputation for trouble with distinguishing between friend and foe. Before he could make a reply, his eyes caught sight of something unexpected. Wulfstan, the fellow working for military intelligence, had also returned to the outpost."Master Starkad," Eleanor spoke in brief greeting before she looked at Martel. "I am ready.""Lady Valkyrja," the berserker replied with his typical grinning expression. "Let us speak more when you are back, mage of fire!""Certainly! They shall become wolves when such prey is to be found. Sit down, my friend, you are too tall to be standing makes my neck hurt to look you in the eye."With half a smile, Martel did so, taking a seat next to Starkad on the improvised bench. "I was wondering about something. You arrived this morning in the company of an Asterian, Wulfstan. If I recall, he was also on your ship when you first came to Esmouth.""A sly fellow, that one. He doesn't always say much but he observes. What's your interest in him?""He's not part of the legion, yet he seems involved nonetheless." Martel knew this was explained by Wulfstan being a spy of sorts, of course, but he figured he should keep that to himself. "I thought maybe you knew more about him, given that you arrived together.""Not really. It was somewhat coincidental. My band was hired up north, and when we sailed towards Esmouth, we made berth in Morcaster, where he joined us as a passenger. I know nothing of his plans or purpose."Martel should probably have expected as much; someone working in military intelligence would not divulge anything to Tyrians if avoidable. He had hoped that Wulfstan had asked questions or given tasks to Starkad and his band, but that did not appear to be the case."Does he concern you?" As the berserker glanced at the battlemage, his typically jovial expression had become serious.Martel considered the question for a moment. "No, not really. Whatever he's up to, so far, it hasn't involved me.""Very well. Now, you must tell me of the battle!"Smiling, Martel began. "Well, the excitement began even before we arrived here. Eleanor and me, we were not even halfway to the camp when we fell into an ambush"
