Pipe smoke swirls into the breeze as he gazes out from the hillside in northern Bree town, looking from his elevation over the walls and into the grasslands beyond. He takes a slow draw on his pipe, blowing a gentle stream of smoke into the breeze watching it get dispersed and carried away as footfalls approach from behind.
'So, when are we leaving then?', Wil stabbed his Herald's banner into the ground before taking a seat beside Beolrath.
'What makes you think that we are leaving?', the Captain posed the question as he took another draw from the pipe.
'You forget that I've been beside you in every fight in the past months, I've seen all the stirring evil that you have and heard the conversations and rumours that you have.', the blonde Man turned his gaze upon his dark haired companion.
'That should be a boon to the mercenary business.', he said in a completely neutral tone.
'Oh please, you'd have helped the people of Bree-Land even if they hadn't of paid you. Payment just gave you an excuse to hide behind whilst you wallowed in self pity.', the fist came suddenly and without warning as Wil tumbled away his head rang and throbbed with with the force of the impact.
'Bastard.', the Bree Man finally managed to mumble after a minute or so gathering his senses.
'Actually my parents were happily married when they had me.', he smirked as Wil grumbled a few more choice insults and phrases.
'We are a long way behind, evil has been stirring for a time now and I am still very rusty and not yet back to my old fitness.', still grumbling Wil took his seat beside Beolrath again.
'There is no sense in rushing off to the source of the evil, we will work our way there. Give you some practice and me the chance to scrape off some more rust. Though I doubt what difference I can make alone.', Wil considered Beolrath's words as he continued nursing his jaw.
'There are plenty of others rallying to the cause of what is good and just. We could join with one of those Kinships maybe?'
'Be ready to leave in the morning. Get a good nights rest, might be the last truly peaceful night you get for a while.', the Herald nodded; rising to his feet. The Captain took a draw upon his pipe resuming his gaze out over the walls. Wil watched the former Rohirrim for a few moments in silence before turning and leaving.
