“Go on, then. Take your turn. Take your chance. You get one shot at this. One wrong move, and it’s all over”.
Furley glanced down again, but Davamir didn’t. Instead, he held his gaze, unflinching… like a lion ready to devour it’s meal.
“One wrong move, you die” he growled at Furley, who then looked up and grinned back at him.
“Your martial skill is no match for mine”
“Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Captain” Furley growled in return, his brows meeting in the centre of his forehead.
“You may be good… but we aren’t Captains where we are. We’re Lords… Ladies… and Knights” he grinned, turning his card over in return, with glee as Furley’s face gasped, and he breathed out heavily in disappointed defeat.
“With a stat of 5 to your 4, the Fiefdom is mine and I take the last sausage for breakfast!” Davamir cackled at Furley, so full of glee over a simple game of cards. Furley sighed, chuckled, and handed him the remaining sausage from the pan on the fire.
“It’s a good game, that” Davamir said, indicating the card deck. “Fiefdoms, is it? Honestly, that’d be a hit back home. We could get an artist to make replicas and-”
“Is the good lord giving the merchant business advice? For my Charisma stat outweighs yours!” Furley responded with a smile.
“Only on card. Out there, in court, with the ladies…” Davamir responded, waggling his brows, to which they both laughed and he bit triumphantly into his sausage, making a satisfied groan as he did.
“All right, have your moment” Furley grinned. “Though I must say it’s been fun. I shall be sad to part company when the road forks”.
“Perhaps you shouldn’t” Davamir said, shrugging. “After all, what are you truly chasing? What lies beyond the East? Redemption, of some kind? Escape? A woman? I can’t believe thi effort would merely be for a holiday”.
Furley shrugged, pulling his robe so the crumbs fell off his tunic, and idly starting stroking the hilt of his sword, laid beside him by the fire. “I suppose I don’t know what I’ll find. I just knew that leaving was so much more to me than staying at this moment and I had no other way about it” he finished.
“Don’t you long to see something different? See a different life? There’s things in Gondor enough to tempt any man” he said. “There’s land, and not enough of us any longer to occupy it. There’s green, beautiful fields stretching to the sapphire sea, to where the horizon is endless. And enough to keep a man’s head filled without peace. And something tells me that peace for you brings war to your mind” Davamir finished, to which Furley said nothing.
“War can bring peace to those who have seen it” he went on. “We could use a man like you. There’d be plenty reward, and perhaps that new life you seek”.
Furley was just about to respond, when he noticed that under the hood of Drubainbess, she hadn’t stirred but her body was facing them, and so was her head. Sleeping? Perhaps. Listening? Most definitely.
“What’s your thought then, Lady?” Furley asked her. “You haven’t touched your breakfast yet, and the road forks soon. What would you do, if you were me, eh?”
