Every Man Needs A Cause

[Alistair]

Bedding down to camp; Alistair made his fire and put the deer that he'd caught over it. It was allow of meat for one man; but he could tell others were camping near by. If he left after only a few hours then when they found this place they could have at what he did not want to fill his own belly with. He hated the waste that it would have brought without it; but knew that if the men did not eat it; then something else would.

These woods were filled with more dangers then a knight; though the knights were the dangerous sort. They killed with out reason and thought at the whim of some king that half of them would not even have meet! No; the dangers in this wood came from the other creatures. Some of them magical based; and some of them summoned by magic and let loose to roam when their masters where killed or lost control. It was why he did not fear a knight this deep into the woods; none were as stupid to come this deep. Alistair knew how to avoid them; and when they came too close some did not even notice him for he was too still and silent.

His mind was not on the creatures but the woman. The princess. It had not been but a half moon cycle since he'd returned her to her own people. Yet still she plagued him. Her face; her voice; her bloody annoy tendency to not do a damn thing he wanted and his own annoy habit of enjoying it.

Footsteps drew his mind from it's self and his eyes turned tot he sound; knowing it was a man for they were heavy and came in twos rather then fours of an animal.

[Alvarr]

Should Alvarr's most recent ploy be executed to perfection... then the time of fighting would be over. Or just beginning. Though it would be closer toward their goal. Finding Mordred was just the first step. Though this one step was equivalent to years of work. The druid boy possessed a power far greater than any other. He could wield the crystal that Alvarr had never laid eyes upon. But only ever heard of through told stories when he was a young lad. Now, everything they could want was within their grasp. Tellings of the past, present and, most importantly, future. This was the moment that all sorcerers were waiting for. A chance for liberation. Should be he successful, he would never have to walk in fear again. Freedom was within their grasp.

Alvarr was no expert hunter, though he had been hunted. He knew how to remain inconspicuous and cautious. But the scarcity of nearby animals was beginning to be felt by the rumbling of his camp's stomachs. To be a fugitive, it was difficult to go to the prime locations for hunting. Though that did not discourage the men for survival was no option. It was a necessity. Even at this late hour of the night, they would need food to help prepare them for the battle that would soon ensue. Waiting for the opportune moment. Alvarr had been tracking the carts coming from Camelot for quite some time. And the next time knights returned to that path, they would be ready.

But Alvarr's mind digressed. He was getting ahead of himself. When he of all people knew the virtue of patience. One of his men dashed ahead and Alvarr's steps were slow but he eventually caught up to him. To see him pointing his sword at another man. That is a lot of meat for one man,. Fool. Alvarr was not one who mercilessly killed without purpose. If he was, then he would be no better than a knight of Camelot. Lower your weapon, Alvarr instructed him. There was no need to kill for the sake of a deer. His minion did as instructed. Our intrusion is without threat, he assured the man. For the stranger was one, and Alvarr was with four other armed men.

[Alistair]

Alistair had spent his own life fighting; and one thing that he did not fear was fie armed men. He could tell almost upon sight of them which ones would fight boldly; weakly and which one that he could not turn his back to. That is a lot of meat for one man, The loud one; that would not be so bold had the numbers been less in his favor. Lower your weapon, The leader; whom the men respected enough that he did not have to use force to make them do his will. The most dangerous of men. Alistair could tell that by how he carried himself and spoke. They followed him for more reason then coin. He did not know why; or even if he was correct; he only knew what he'd learned to see.

Our intrusion is without threat, Alistair slowly stood up and then looked at each man before looking at the leader. They were armed and many where he was one. If this wasn't meant to be a threat surely the man would send at least one or two of them on their way. He said nothing; only seemingly waiting for the odds to drop or one of the men to attack first. In truth; Alistair wasn't sure of the words that needed to be said. What would Vaughn had said? Something witty and meant to make them attack surely. Perhaps his words were not best to be the ones to seek out.