Boys Will be Boys [Sliverwood]

[Alistair]

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Alistair had built camp. It was nothing fancy, just a simple fire and some meat on it. He never needed a tent, as he was used to sleeping out in the open. He had a bed roll, but it was not out right now. Over the fire cooked a small rabbit. He did not hunt bigger game, since the meat did not store well, and it was heavy as hell to carry around.

He felt more then heard or saw that he was not alone. Alistair did not like to give him self away, he liked people to under estimate him rather then over estimate him. It gave him the advantage in a fight. If they thought him weaker, slower or just worse then he was, then when he proved them wrong it was with him winning.

Alistair was on his way to meet an old friend of his, Vaughn, but had not planned on meeting him this early. So he stayed by the fire, eyes open, and his body on alert. Waiting.

[templier90]

"Few tracks on the ground," Brandeles crouches down and touches the foot prints, it is still fresh. Few of his subordinate rangers are behind him, looking around even they had their hood on. "...Bandits or looters, sir?" one of them questions their captain as he stands up, looking forward into the woods. "Only one person... Maybe it's a fugitive... Or just a simple wanderer... Come."

Brandeles leads his rangers into the woods while ready his longbow, prepare to defend himself and his rangers from any threats if there's is. Few more steps as they silently walk in the woods, Brandeles saw a campfire and signals his rangers to stopped their pace. Orders his rangers to get themselves behind every tree barks with their bows ready, Brandeles saw only one man in the camp. "Maybe it's just a fugitive, or just a mere traveler?"

Regardless, Brandeles aims his bow and arrow at the man but not to kill or wound him, he releases the arrow and it direct hits besides the campfire as a warning, "You there! You shouldn't be around these forest, it is restricted under King Uther's order! States your business here and leave this place at once!" Brandeles yells from his cover as he draws another arrow from his quiver, ready to releases it from his longbow if the man tries to do anything. "You have your warning, and it is your last!"

[Alistair]

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When the hell had he gotten on Camelot's land? Alistair had not jumped when the arrow hit the ground. It did not mean he had not wanted to, natural instinct was hard to fight, and it was natural to want to jump back at something you know would hurt you.

Alistair wanted to be rude and annoying but he knew he was out numbed and he wasn't an idiot. He had thought about calming to be the king and demanding they all get the hell out of here, or even sliding an inch to the left and asking if he was still on Camelot's land.

Picking up the arrow and pulling it roughly out of the ground, he used it to poke the rabbit. "I apologize, Ranger. I was unaware I was on the king's lands, nor that it was off limits." He spoke, "My rabbit is almost done and then I will be on my way." Alistair had the feeling he was missing something. This man was not who he had felt in the woods. Years of being on the trail, hunting and tracking and fighting had taught him the difference between his mind knowing he was not alone, and the druid side of him giving him a warning.

[templier90]

An unaware outsider then? Brandeles thought for a moment, he places his arrow back to his quiver and signals his rangers to lower their bows, and they did. The rangers stay behind their cover, Brandeles walks out from the shadows while lowers down his hood.

"I thought you are bandit or fugitive, or maybe a spy from another kingdoms but all my guesses are wrong." Brandeles rests longbow on the soil, while his elbow rests on the hilt of his sword. Lately bandits were use this route as their road of escape after robbing a caravan and by order of the king, the rangers of Balor Woods were ordered to apprehend or kill any trespassers in these woods.

"Forgive me for my harshness tones and, your meal, because lately bandits were use this route for escaping from captured and we been ordered to hunt those who trespass these woods but seems you are a traveler, I allowed you to stay here only for tonight but I must never saw you on tomorrow morning, or else we will apprehend you or perhaps, kill you if you try anything."

Brandeles signals his rangers to leave the place, but he rather stays here and begin to questions the man rather in calm and polite way, "I'm Brandeles Silverwood, captain of rangers from Balor Woods. Who are you and what business that you have in Camelot?"

[Alistair]

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Alistair watched as the ranger signaled his men to leave. Was that just a show, or was the ranger really going to stay here alone with him? Either the ranger had strong skills to back up such a bold move, or was not very good at his job. Being he was a captain, Alistair was willing to bet it was the former, and not the later. Still, the feeling of being watched lingered.

"I am traveling to meet a friend, you need not worry that I am a spy or a thief." A druid he was however, which lead him to make his next statement, "I will not linger here more then a hour. You will not see me come morning." Because Camelot was not safe for his kind. It was not something he wanted to think on however. Not while the idea of helping them was so strong.

"You are welcome to sit an join me, share a small meal if you wish." Alistair offered, wondering what the ranger knew of Camelot's politics. He wondered how he could question him about the druids and the king without letting on why he was doing it.