Re: Of hammers and halberds (before market town, after arrests/)

[Septon Arlyn]

The Lord and the Septon approach from the meger cover of the brush surrounding the trail and into the open. They approach slowly, Lord Ben on his horse? And the large Septon walking beside him, the trail just wide enough for the two of them. The Septon has his arms crossed, robes draging across the ground. thank the warrior for Kevans gift. I might need to focus more on my strength, gods know I can not keep getting into scrapes like this in the shape that I am.

Ben’s horse nickers slightly drawing the attention of the man at the pell. He turns with warrors quickness, droping his waster and moving to the stump that was holding his steel he calls out a challenge to the approaching men. “Who goes there?”
Certianly are a jumpy group thinks Septon Arlyn to himself.

The man who was polishing his weapon was only a short heartbeat behind the man by the pell, his worn hands gripping the halft of halberd. His stance was wide, his left foot was forward and his left was back, his left hand higher on the pole then his right. He grumbles out, “More importantly, who do you Serve.” His beard opened wide, reveling a sparse toothed grin, his forehead wrinkled around the 7 pointed star now visible to the men who approached the cleaning.

What are they doing here? Arlyn’s mind races, flashes of memory, grey-blue eyes, then the pain. His grip tightens and the head of his mace supconiously, the flanged metal biting slightly into his plam. Ben can hear a low growl come from the Septon, almost a feral sound and anger and fear.