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Aah, this is quite bad, isn't it. Serpico's expression remains as calm and placid as ever as he steps out of the carriage. But unseen, his thoughts churn as he gazes over the mess strewn about the narrow mountain pass.
This was supposed to be a straightforward journey to one of the border duchies to assist in negotiations and delivery messages, so it had seemed appropriate to bring only a small handful of servants and guards, leaving the rest to assist with keeping his estate running. How was he to know that a group of bandits had just started roaming the area, just waiting to ambush them?
Serpico sighs as he circles around the dead horses, the littered corpses of bandits and servants alike, and glances at the broken wheel to the carriage before looking off the edge of the pass. They're a long way from the base of the mountain, and further still from any towns or settlements. To his knowledge, this isn't a very commonly-traveled path, either. He gives a soft hum in thought before turning to the only other man still alive -- his guard. Or rather, his bodyguard-cum-executioner.
"I hope you haven't been injured in the skirmish?"
He asks it politely enough because it's the proper thing to do, but they both know that Lon'qu is completely untouched. After all, the higher council wouldn't have assigned this man to watch over him unless he was exceedingly skilled. Lon'qu could probably fight off a mob twice this size without breaking a sweat, Serpico imagines.
This was supposed to be a straightforward journey to one of the border duchies to assist in negotiations and delivery messages, so it had seemed appropriate to bring only a small handful of servants and guards, leaving the rest to assist with keeping his estate running. How was he to know that a group of bandits had just started roaming the area, just waiting to ambush them?
Serpico sighs as he circles around the dead horses, the littered corpses of bandits and servants alike, and glances at the broken wheel to the carriage before looking off the edge of the pass. They're a long way from the base of the mountain, and further still from any towns or settlements. To his knowledge, this isn't a very commonly-traveled path, either. He gives a soft hum in thought before turning to the only other man still alive -- his guard. Or rather, his bodyguard-cum-executioner.
"I hope you haven't been injured in the skirmish?"
He asks it politely enough because it's the proper thing to do, but they both know that Lon'qu is completely untouched. After all, the higher council wouldn't have assigned this man to watch over him unless he was exceedingly skilled. Lon'qu could probably fight off a mob twice this size without breaking a sweat, Serpico imagines.
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And somehow he doesn’t feel as bad about it as he might have been.
“And you’re the experienced one between us.” He thinks. “So how should I”—clicking his tongue—“touch you?”
But this is as good as admitting that he’s never really done it, and he’s not sure he wants to know how Serpico feels about that. Or rather, he feels far too much excitement at whatever reaction he’s anticipating from this nobleman, who really isn’t quite what he seems, is he?
One thing Lon’qu knows for sure: just because he’s inexperienced doesn’t mean he wants to rut like animals out here. They’ll conduct this properly, if they must do this at all.