#eirin003

{ @ardenwccd }

“Remind me again why we’re riding into Highwing, Eirin?” Tàm grumbled, keeping his horse to a relatively slow and steady pace as the three wardens passed through the large western gate into the city.  His shoulders were tense, drawn into a stiff, straight line, though he tried to be as unobtrusive as possible when glancing around to look at the townspeople as they passed by.  He leaned towards the dark-haired man, eyes narrowing.  “You do realize we’re wanted men, now?  Being Wardens and all?” he hissed, voice pitched so only the other man could hear it.

“And yet there’s three of us just sauntering into the city, just- just handing ourselves over on a silver platter.  This is stupid, Eirin.  Idiotic.”  He gestured at the third member of their party - Eirin’s newest friend, apparently - and continued to grumble.  “This is just asking to get killed.  Or exiled.  Or- or arrested.  Or any combination of the three.”