@spearofthelake, continued from x.
The soldier of Drangleic bows her head, taking a knee before the king of vermin. Though certain he would say otherwise about her, she bows her head. “Ah’ve come seekin’ your protection, Sire. “ Lochlan speaks with the respect of any soldier to a king. Though her home is lost to the ages, Lochlan is no fool. She never has been. “I seek to walk in your shadow, in your protection. If Ah must, I will prove my loyalty. “
The Soldier’s heart breaks to think this vow was to anyone other than her king. But, with the land in ruin as it was now.
She needed all the help she could get. Lochlan dare not raise her head. With eyes face to the ground, the spearwoman awaits an answer. May he be merciful to her.
Head canting slightly to one side, the small monarch searched the woman up and down again, as if another motive would emblazon itself on her chest for him to read. She was remarkably well mannered, for a human, which only deepened his skepticism. Though, he knew it was unfair to make judgments so quickly. If she was sincere, far be it from him to turn her away.
Watching how she carried herself, even in this display of supplication, she appeared no stranger to such customs, nor to that spear of hers. One of his paws smoothed over his whiskers, contemplative.
“Thou’rt undead, art thou naught?” he spake at length, taking care to ensure his tone was measured and even. “What dost thou seekest protection from, human? Thine own kind? Thy curse?” The Rat King paused for a moment, studying her. “... Or perhaps, thou hast naught any place else to go?” He said it in a fashion that indicated no judgement, if such a thing should be true. Indeed, all lost and unwanted things found their way to his domain.
