Liam May || Issue 13 || February 19, 2025
The ranger was seemingly oblivious to the knight’s critical gaze, but the black longbow that was resting at his side, was still strung, showing a professional preparedness. The arrows in his quiver were of exceptional quality and every piece of equipment on the man was well maintained. The knight tore the meat off the hunk of rabbit he was chewing on and tossed the bones into the fire. The marrow crackled as it oozed out onto the embers. The ranger looked up from his own piece of meat and met the knight’s steel gaze. He sighed and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “I have already told you that I’m a friend, yet your eyes betray your suspicions.” The knight snorted. “I have nothing to measure your word with, thus it is meaningless. I trust only your actions, and I do not trust rogues that stalk into my camp after sunfall.”
The ranger shook his head, “Can’t you see I’m not a threat? I even drank from my skin first.” He ended his rebuttal with a swig from the “water “skin on his hip. At that, the knight only grunted and shifted his gaze to dancing flames of
the campfire. The ranger paused. “You know, I still don’t know your name, Knight” The knight looked up with a grim smile. “This is true,” he said, “Names have power, and I don’t think I’ll be telling you mine.” The ranger narrowed his eyebrows, “Why not?” “I haven’t decided if you are some Fiend, Fae, or Shifter here to curse me
for a relative I’ve killed.” The ranger leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. He narrowed his eyes at the knight and then grinned. “How about a game then?” The knight sighed, “A mark towards Devil or Fae then.” The ranger waved a hand at the jibe. “We will guess things about the other, and then we will see how far our trust extends.” “Hmph,” the knight considered for a moment then replied, “Very well, I will play.”





