[IRP] Idyll of the Idle

[Victor]

Roland clenched his hand as if he was planning on making a fist all along, quickly brushing off the rejection. Many a dainty hand had been spared from his kiss in the same manner. He gestured dismissively, and placed his hand back onto his lap. Still, the road was lonely and he would not relinquish the chance to have someone beside him to share the journey, if only for a short while.

"Fair Ingrid, you have not wasted any time at all! How could one waste time when the very purpose of idle conversation is to while away hours? Noble or not, my duty is to all who are in need of a shield. Accept me as a..."

Roland trailed off as he noticed a horse and rider in the distance behind Ingrid. The man seemed armed, and, although it pained him, his status as renegade knight had garnered too much attention at this point. He slowly rose, and, making a hushing motion at Ingrid, walked slowly to his sword. He quickly buckled the scabbard and belt onto himself once again, keeping one hand on the hilt as he slowly stalked back to Ingrid.

He offered her a hand once again. "Hurry and get up, and watch yourself," he whispered, waiting to pull her up off of the ground and behind the tree. "I must confess, Ingrid, that my covenant to the Emperor is not one so easily broken." The rider had dismounted, and was heading towards the two of them, lead on by Roland's telltale red armor.