Ambrose saw from the shadows under his hood that these soldiers with the seal of the Church on their uniforms were watching them. Malice, suspicion, fear, and excitement colored their expressions in varying combinations. Mm, not good. They're hungry for blood, and we're travelers. No one would cry at our deaths, were they to decree it. Need to find an excuse, though. Probably confront us soon.
"Take me, if you must, but let her go; she's done nothing wrong!" a man cried out off to his left. He turned to look, seeing a fellow, shorter than him, naked, and bound hand and foot being carried over the shoulder of a soldier, while the also naked and bound woman on the shoulder of the soldier behind him was sobbing.
"Pity for them," a soldier remarked in earshot. "If they'd've just complied with our search, they could've finished, at least." He laughed. "Well, at least now we can have some more fun."
Ambrose's blood boiled as he scowled, his frown the only thing visible under his hood.
"Take me, if you must, but let her go; she's done nothing wrong!" a man cried out off to his left. He turned to look, seeing a fellow, shorter than him, naked, and bound hand and foot being carried over the shoulder of a soldier, while the also naked and bound woman on the shoulder of the soldier behind him was sobbing.
"Pity for them," a soldier remarked in earshot. "If they'd've just complied with our search, they could've finished, at least." He laughed. "Well, at least now we can have some more fun."
Ambrose's blood boiled as he scowled, his frown the only thing visible under his hood.
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Thank you Destin, for the awesome mug of Ambrose.