[IRP] Vanguard Rising

[Alusq]

Nichol hadn't taken much more in the way of loot than the ceremonial pike, which now lay concealed in a ditch outside of town. He intended on pawning it to acquire a more practical weapon the next time he was in a place where he could get it appraised. There were, however, a few items even he hadn't been able to resist, those being a fine cloak woven in Etrurian style and a crest of some sort which had been cast aside. Nichol wasn't sure what rank the crest signified, but he was certain it was at least fairly valuable. Nichol took a place at the table and elected to eat in silence. Half a minute into the tasteless porridge, he couldn't help but speak his thoughts.

"None of them wanted to fight." It had been on his mind the whole past night. As soon as things had gone hot, the raid had gone by in a blur, but only the guards in the inner sanctum had bothered to put up a token resistance, and every person he'd fought (or so he suspected) had just been trying to escape... to say nothing of the boy he'd assаssinated out of fear of being caught. It all felt so unnecessary in retrospect. "But that's war... Isn't it, Sir Fred?"