A lovely Day

[Selphia Dek]

Within the centre of the forest Selphia found herself lost in thought. This was the only place that she didn’t feel troubled by the voices that plagued her when in the company of others, this meaning an entire city. Camelot was a grand city, and its people were many. To Selphia was deafening. But here in the midst of the trees and the songs of birds it was peaceful. The only whispers were soft and never rushed.

She had removed her robes. Her heavy chains that she used to hide herself from the world about her. Her unnatural pale appearance was unleashed. No eyes to stare at her, to question what she was, here no one looked upon her. She smiled as she made her way about the edge of a babbling brook. A fallen log extended across the water. She smiled as she took to climbing upon it. There she would stand for a time staring down into the water, her pale complexion looking back at her.

A soft singing voice would erupt from her. Once again no one was here to listen to her. Here she was alone and safe.

[Gerhard Raeddegson]

Gerhard had been out hunting in the woods. Shield and axe slung across his back, bow in hand, he made his way through the trees. Surprisingly graceful and silent for a man his size, he had been tracking the hart for hours. Picking his way through the underbrush, he stopped as he spotted a sign of the hart’s tracks. He knew it was just moments now. Any second, he would have the animal in sight, and the hunt would end. He was certain he could take the animal down with one arrow, one clean shot. This wasn’t his first hunt.

But what came next was a first for him. For a moment, it seemed as if he could hear singing. But how? This far out, into the woods, in the middle of nowhere, how could there possibly be singing? Ther it was again. And no doubt, it was a woman singing. Forgetting the hunt, suddenly more interested in this new distraction, Gerhard grinned and made his way off in the direction of the sound.

The closer he came, the more clear the singing became. A woman, though not a voice he recognised. Not a surprise, after all, since he had just arrived in the area. Seeing a small clearing ahead, the sound of singing mixed with the noise of a babbling brook. Sunlight streamed down through the trees, slipping between the branches, as Gerhard stepped out from the foliage into the opening. Quickly scanning the area to see who the woman singing was, when he did set eyes upon her, the surprise was clearly evident on his face. Still grinning, catching a small laugh from escaping, he lowered his bow and loudly cleared his throat.

"My apologies, m’lady, I had nay idea there be any others about."

[Selphia Dek]

Selphia felt that she was a decent singer, though the others would try and get her to sing for them. She tilted her head to the side as she continued to look at her complexion in the water below. The log that she was situated upon was long as it was wide. Making it near impossible for one to topple off of it. That was if one was not careful in what they were doing. Most of the time Selphia prided herself on her skills of grace and poise, balance a key factor to such traits. That was when one was mindful of their surroundings. Why should this day be any different?

Her form moved gingerly about the log as she sung. She had turned slowly at first, until the rhythm struck her. She would sway and move about the log until she was in full swing of a dance. Her hands curling back slow, causing her arms to do so as well, before they circled about her body then her head. It was not long before she was dancing and singing. Her pale white locks catching the shards of sunlight that fought its way through the canopy overhead. Her pale complexion was cast in a soft unnatural glow when the sunlight found her face, and any other piece of flesh it could find. Her gown was plain, nothing special. Tiding and clean, though most times she opted for long robes and hoods along with cowls to hide her pale complexion.

She had figured for the clearing to be free of others. In fact she had extended her thoughts outward and felt nothing in return. No thoughts within the wood to suggest that she was not alone. But that was before her focus changed, and she was busy with dancing and singing.

That was until she heard the distinct clearing of a throat. She had just turned, when her toe struck a knot upon the log. Her ankle twisted in the opposite direct, which knocked her off balance. The very balance she prided herself on. She fell backwards off the log. The drop was not far, but it was awkward. A loud splash was then heard. For that was precisely where Selphia had landed. The brook was about waist deep where the log was.

It took a few seconds for her to regain her wits, then her feet. She felt the pain in her left ankle when she tried to stand. Wincing as she pushed the water back in order to stand and balance herself in the brook, water to her waist, soaking wet and confused. Her pale gaze looking at the log before her, wondering just who it had been that interrupted her singing. That was when the voice erupted from beyond where she now stood drenched. She would remain silent for a moment before peering about the end of the log to a man that now stood upon the other side, dry as a bone on the forest floor.

[Gerhard Raeddegson]

Now Gerhard found himself trying even harder not to laugh. The sound of the singing had led him to this clearing, and obviously the woman had been just as surprised to see him as he had to see her. Both assuming they were alone in the forest, clearly she had been totally taken off guard by his approach. And the shock was enough to land her in the brook.

Noting the way she peered around the log, Gerhard couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for her. He had hunted deer and trapped rabbit with eyes that didn’t look as frightened as hers did now. Perhaps she was hurt as well. He did feel sorry, but of course, he did still smile as well.

"I didn’a mean ta scare ya lass. You got nothing to fear from me. It was just the singing that got my attention. Seems I startled you more than I had thought. If ya need any help, let me know. Otherwise, I can leave you to your, umm,..." Gerhard looked to the sky, squinting, then glanced around the clearing. "To whatever you were doing out here."

[Selphia Dek]

She remained behind the log, peering out at the man. She could not see him fully as the giant roots of the log were still attached to it, that and she did not wish to give away her hiding place. Though by the way the man spoke would suggest that her hiding spot was ineffective. She looked down at the water, taking note of her situation. She was in a brook up to her waist. What escape was there should this strange want something of her. Namely coin was what she thought. For what else was there to take.

She would peer out at the man from under one of the roots. Her pale locks slick against her head and down her back. Clinging to her face, along with her clothing.
She moved through the water toward the edge of the brook. She would get out and run, that was possibly the best thing to do. Her gaze lifted over the edge of the log so that she got a better view of the stranger. Her pale gaze searching for any sign that she should bolt. He head tilted to the side. He was smiling? Had he been laughing? Her brow furrowing as she gave thought to her situation. Then he spoke. Her head turned so that her eyes could peer once again through an opening beneath the log through the arrangement of roots.

To speak or remain silence, these were her choices. Her dilemma was which should she abide too. She was a friendly girl if she knew you, silent and shy, if she didn’t know you. Her brother often felt that she should be more guarded when it came o befriending folk, perhaps that is why she was hiding now. She watched the man carefully, looking at his hands as he spoke. She had often seen when someone was speaking words of truce; a dagger came forth in the unseen hand. His hand’s hands were empty. Well from her position they looked to be empty. She would make her way to the edge of the brook and climb out.

She extended her thoughts outward. Allowing them to brush his mind and venture a look. Not at his thoughts for that would be against her nature to pry. She just brushed his aura. He might feel a slight pressure against his body, possibly a headache, but only for a moment. She would know if he meant her harm. Slowly her hand curled toward her chest. She felt the bare flesh beneath her fingers. A slight panic came to her as she tugged the gown up to cover the center area of her chest. Her hand would then remain in place.

“I’m fine.” She told him, then paused realizing that he never asked if she was okay. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks. “I mean to say that you did not frighten me.” Her accent was thick and hard to place for most people. Selphia had forgotten that she even spoke with an accent to her it was slight. She now stood about ten feet from the man, one hand curled against her chest while the other was curled up and against her torso. “I did not mean to interrupt your…. hunt?” She said then gave a long pause. She was certain that he would know that she glimpsed his thoughts. But she was looking at the bow in his hand.

[Gerhard Raeddegson]

As the woman stepped into view, Gerhard gave her an appraising look. Hard to tell who she might be. Perhaps a peasant, simply out for a swim. She wasn’t dressed in any finery, and there was none abut that he could immediately see. No horse in sight, so no likely a noble. Her accent seemed odd, and he couldn’t quite place it. But then again, he had only just arrived, so it could be local, regional. Besides, no doubt his accent seemed just as odd. Turning his head slightly, still keeping her in the corner of his eye, he glanced quickly again around the clearing. No weapons he could see, she seemed to be completely unarmed. The thought of weapons reminded him of the bow he carried, not that he thought of it as a weapon, but nonetheless she might.

Looking back to her, still grinning, he stuck the arrow he had been holding into the soft ground, and casually unstrung his bow. After all, he was armed anyhow, and now that he wasn’t hunting, had no further need of the bow. The way she had said hunt, with surprise, reminded him he was a stranger here in these lands. Perhaps he wasn’t supposed to be hunting here. She may well have done him a service by stopping him. Placing the unstrung bow on the ground, he laughed to himself, sounding slightly like rumbling thunder in the distance.

"Ah, you didn’a interrupt a thing. Ya may well have just saved some animal its life. And besides, not that I needed the kill. I hope to be in Camelot soon enough, and be eating a warm meal by a fire there. I am near Camelot, am I not? And it’s good to hear you’re not frightened. Though maybe ya should be just a bit more cautious." Absently picking away a small branch that had lodged itself in the furs worn over his armour, he again tried to get a feel for this woman before him. She was small, but for him, that wasn’t a surprise. A small woman, alone and unarmed, in the depths of the forest, definitely seemed an odd occurrence. But then, perhaps she had no need of a weapon. Perhaps she was one of the mages, the druids, he had heard earlier along the road lived in these woods. At the thought, his grin, though still present, tightened, and his hand instinctively rested on the handle of his breidox at his belt. "Or maybe ya haven’t the need to."

[Selphia Dek]

(sorry it got away from me)


Selphia remained a good part still behind the log. The water was by no means warm. Her skin prickled with goose bumps all the while she stood there. She glanced to the opposite bank at the robe that had been neatly folded. Her pale locks clung against the nape of her neck, along the edge of her cheek and down her back to her waist. She would have to take the time to gather it and ring it out if it was to dry at all. It was thick and annoying most of the time, or so she felt it was. She shook her head to free it was the simple thoughts. Her pale eyes looked at the man adjacent to her. These days she was so easily frazzled by the world about her. Her focus was lacking, that was why she had come to the woods this day to collect her wits and begin anew. That was until now.

Her gaze dropped to the soaking form. The sleeves of her chemises hung over her hands that she had to flicked it back several times before it remained back. The red velvet bodice that she wore felt more like a vise now that it too was soaking wet. Her left hand moved to tug at it, since she valued the ability to breath. She would glance at the man from time to time. “Its wet.” She said, knowing that he would know that water was in fact wet, but that was how Selphia’s mind worked sometimes. Stating the obvious, which at times confused people. She took a few steps to the right of the fallen log. The soft swish sound of her wet shoes seemed to echo about her. She paused and looked down at them. Marveling at the sound before taking them off. Pale foot now graced the grass surrounding her. Her gaze studying the man, reading what she could, or better yet what he unveiled.

“I’ am alone.” She stated, knowing that he was perhaps more curious as to how she was alone in the woods. A female unprotected by any weapon or man. How ever was it possible that she was still alive. Selphia never held a terrible thought in her head, never spoke one either. She was often quiet and kept to herself. Perhaps it was her trusting and honest natural that had her tell the man that she was alone. It was possibly not the wisest thing to do. But when he placed the arrow, tip down in the dirt, and unstrung his bow. She felt a little relived.

The way that Selphia’s thought process worked was not always the way that most people’s did. She would gleam things and hours later comment upon it. So many things worked their way through her that it was often hard to figure out just whose thoughts belonged to whom and at which time. There were many things that Selphia could not explain her knowledge of. Times and places, names of people she had never met, cities that she had never been to but knew like the back of her hand. It was a busy place, Selphia’s mind.

“You are not far from Camelot. That is why I will caution you that you should ask permission to hunt here. I know not the rules of Camelot, but it does not hurt to learn before you make a mistake.” She told him, ‘and no you did not interrupt anything.”

She would take a few steps in his direction. A gesture of good faith, or to show that she was trustworthy or perhaps she it was that she was curious, a trait that Galeon often faulted her on. She did not know if his comment about saving an animal was to provoke a response from her either way she would just study him for the time being.

She was a petite woman, and held no weapon. As far as this man knew. But he would be correct at his assumption. She was not that great with a sword, a bow yes, weapons not really. Her brother had tried to teach her, but her mind set was often bombarded with thoughts that her focus was to be placed else where then skill with a blade. “Many tend to stay away from me. I know not why, just that they do.”

It often hurt her feelings when folk stared at her. She could not help at this moment desire her robes in order to hide her unnaturally pale form. Almost white locks that fell about her waist, matched the skin tones, and her eyes. Pale blue, to the point they looked white. Her right hand then came to rest at the centre of her chest. Her index finger moved against the edge of the fabric that touched her chest. She would move it thinking it was too low. Pulling it up a bit in order to hide something. Could he see? Was he even looking? She wondered for a moment and turned to look about the clearing. Were there more with him?

“Do you mean me harm?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. “You don’t’ look harmful.”
She would access his aura perhaps brush his thoughts. Upon doing so would cause a slight discomfort to him, perhaps even a headache. She was just these pass few days made mage of Camelot. She did not possess such skills that she would be able to defend about attack, she was better that running, though she did not run so well. “Cautious of whom?”

[Gerhard Raeddegson]

Grinning at the comment about her clothes being wet, Gerhard stood and listened to her, observing her and wondering who she was. Relaxing a bit as she came closer, Gerhard took his hand from his axe and laughed out loud, a deep, rumbling sound. She certainly was an odd one. “I’ve been called many things over the years, but this is the first time harmless has been used. It is good though to hear Camelot is not far. I should be attending to my business there. And thanks for the tip about the hunting. I’d rather not make my entrance into the city as a wanted outlaw.”

He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head a moment, grimacing at the slight pain from her trying to get into his thoughts. It seemed to pass almost instantly, and he thought no further of it. Taking a wineskin from his pack and taking a long sip from it, he paused a moment before smiling and holding it out to the woman. She seemed both shy and forward at the same time. “Aye, ya have no need to worry or fear. If I had meant ya harm, I would have done it by now. And rather than speaking to you, I would have introduced myself with an axe. So in answer to your question, no, I don’t mean you any harm. But, if you don’t mind me asking, what exactly are you doing out here? You certainly don’t seem to be dressed for a swim. As for who you should be cautious of, well, anyone, I suppose. Although I'm not some bandit skulking in the woods, I could have been. Or a scout of a raiding band, here to sack the lands and lay waste to the country." In fact, Gerhard had been just that, many times over the years.

[Selphia Dek]

Selphia stood at least twenty paces form the man. Her arms folded neatly across the front of her petite frame. All hopes of drying off were dashed by the lack of sunlight in this clearing. The canopy overhead seemed to choke off any light that tried to seep through. From time to time she caught a shiver, which caused her arms to wrap tightly about herself. She glanced again to the far side of brook. Her robe neatly folded, nice and dry it was. She could excuse herself and get it, but she was unsure of this man. There is always that lingering thought of a blade between the ribs through the back that often crossed one’s mind when their back was exposed.

She had noticed his hand had moved along the belt about his waist. Inching toward the axe that rested there. Was he thinking that she was a threat that he had to be prepared? She stopped advancing toward him. Her gaze drifting to his face once again, this time to see him laugh, was it at her? She tilted her head and thought to glimpse his thoughts again, but stopped herself from doing so. To her he looked harmless, all except his axe at his hip. He could say the same about her. But she was a trained mage. As to her skills they were few at this time, but growing, and becoming more potent in their strength.

She bowed her head at his thank you for telling him Camelot was not far off. In fact they were in the forest that crossed the borders of Camelot. It was but a few hours walk or perhaps less. Selphia enjoyed her time in the woods that she often wandered for hours, without realizing that she had simply wandering in a complete circle.

At that moment she took note of the alteration in his appearance. Noting his discomfort to her touching his thoughts. It had the same effect on people as far as she could tell. Not that she ever tried to inflict any type of pain upon anyone. She wasn’t even trying to read his thoughts; sometimes it was just a question of if she was able to get into someone’s head. But it was always just a question. Selphia would never gleam someone’s thoughts unless they allowed it. For the moment she was curious, but self-control stopped her. That was what the dull pain in his head was.

Rising her hand to the offered wineskin, “ No thank you.” She told him, she was not much of a drinker. In fact she could honestly say that she never touched any type of drink. She needed to be alert and focused. It would not be a pretty site if she weren’t. Lucid thoughts were needed at all times, and sometimes the whispers of those all around her were too much to bare. Wine would make it ten times worst.





She often found it strange that people would suggest that they would have killed you upon first greeting. She wondered what a person could do to another in that short span of time. People had a strange way about them at times. Here they stood in the midst of the forest. Nature’s beauty surrounding them and the first thought of mind was death. Why did men think along such lines? Perhaps this was the difference between men and women, and why men viewed women to be the weaker of the sexes.

“I was out for a stroll. I find it peaceful.” She told him, whispered under her breath, “not so many voices here.” She spoke up once again. “Anyone? But there is just you? Of you said that I’ve no reason to fear you. I am sure that bandits would find little interest with me. People tend to keep away from you when they think you’re out of your head.” She smiled, but just, and barely at that. Her pale gaze took note the truth behind his words.

“If you wish I can take you to Camelot’s gates.” She told him, as she made her way to gather her things. It was about time she returned to the castle. She had lessons to tend to. Though the thoughts of being amongst people seemed to dull her desire to return. She did not wait for his rely as she made her way back across the log to the far side. Collecting her robe and quickly putting it back on. There was little thought to her wet clothing, she just wanted to cover herself and hide again. This time under her wool robes, and not a log in the brook.

[Gerhard Raeddegson]

Gerhard nodded at her comment about people keeping away. Many times, he had received that very same treatment. And of late, it seemed even more so that he was spending time alone. People often thought that he was a little too eager for a battle, a little too willing to face odds that should be impossible. What they didn’t understand was that it was the very fact that the odds did seem impossible that made them all the more attractive to him. After all, no one ever died gloriously while hiding in a root cellar. No, they died well in battle, in honourable combat. Those were the deaths that sagas were sung off. For the first time since meeting Selphia, he stopped smiling.

“Aye, they do tend to keep their distance from ya if they think your off.” Taking another pull from the wine skin, his grin returned again. “But sometimes, being a little crazy is damn good help. As for guiding me to Camelot, that would be grand, lass. I’m a fair hand at navigating a snekkje, and not a half bad hunter or tracker, but even the best tracker can’t find something if they have no idea where to look.

"Just something I will need to do before we head off though, if you don’t mind. I left my horse tethered not far from here, while I hunted, and I best get her. She’s strong and tough and able to take good care of herself, but I really shouldn’t leave her out here too long. She can be a bit finicky around strangers, but don’t let that bother you none. I’m sure she’ll take to you just fine. I'll be back in a short moment, while you get your things together."

Leaving his bow on the ground next to the arrow he had stuck in the soft dirt, he made his way towards the edge of the clearing. As he headed off to gather his horse, he called back. “And ya have no worries of bandits now, either, whether they take an interest in you or not. It’d be a sad sorry fool who tried to stop you while I’m with you.” Laughing to himself, he started towards the woods and his horse.

[Gerhard Raeddegson]

Gerhard’s return could be heard long before he was seen. Although on his own, he was fairly quiet moving through the woods, his horse sounded more like a small elephant. As they crashed through the last bit of trees into the clearing, the reason for all the noise became clearly evident. His horse was a true beast. Standing nearly a full 18 hands high, large even for a Friesian, she had a smooth black coat that looked almost silky in the slight sunlight. A thick, wild mane hung down her neck, and a wild, bush-like tail followed her. With hooves like water buckets wrapped in black silk streamers, she clomped her way towards the brook, and stopped to take a drink, neighing softly at Selphia.

Gerhard, smiling as usual, introduced her. “This is Lilk’ligen, or just Lil.” Turning back to the horse, running one hand gently along her flank, “Lil, this is, well, actually, I don’t know who the wet one is. But she hasn’t tried to stab me yet, and she seems friendly. She’s going to lead us to Camelot, so be nice. NO BITING!” Turning to Selphia, he continued. “Don’t mind Lil, she’s not as bad as she seems, unless she doesn’t like you. She just sometimes forgets how big she is. She’s accidentally killed or crippled more men than I can count, but she’s a good horse, loyal and faithful. Then again, I’ve never been very good with the numbers, so more than I can count may not actually be that many. But she’s not charging, so she seems to have taken a liking to you. Oh, and now that we’ve decided none of us are here to do each other harm, I’m Gerhard, son of Raeddeg.”

[Selphia Dek]

Selphia stood looking at the man. Her brow furrowed at his reply to what she had said about people avoiding her. ~If they think your off. ~ Was she off? She didn’t know just what that meant. She had never asked people what they thought of her; in fact they had never given her a chance to find out. Since she was no more forward as they were forthcoming. She kept space between herself and him, as she stopped in her approach. She would shake her head to the offering of the wineskin.

When he spoke about her guiding him back to Camelot she would nod. It was her pleasure to help when she could, and when someone allowed her to aid him or her. It was a way for her to extend further from her shell. Though people had a way of putting her back in that very shell. Stares were the best way to do so. She had been on the receiving end of cruel words and tricks. It was why she opted to hide under her heavy and rather masculine robes, her brother’s in fact.

“Then it is good that I know the way to Camelot.” She told him as she looked to the log and thought about retrieving her robe and heading back to Camelot. It was getting late in the day and she did not wish to be beyond the gates at night. The roads were not safe, or so she had been told. She had turned to head across the log to collect her things when the man told her he would return shortly as he needed to collect something himself. She nodded and watched him disappear through the woods. She had turned to start across the brook when he voice back to her. She smiled and nodded at his brazen words.

She would then turn and head across the fallen log. Her things were neatly folded and set upon the grass next to the log. It was at this time she took the opportunity to ring out her wet locks. She would also ring out the bottom of her skirt and work her way up her skirt so that her robes did not have too much water to absorb. When she was ready to return and wait for…she had not gotten his name yet and therefore knew not how to address him. She would simple go back to where he had left her and stood waiting.

Her pale eyes lock upon the arrow still stuck in the ground. She would take it upon herself to collect his bow. She didn’t want to see it get snapped in half by anything that might venture this way. A hunting troop or wild boar, it would be a shame indeed. She was not one that enjoyed the labors of hunting. It held no lure for the likes of her. She would stand and observe it for a time, that was until she heard the crashing of something rather large coming in her direction.

Her attention darted to the woods beyond her position. She was now wearing her robes and her hood drawn up over her head. Her gaze narrowed as she looked beyond the trees that stood before her. She could feel the energies shift. Something large was coming, its heart was beating fast, she would have suggested wild-like of that was possible. Whatever it was it was large.

Her pale gaze widened as the large horse came through out of nowhere it seemed. Selphia staggered back a few steps, not able to go any further due to the tree behind her. Her hands pressed firmly against the truck, while she assessed the situation. She then took note of the man that came along side of the horse. He was quick to introduce the animal. ~Lilk`ligen,” It was a strange name. But Selphia said nothing. She just stared at the creature, “Lil?” she asked, and then stepped forward. She did not make quick or sudden movements.

Selphia’s gaze lifted to the man as he finally introduced himself. ~Gerhard, son of Raeddeg. ~ It was not a name she knew or heard of before. She gaze returned to Lil. She smiled as she approached the horse’s right side, extending her hand to have it surprisingly nuzzle it. It was then that Selphia’s frost white gaze returned to Gerhard, “I’m Selphia.”

[Gerhard Raeddegson]

Gerhard watched as Selphia made her way over to Lil. As Lil nuzzled her hand, he let out another booming laugh. “Lil says thank you as well, and that’s the friendliest hello she’s offered anyone in quite some time. Looks like you’ve made another friend this day. Well met, Selphia.”

Looking to where she had placed the bow and arrow, he reached for them, pick them up, and set them in place among the rest of the packs on Lil. “And my thanks for caring for my bow while I was gone.” Laughing again, more softly this time, he slowly shook his head. “First the tip about not hunting here, then the offer to steer us to Camelot, now this. Seems I’m growing more and more in your debt all the time. And speaking of Camelot...”

Gerhard looked to the sky above, squinting through the trees, thinking for a moment. “You say it’s still a few hours to Camelot? Well, I figure we have only a short stretch of daylight left, so best we start making our way. Not that I have any fear or worry of travelling at night, but my experience is that most lords take more kindly to a stranger that arrives by light of day than to one who appears knocking on their door in the dead of night. And as I’ve said, I’ve no desire to make my first entrance into the city a bad one.”

[Selphia Dek]

Selphia’s attention remained focused upon the horse as it nuzzled her hand. Her other hand came about to scratch along Lil’s neck. She smiled and placed her head just above her snout. Her pale gaze drifted to Gerhard as he spoke of Lil’s friend demeanor toward her. She had a way with animals, for reason unknown to her. Though she had no reason to question it before. She would offer Gerhard a smile before returning her attention back to Lil.


Though the horse held her attention for a short time. When he moved to collect his bow and arrow she could not help but watch him. His comment about taking care of his bow puzzled her. “I did not wish to see it crushed. The craftsmanship is rare, it would be a shame for it to be destroyed.” She explained the reason behind her rescuing the item.

Selphia did not think that Gerhard was indebt to her. She would never think that any deed done warranted servitude. She would not comment upon it. Simply allow it to lie. His comment however about heading back to Camelot, or in his case to Camelot before nightfall had her full attention. “The roads are not safe to travel at night I fear.” She explained, she had not thought her day more clearly. That was what distraction got one. When they weren’t paying time any mine. Poof daylight gone, nightfall gained.

“Perhaps we should ride until dusk. A camp we could then make?” she told him, not at all prepared for either.

[Gerhard Raeddegson]

Gerhard nodded to Selphia. "Aye, if ya have a horse, we'll ride as far as we can til dark, hopefully make it to Camelot tonight. If not, we can walk. I have supplies with me, should we need to camp." Smiling, "Mind you, since I never did finish that hunt, we're a little light on food. Not that you look like you eat much, but we'll make do. We should move soon though."

With Lil packed, and ready to begin the trip, Gerhard went to start walking before he stopped, realizing he had no idea which way to go. "Do you live in the city? For that matter, what do ya do, lass? Y'ain't noble blood, y'er no soldier, and you don't seem a farmer or servant, so what is it that ya do?"