RPG The White Lasin [PG-13]

[Squall]

Ronan growled and gripped Jerith's throat, pinning him to the ground by it. "You're going to tell me everything that happened." Jerith explained about the guards that broght him to city hall for the hearing, the Imperial Soldier that came, and finally the declaration of war. Ronan listened, growing more impatient at each moment. "So ah folloed the gal, and den found you in the alley." He finished, now sitting atop an old crate.

"This is unheard of! First a theif, and then a true terrorist."

"Wha' dya mean terrorist? wasn't he in your outfit?"

"Our message was for we and the Moon clan to reconnect trade, not declare war."

"Why not go set da blokes straight den?" Jerith inquired. "Because, I killed a guard. That is an act of war itself. Or actually," he looked at Jerith. "Everyone probably thinks it was you who did it by now." Jerith let out a small moan. "Jus' great."

"Anyways, we need supplies, and we should probably get these field dressed." He pointed at one of the cuts on his shoulder. "Aye. But, where'd the 'we' come from?"

"You're coming with me to somehow stop this war. You caused it, after all."

[Doukeshi]

"Ah hey now, it was an accident!" Jerith grumbled as he jogged along after the long striding soldier, struggling to keep up with his purpousful steps. Apparently they were goin to acquire some supplies, most likely from the local store just at the edge of the town.
"Ye know...Ah could get us some supplies, real cheap like...save us a bit o'much needed cash?" Jerith offered his not so, valid talents to Ronan who just turned and glared at the theif over his shoulder.

"I will not be reduced to common theivery."

"Och..." Jerith grumbled. [i]Just like an imperialist to be so stuck up.[/i] Stuffing his hands in his pockets and scuffing the ground like a scolded child Jerith followed along, absently scratching at one of the cuts that marred his neck.