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Guiart cleaned his hands, peering down at the assassin in the light Sebastian provided. "Yes. It's been a while since someone tried to kill me in my sleep. Guess I've already ruffled some feathers." With his foot, he adjusted the assassin's face until she stared up at the tent's ceiling. "A...

Guiart sighed. "I did not mean to wake you, but since you're already up, light one of those rushlights. I'd like a better look at my would-be assassin." He felt that was enough explanation to give the lad for the time being. Honestly, it was all he knew about the stranger at the time. He...

Once Guiart's prayers to the goddess of conquest were finished, he laid down to sleep. As always, though, he remained aware of his surroundings, even as he rested. Years in his line of work had taught him to be ever-vigilant and take his rest wherever he could find it. That was why he knew to...

"Yes, we do," said Guiart. The conqueror got to work setting up sleeping areas for both of them. As he promised, he let Sebastian take his bed while he laid out a bedroll in the tent for himself. Under the pillow, he placed a sheathed dagger, a precaution should anyone manage to get past his...

"It does not take as long to get used to as you might think," said Guiart. He rose from the table and stood beside Sebastian's chair. "Know this, anything worth accomplishing is worth sacrificing for, and any sacrifices you made will not go unnoticed. In a few years' time, the common folk will...

Hearing Sebastian's preferences about where he'd like to sleep, Guiart said, "Very well. My bed is the most comfortable in the camp. For tonight, I will sleep elsewhere while you take my bed. However, you should know that the reason my bed is the most comfortable in the camp is because I earned...

Guiart nodded. "At first light is probably best. Which means we have to discuss your sleeping arrangements." He rose from the table, glancing around. "How well do you sleep in a tent on your own? Or, perhaps, in a tent with a group of soldiers? I know you are a nobleman, but it's important to...

Guiart pointed at Sebastian. "No, you have the right of it. Make a scene of your leaving. Make sure that as many of your household staff and guards see you leaving. In fact, if there are any guards more loyal to you than your father, bring them with you. That way, we will have a multitude of...

Listening to Sebastian talk about his lack of weapons training and the reason why, Guiart scratched his blonde beard and said, "I have certainly trained my fair share of warriors. I can teach you swordplay when we have downtime. Or, perhaps you'd be better suited to archery. Do you have a strong...

Guiart's heart warmed seeing Sebastian's eagerness. He reminded him so much of Dederic, his brother, before the raid. Now that Guiart thought about it, Sebastian was even the age Dederic had been at the time. He dismissed the nostalgic and sentimental feelings now was not the time. "You'll...

"Excellent!" said Guiart, his face still as a stone. "Now, this does beg a question, do you need to go back to your father's castle for anything? Do you have belongings there you cannot live without? A family sword? Finery? Money? Anything you'd like with you as we proceed? Because from here on...

At the comment that this was a dangerous proposition, Guiart said, "Yes, it is dangerous. But far more dangerous is letting things remain as they are. Believe me, someone will come along sooner or later to impose order on this kingdom, even if I don't, and it is far more likely that the person...

Guiart ate as the young noble spoke, taking in every word. Sebastian clearly had a heart to change things, the exact kind of heart Guiart was looking for, but without hope to grow those seeds of moral purity into true righteousness. Guiart had to wonder how many other young nobles thought like...

The meal before them was roasted boar, mushrooms, and a side of wild onions. The result of hunting and foraging that his scouts had done in preparation for this. The savory aroma of the meal hung in the air. Guiart poured two goblets of wine and sat down at the table, gesturing for Sebastian to...

"A pleasure, Sebastian Veit." Once more, Guiart did not smile, but his tone suggested an air of friendliness. "Yes, let us wash first," said Guiart. "We have both encountered mud and blood today. It is best not to wallow in such filth, especially when it's the blood of lowly bandits." Guiart...

Guiart was glad to see Sebastian seeking him out. It made things easier. Though he did not smile, he softened his tone from the ferocity it had held while on the battlefield. "I am known as Guiart of Ghislaine, young lord. I am pleased to see that you survived and are unwounded. I'm sure your...

Guiart watched the young nobleman leave, flanked by his cavaliers. They'd take him back to the war camp, where Guiart would speak with him later. In the meantime, he had a battle to finish. And with even greater brutality than before, he did so. Every foe he defeated he did in such a way so as...

Guiart found himself somewhat distracted, only catching parts of the young noble's explanation of who he was and where he came from. The truth was, though, Guiart's agents had already gathered that information. For the time being, what was important was that the young noble could ride. Now...

Guiart regained his bearings just enough to see the young Sebastian take up arms to help him. Two bandits fell to his blade, and a third was staggered. The rest were distracted. Good, thought Guiart, This young nobleman really does show promise. Seizing the opportunity provided by the...

The evils of the land were more numerous than Guiart could ever hope to count. Murder, slavery, robbery, sacrilege, every form of wickedness that man or beast ever dreamt up. When Guiart first arrived, he often wondered what evils he should first combat to bring peace and justice to a place that...