Rufio,
Follow the bird. He had to be crazy. When the raven had to come Rufio with a letter tied to its foot like some sort of messenger, Rufio had thought himself quite important. After all, why else would the king have summoned him to do his bidding. Thinking of his first fateful meeting with Raum in the desert, the boy stallion had to wonder if perhaps the king himself was mad. He had half a mind to ignore the summons, but if anything, it was an excuse to get out of this hellhole… and that – that was enticing. So curiosity had led him here.
He didn’t give two fucks about Denocte or their plight. This war wasn’t his war to fight, and he didn’t have a dog in the fight. Though there is a nagging thought in the back of his mind that promises it would become his fight, should he get involved, Rufio pushes the concern away. After all, he needed a little adventure and mischief in his life. If nothing else, it would liven things up. And if it bought him favor with the king, win win. Maybe if he appeased the desert heathens, they’d lead him back to where he came from.
He walks through the canyon, finally finding the cave that lay hidden at the end. Of course, it would be as far away from his previous location as could be, and he grumbled a bit as he chains shifted and he ducked into the mouth of the cave. Eyes focusing in the darkness , he made out the forms of Abel and Tuolouse, just catching the second male’s words and noting his tone with a quirked eyebrow. For a moment, there is enough tension that you could palpably feel it, but Rufio shrugs it off and clears his throat to alert the others of his presence.
Seems like we’re missing one more. His voice is harsh and grating, unlike his usual tone, dry from disuse and scratchy from the austerity of this climate. One more reason to leave. He shifts from foot to foot, uncomfortable waiting with strangers in the darkness of the cave, but ignoring the nagging sensation at the back of his neck – that something dangerous was soon to find them. It would be something they brought on themselves, he knew… but he didn’t care. All Rufio wanted was a change from the monotony of his life in Solterra.
Training his eye on the mouth of the cave, he waits to see if the fourth will show, eager to begin the task at hand.
mischief managed.
@Tuolouse, @Abel, @
