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Oh for...of all th' irresponsible...

[There's some angry Scottish muttering as Merida sets her locket down, standing in front of what looks like a shrine to the White Hart in armor. Or it had been before it was desecrated in such a manner. Her knees sink into the dirt and tugging her quiver and bow off and setting them to the side, she starts to fix it up, huffing. Her locket is angled so that she can look at it while she works, pulling a face when she pulls things out of the broken shrine before tossing them over her shoulder.]

As if we didn't have other things to worry about with th' Void comin' closer. Honestly, whatever happened to respectin' th' gods? I thought th' Black Shuck an' th' White Hart held sway over these lands.

[It's the second one she's come across in the last day or so, though she bets there are more like this. Even her ears had caught noise of the riots that had started happening in the Drabwurld, and not shardbearer related this time. Merida shook her head as she set the shrine artifacts upright, making a mental note to replace them as she sighs. She can't claim to know the affairs of gods, even with what Ben said about the vision he had. After a minute or two and the shrine starting to look better, Merida pulls her hands back to rest them against her legs, pausing before picking her locket up again.]

Does anyone consider just...stayin' here? Settle down after th' war ends? I don't know if I could go back home to who I used to be, if I could just forget everythin' that's happened here an' all the people I've met, th' friends I've made. [She reaches to brush the hawk feather behind her right ear back, braided into her hair like it is.] Just curious if anyone else feels th' same way I guess.

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What a thing to dwell on, Princess.

[He was dressed in his battle raiment for once, walking down along one of the western roads. Behind him, one of the great big wolfhounds padded near silently, bumping his shoulder on occasion.]

Though, 'fraid you already know my answer. The only span of time I'll ever care about is 'this moment'.

Aye, I already got my answer from you last Samhain.

[When she asked if he ever thought about the future. One of the wolfhounds she'd taken with her peeks over her shoulder, resting his head on it and tail thumping loudly against the ground behind him. She reached up to pet him, hand stroking his neck as she raised an eyebrow.]

An' where are you off to?

The southwest. Just to tie up a few loose ends on rumors about bandits.

[He sighed, rubbing his chin and looking off to the east, where Caer Glaem was.]

There're some people who fear death enough to go mad with grief and take on everyone they pass by.

Someone's got to knock some sense into them.

Korra an' I took care of some last spring, but that was along th' Western Road.

[There were probably different bandit factions too come to think about it.]

I'm headin' to Leathann. They need some help down there.

Probably not the same troops. They're newbies--not very experienced.

[Definitely not the spell-casters they dealt with, before. Still, what Merida said gave him pause.]

That city doesn't welcome magic, Princess.

[She didn't think so, but it was probably better to say if they were. Merida tilts her head, then shakes it. She doubted they'd be worried about magic at a time like this, but it was still something to take on board.]

I'll be careful, but if what they're sayin' about th' riots down there are true, then I'm goin' to need to protect myself somehow.

[Lancer looked a little displeased, but he held his tongue. While he loved Merida, one could say he loved her spirit just as much. It would be just as much a tragedy to see her lose her will to help others and fight as much as it would be a loss if she died.

He couldn't betray either of them. So, he simply placed his trust in Merida.]

The hardening rune--if you set speed to it, you can reduce direct damage impacts and even bounce things off your clothing.

So, cover up as much as you can, so you can toss more runes on yourself.

Why do you think I'm wearin' th' armor Diarmuid had made for me?

[It's a light tease, though she knows he's worried about her. The armor covers much of her skin, supple leather covering the parts of her body that weren't in metal. Her expression softens, sanding up from where she was kneeling in front of the shrine and brushing her knees off.]

Hardenin' rune...ehwaz. I've used th' speed rune before, should be easy.

You can't wear armor all the time. If you do, you'll make ordinary folks even more nervous than they already are.

An', when you do that--they get so nervous that they'll lash out, one way or another.

[There were many Heroic Spirits who didn't understand normal people, because of their own strength. Lancer was the sort who was always considered a monster even among other men capable of creating their own legends.

He knew what it was like to have everyone, even good friends, give him those kinds of looks and worrisome glances.]

Just remember it, for when you've got to dress more casually.

[If he was trying to hide his worry, Lancer was doing it exceptionally poorly.]

I have some dresses on me, I won't be in armor all th' time.

[And if she needed to be more approachable, she'd wear one over her armor. Her dresses were generally loose for easy traveling, so she should be able to do that. That would give her more covering that way. Still, she smiles because she knows he's worrying, and she shakes her head.]

I'll be fine, love. Promise.

Ah, ah. No need for promises. You know I'm bad at keeping those things gentle.

[He made promises with Merida before, but always when it was unto him to uphold them completely. He didn't like the idea of binding Merida with words at any point. It was the same as shackling her.]

I'll trust you, regardless.

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