Yes, especially since I cannot find anything resembling the chests of gold among them, maybe they've buried it somewhere in the forest, hmm. With how much of a filthy mess this camp of theirs is in, I cannot tell where they've buried it. At least the chests are indestructible, so nothing will possibly break them open. Without the keys I made there is no way those plebs are going to open them. Still, it's my gold, mine! I was to send it off to finance the expedition of my fellows to the east, friends from home who, like me, have become oh so much more, godly beings of their own realm. There is no way I shall allow myself to be cock-blocked by Fredrick and his malnourished peons! Still, I remind myself, the gold isn't going anywhere, baring the …show more content…
In the meantime, I wait patiently as a wolf in the brushes, fangs wet and thirsting for blood! Yes, as a wolf would I'll use this time to take note of anything useful before I strike. Hmm, he-he-he, for all the cunning of these lowly peasants, for all the provisions they put in place to elude me, they've made quite the critical error! Yes, yes, that indeed will be more entertaining to exploit this than simply putting the camp to the torch while they sleep. I hear the beating of their hearts; peasant blood flowing through them to allow them a sense of calm, of peace. The spilling of their Flemish poison down into their throats and lungs spreads and splashes all around the drums of my ears many times over. Hmm, I grow ever-so impatient while these petty knaves continue to loiter like little rats on my …show more content…
My pointed ears find their focus; listening to how the rings of her chainmail scrape and ring sharply against each other. Caution and care are thrown completely to the eastern wind. Yawning and stretching oh so casually, is she not aware of my presence? Is not aware that I may bear down on her like ravenous beast? She is making this far too easy for me, yes, even if I were to put my eyes to rest she still could be found. Yes, she's taking her time; stretching her legs and arms as if she had awoken from a great and tranquil slumber. Now she goes for a nearby tree, thinking herself far away enough from her dirt ridden companions to lower her leggings and squat like a scout while she relieves herself on the