Turns out blasting the crap out of a dusty plain tends to cause a dust storm. I know crazy right? Now it could have just been a lucky break for my small crew or what have you, but even if they were planning on checking to see if they splattered us, the dust storm howling above our crater made that almost impossible. It also made leaving hard, because they might actually be out there, and the dust storm would make walking off a cliff, into an ambush, or travel in general, a real bitch.
"So we're going to just die here?" Leland again being his so optimistic self.
"We aren't going to die, well I'm not going to die, you two definately will, but thats a long term thing." Sometimes I have to remind others of their mortality and my lack of it, because well I'm a dick.
"Trezlan I thank you for saving me from execution, but whats the point if we die out here?" The prince, who's voice sounded hoarse from the running for his life and being out of shape (damn Monarchs and their lives of luxury).
"We aren't dying out here, we are waiting this out this storm, then we'll meet up with Leland's circus and start to working on getting your name cleared for treason." I had a plan, there's always a plan with me, even a bad plan, is still a plan!
"One problem with that." The Prince of course just couldn't accept my glorious plan, he had to gum it up with facts.
"Oh yeah whats that?"
"I am guilty of treason." I could see Leland slamming his palm into his face pretty hard. I had to keep my contempt in check. I'd figured he was stupid, easily lead (hell look at how I got into his good graces to begin with!) but treasonous? Thats beyond stupid and easily lead! That's suicidal and brain dead! Needless to say our problem just got a whole lot worse. Because we just went from accused traitors, to actually being real ones. Something you'd think there'd be a bigger warning about or something right?
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