You would think a couple traitors in a civilized country like Ronerawth would find it harder to move away from an arid land, find some horses, and integrate into society again to meet up with some fellow traitors. Surpringly this is completely not the case. In fact our journey was very uneventful following getting out of the dust storm. We did see some of the Ronerawth military, but they appeared to be chasing some guys on horses (most likely prisoners) and paid us no attention.
It was probably some kind of great cosmic joke that the "Patriots" that the Prince was associated with were based out of Rolak. I mean the city had once already been the scene of traitors (at this point they actually were patriots) that through their siege had actually caused a revolution. So perhaps that was the thought behind the modern day morons that now lead the charge here. I have to say I was a bit thankful the idiots were meeting away from my shops part of town, because the Ronerawth military wasn't exactly known for their precise dealing with militants and if property was going to get damaged I didn't want it to be my damn shop (even though I wasn't listed as the owner anymore, I still made quite a bit of money from sales).
The "Patriots" (you'll see why I keep putting this in quotes in just a moment) were based out of a spice warehouse (naturally). It was funny to me, but they were actually still selling spices out of the warehouse, so its not like it was just a front, they were truely spice salesman! Now I'm not an idiot (despite many many entries to the contrary obviously), but I could see immediately why this group was concerned with Taxes. Spices in Ronerawth were a premium, and the taxes on them were extremely high because of their premium status (especially foreign spices), so these spice merchants, feeling the pinch (HA!) decided to start a war to lower their burden. It was hilarious in its selfish stupidity.
"Prince you are safe!" The leader of this band was a girthy man who didn't look like he could even hold a weapon let alone fire one. He moved so slow and with such deliberate motion it took him several minutes to make it from one side of a room to another. His clothing (which looked ratty despite being fairly wealthy) was a brown shirt with sweat stains, dirty apron, and slacks stretched to their breaking point. I'll admit upon seeing him my first thought was he was going to be decapitated by the hanging (because I'm sick).
"Martin! These men rescued me and our willing to add to our cause!" He was pleased to see me, but I could see the way he and his men had looked and Leland, they were not happy to see him. Hating shorties is something a lot of Ronerawth citizens did, I have no idea why really (I'm not a huge fan of the little buggers, but thats more on individual basis, not like a whole group hatred).
"Trezlan Lorentino, I've heard of you." I didn't realize the hand motion, but I did feel the club that collided with the back of my skull and brought me to my knees. The sound of shackles locking around my wrists was also an indication that things just went from bad to worse, as if things for me ever go some other way.
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