Eliad grumbled as he glanced down at his robe, mainly of the torn area. He had made sure that he was at his camp before he had undone his robe.
"I should've been ore smart of what to use as a temporary bandage..," muttered Eliad. "Now would I fix this...?" He sighed and set his robe right, "Might as well get it fixed tomorrow.
Iriul, or better known as Gamber to Eliad, swung his foot over Gambit's neck, dismounting with the grace of an auroch, grunting as his botts hit the ground.
"Eve'," greeted Iriul.
Eliad glanced over towards Iriul before standing up.
"O-Oh, hello, Mister Gamber," replied Iriul.
"Met that big fellar at the inn," said Iriul. "The one with the accent... Told me you went off to sleep."
"Y-Yes...," said Eliad. "I...camp out here. I don't want to trouble anyone else..."
"Figured it'd do me well for peace of mind to check on you," said Iriul.
"You're not...still upset?" asked Eliad, keeping his gaze on him while tilting his head to the side.
Iriul brushed his hood back and ruffled through his hair, pulling the scarf down to his chin as well.
"Upset?" repeated Iriul. "No, no. Worried, more like. Told you, someone gets that wrong or figures you for a spy you'd be hanged on the spot..!"
Eliad cast his gaze over towards the water before nodding.
"True...," said Eliad. "They wouldn't listen to my story. That's why I don't tell anyone and be...me."
Iriul took a good broad stance next to him, half a foot back. He tightened his gauntlets absentmindedly while drawing in the cold air.
"Well, I'd not mention it all if I was you...," said Iriul, peering up to the hill on the other side. "Lest my eyes lie to me, you're being watched here."
He pointed up to the far hill across the lake between the trees.
"Figures," said Eliad, sighing as he turned toward the hill. "It's probably that man from earlier. He just doesn't know when to give up..."
Iriul took a step to the side behind Eliad, going to lock his arm around the man's neck and force it tight around with his other arm - a stranglehold that, if successful, wouldn't take more than a few seconds to cost him consciousness. Eliad gasped sharply as he was pulled into a lock. Before he would have a chance to break free, he fell into unconsciousness, falling forward. His last thoughts were of her and that he didn't get to give her the token yet.
Iriul hushed Eliad down as he gently lowered him down on the ground - making sure the man was out, but breathing, before he brushes himself off and whistled for his horse. He pulled him to a spare leather bristle, acting in stead of a rope as he tied Eliad's hands behind his back, and treaded a cloth sack over his head.
