Turncoats

13 Leo

Boco had only just joined our team, and we pressed on to Zeirchele falls, where, on the bridge spanned over the falls, we saw them. Delita was shielding Ovelia from knights of the order of the Northern Sky and surrounded by the bodies of knights already fallen to his sword, accusing the remaining ones of wanting to assassinate the princess and he refused to let that happen.

Of course, Agrias could not stand idly by and betrayed our presence by shouting out to the princess. It was then that it became clear why Gaff had been going the same way all this time. The bastard turned on us more quickly than a goblin on the Mandalia plains would turn on anyone carrying Gil. He was in the employ of the Northern Sky, he claimed, it was what he was hired for. It was what we were all hired for; he reminded us as he enticed us to follow the Northern Sky’s orders to kill Agrias and her knights and leave no witness standing.

Thankfully, Ramza refused. The memory of Tietra’s death was far too recent in all of our minds, and Ramza had since left his brothers behind. He refused to be part in their games and would certainly not follow orders that reeked of his brother’s influence.

Off to Lionel!

Ovelia quickly found her way to Agrias’s side as we all turned on Gaffgarion and pounced on him until the coward teleported away! Fine then, we turned on the order itself, and they were quickly dispatched. But then, Delita warned us. We had now made an enemy of the entire order of the Northern Sky and Duke Larg answered to the queen. They would be upon us soon and we’d have few places left to turn. Even Duke Goltanna would sacrifice us to keep himself safe. Ovelia would be safer with him, Delita argued. But Agrias would not allow the princess to leave her side again, and Delita finally conceded to leaving her in our care for a while longer.

After he left, Agrias suggested that he was right. We would have no one to turn to. But we could seek shelter in the church of Glabados, it rules in Lionel. The Northern Order would not be able to reach us there. Thus it was decided. We would go to Lionel.

Boco would undoubtedly come in handy, I decided and hugged the feathery floof.

I am Bathsua, squire on the run, and these are my memoirs.