He’s going to want to do something heroic, Kwestor thought. I’ll never be able to talk him into going back to Greatbridge now, and I’m going to have to go along with him.
Sometimes he just could not understand people. They always tried to change the inevitable. Even in those rare cases in which some poor sod actually succeeded in knocking down a tree by banging his head on it, it would just grow back anyway. Why go through all the pointless effort?
He felt an aura of impending doom in the air. Mornings like this with a clear sky and bright sun always made him suspect nature might be intentionally teasing people to come outside so it could rain on them.
Well, I suppose it’s my job, he said to himself. I serve at the pleasure of the Crown. The common people are just tools for the nobility, after all, to use as they see fit. I’ll do my best to protect him. We’ll both probably be killed of course.
Even this represented more of an observation than a complaint because no matter what happened, he knew they would both end up dead eventually anyway. No one ever got out of life alive.