Questioning Fate

- -The Bramble Wood,
Very Near Jocelynn's Inn,
Early Morning, 1 DSTR- -

Ponce stared up at the sky, awaiting what he assumed would be the end. But it didn't come. Not yet, at least.

"What was that all about?"

Ponce's head was on a swivel. He was expecting a bolt, perhaps of fire or lighting, and received voice instead. Perhaps fate would have more in store for him.

Despite the voice being telepathic, he spoke aloud.

"Sorcerer, is that you?" The person in question was not within his peripheral vision, and the discomfort that it brought the knight caused him to wrestle his torso up, so that he was sitting rather than laying.

"I've always felt as if I didn't belong among the ranks of the Verden Army. Now I see that among my "colleagues", the feeling was mutual."

He stared down at the ground, and then his own hands.

"It's because of what I am. If I was more capable...then maybe..."

He signed, tightening his hands into fists.

"Ay...it no longer matters. I'm too weak, and too tired. Every man that I once called an ally now lies dead, and I guess I'm next. Desgraciado."

His eyes rose to the sky once more. Still, he was not convinced that he would leave the woods alive, and if death awaited him, he would welcome it. But if there were gods up above, and if those gods had a plan for him, Ponce imagined that it would be an undeniably more pleasant experience than dying on the forest floor.