944 FE, Septembus - Early Morning
The guards did not rise to the gnome's bait. These four did not seem to be the kind that could easily be swayed by taunting or other such acts. They had the air of being professional soldiers tasked with guarding the barge just as much as keeping watch of you new Black Company recruits.
But in the end one turned to the cabin. "Them recruits of yours are getting hungry!"
"Breakfast will be damn well ready when it's ready! And they are not MY recruits, " came the reply in female voice. There was more clatter from the cabin.
A couple of chuckles came from the guards at that response.
"Hehe, well Ataxia, I've heard the same thing as well. But it's better than losing your head, eh?"
The man shifted in his sitting position, stretching his legs as much as the chains allow. He rested his back against the barge's side. He looked to Oz and then to the others in turn as he told them his name.
"The names Cynric. I uh...just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. But now it seems in the right place, but the time...eh, we shall see."
Cynric looked at the Minotaur with an appraising eye. "I would have paid to see that as well. Them guards breaking their hands."
About this time there was a flap of wings as large bird flew by. In seconds, a large black crow landed on the gunwale of the barge. It cawed a few times as it shifted over until it was directly over the 6th prisoner. It cawed again and then eyed the rest of you.
"What the?" cried Cynric as he looked at the bird.