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Volpe settles down, but doesn't give voice to anything he spoke with Jack about, Jack was an old friend and despite his trust for the group he didn't want anymore trouble on account of his past. He does as bidden by the Teacher, lacking his usually sly remarks, and settles down before long sleeping heavily from the herbs he ingested.
Volpe gives a loud laugh and then wheezes as his injury flares up, his injury doesn't stop him from smiling broadly at Jacks comment. "You have come a long way my friend, I will have to remember that for when I return! Sadly it rings true though, a young headstrong knight and his equally headstrong, impatient destrier. What could go wrong?" As he thought of Jacks other words he frowns. "My teacher once told me that 'When you make your bed, you must lie in it.' I ran from my troubles and the caravan kept me on the move, which made it easier to avoid anyone finding me. I couldn't run forever though and..." He pauses for a moment, holding the belt of his horses saddle as he saw the belt had been restitched. He sighed and continued pulling the saddle off. "In truth my friend, I don't wish to leave and I had hoped I had more time. If I don't leave though more trouble will come and it will only get worse from here. For everyone's sake I must go, but! I plan on returning once this is done, can't have you lot making a name for yourselves while I sift through the political mire that is Restov."
Volpe gave Jack a tired smile, he patted Bein on the shoulder as he walked his horse to the stables with his old caravan friend. After a few steps Volpe shakes his head. "The boy is so headstrong, hopefully you can keep him in line while I am gone old friend. You did well back there by the way."
Volpe bows his head to Lord Finnabar appreciatively and respectfully. "Thank you Lord Finnabar, it is more then I deserve and I hope to return to aid all of you again once more when this is sorted out." He moves up alongside Bein and places a hand on the young cavalier's shoulder as he leans in and whispers something to him. It is then that Bein relaxes some, but remains looking straight at Kesten and ignoring the the blades and the sounds of crossbowmen adjusting their aim. Volpe looks to Kesten then and speaks 'politely'. "We just spent days traveling with strange creatures flying overhead, a large spider and fighting some blasted thing called an 'owl-bear', so forgive the lad this once."
Volpe nods thankfully to his friend Jack, he was to tired to to try and convince the young cavalier of anything. Especially when he obviously believed they had been wronged. He did however take advantage of the steel wall that Bein imposed between him and his soon to be guards. He gave the Teacher a weak smile as she spoke up and he looked to Kesten as he added. "Its not like I can get far in this condition, besides you have my horse." When he sees no one is laughing at the joke, he stops smiling.
Volpe staggers over and places a hand on the young Cavaliers armored arm, as he tried to defuse the situation. "Don't do this Bein, this is not your fight. It is mine and mine alone, please put away your sword." He gives the others a pleading look as Bein continues holding his blade steadily. "Bein, drawing on official is against the laws of Restov."
Volpe nods to Jack, knowing is fellow Caravan Guard better then anyone, he also hides his smirk at Bein's last comment. Trying not to smirk in the Teachers direction, he hides it with a well timed cough.
If Bluff DC is beaten~:
Volpe is hiding his discomfort as his injuries continue to bother him, he's obviously trying not to slow the group down. With a gruffness in his voice Volpe nods in agreement with Bein. "With Torches we can ride until its too dark and then move on foot, sound plan. You up for leading Jack?"
Volpe kneeled in the cramped lookout space, as everyone remained distracted with talks down below. He eased himself into a sitting position as he rubbed his battered ribs, sadly the rough riding had worsened his injuries. Whether it was a temporary pain or going to continue to worsen was to be seen. He continued to peer between the branches with his bow nearby as he tried to relax up in the guardpost. "I am too old for this... Blasted ribs..."
"I'll watch from up there!" Volpe, seeing an opportunity, leaps at the chance to save his aching ribs and get off his horse. He dismounts under one of the stands and quickly climbs up onto one of the two guardposts taking up a defensive position with his bow drawn with an arrow nocked.
Volpe looks at where the two treestands were, as he searched for possible assailants waiting to strike. His horse wickers nervously as it side steps, unused to the sudden tension and emotions from its rider. "I'll cover you while you figure out who that is!"
Volpe remained stoic in his attempts to not wheeze with every jolt as he spurred his horse into a gallop after the young Cavalier and his allies. He had his bow readied and an arrow nocked just in case they ran into trouble, he was also wary of the Pterans that could still be mucking about above them or hidden away in the treetops. As they rounded the bend he couldn't help but stiffen up from anticipation and then grunt as his wounded muscles protested. "B@@+#%+s to this, I should have stayed in bed..." he mutters quietly to himself.
Volpe grimaces at the thought of the last man she chastised with a well aimed staff blow. "No Marm, no impertinence or blasphemy here. Besides you don't anger the hand that's sewing your wounds shut or else they may stitch your lip for good measure."
With his adrenaline fading, Volpe was keenly aware of his injuries again and even more so when everyone started to talk about it. He started to rise when Xarafine approached, mainly to protest that he was fine. But he was betrayed by an injured rib and quite quickly sat back down. "Can't remember when a Lady asked me to remove my shirt, you didn't even buy me dinner..." He smiles broadly and quickly follows his previous words with an apology. "Forgive me Teacher, just trying to lighten the mood." He removes his armor and shirt with a few grimaces. "That is the last time I sword fight a beast!"
As Volpe rode up to join the freshly started picket line, he fixed his blunted arrow and then slung his bow over his shoulder. After he dismounted and started pulling the saddle off his horse he looked to the thick overhead canopy with a wary eye. "Looks like we will be doin two man watches tonight eh Jack? If these creatures can get us from on high, then a single rope could take down a lone sentry. Best to have two of us, extra long watches. Just in case." After setting his gear down Volpe went about the task of ready a fire and finding some roots to make the iron rations a little more bearable.
Volpe held his position at the back of the formation as Bein rode past him and took up the rearguard. He nodded to jack and gave him a small smile as his half-elven friend rode to the fore. "Show us what you got my friend! We'll cover you from back here, where its safe." Volpe chuckled as he mean't the last part of his words more as a joke. As Jack moved to his new position, volpe did something unexpected,he removed the arrow head from his arrow and placed it in his belt pouch. "It'll hurt them worst then a blunted arrow but at least it won't penetrate as easily. Besides I can fix it later if need be." With that he nocked the, now blunted, arrow and prepared for what came next...
Volpe shook his head at Jack's rueful smile. "True but we still left our share of corpses even then, so what is the difference? Best keep our eyes forward my friend, lets not be looking behind. Maybe we should have left sooner then we did. But what can we do now? Its done and past. Besides your a father now so better keep an eye on that egg." Volpe gives Jack a sly wink and a good natured smile despite the rolling in his stomach. He didn't like the odds or the Cavaliers attitude, his teacher wouldn't have approved... Volpe pointedly looked towards Bein as he scolded the young knight. "At least you admit it young Cavalier but you still lack the discipline to keep your lip buttoned. Instead of focusing on them being savages, how about we think of them as potential allies. So if this comes to blows, you better be leaving more of them alive then dead and maybe, just maybe, we can salvage this like the Teacher said..." As he finished the young cavalier seemed to react as he expected, just before Bein burst to the fore of the formation. With Bein moving to take point, Volpe was content to follow at the rear with Jack. With an arrow nocked and a firm draw on his bow Volpe prepared himself for the worst.
Volpe kept the arrow nocked as he followed Jack out the front door and headed for the horses as Bein was quickly trying to get them saddled. "Sometimes I wonder why we left the Caravan, Jack. This is exciting but sometimes I wish we weren't neck deep in mud so to speak. At least we got some pretty bobbles for our trouble." He kept his bow aimed high as he descended the stairs, he was still prepared to fight if the Pterans made a move on them. In fact he expected them to do so and soon....
Hiding easily in the shadows of the ancient stone doorway with his bow drawn and an arrow nocked, Volpe watched with a grim look upon his brow as Bein moved to secure their mounts. "That knight is going to get himself killed always being first like that, I guess thats why he prefers so much armor... Don't forget your egg there Jack." He nods in the direction of the bundle on the stone floor next to their long extinguished fire. "Don't worry old friend, I've got an eye on these creatures and if they make the mistake of coming for our man Bein. They will be one fewer for their folly..."
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