"Hello old friend!" Mazorith cheerfully proclaims, "Its been a long time..."

"Really long...I thought you died...but look now the highest knight in the land is but you!! How did you manage that one?!?"

"All I can truly say is a great gift from fate! What have you been doing lately? still the same rogue?"

"NO! no long cleaned up from that. Just what all us serfs are now...woking the fields...I never was a good rogue.  Otherwise I would still be at it!" his friend boasted

"You were a great Bard Bronic...I never could have stole so many coin purses without your help.  I miss the old taverns, castle dinners are always so dull.  Nothing like seeing the wenches trying to get ring out all the money from those drunks."

"Your in the castle though!! You have the best wenches!!!"

"No..I have the greatest love..."

"Mazorith..in love???" Bronic looked puzzled, "Who might these maid be?"

"........Gwynne" Mazorith answered low.

"The princess and YOU!?! Even after she has known your past?"

"Yes...Like I said 'fate gifted me"

"Sir! Scouts report that fog is settling all around us.  What do you advise?" A warrior reported

...Mazorith pondered..."Well from other reports we know that the east is heading this way.  So we set up camp here.  50-60 feet east of this point I want to station some archers and warriors.  The same with the west.  Peasants, warriors, and myself will be at the main camp.  a group of scouts shall go north to watch for the coming army, and one scout shall report to the king of out condition!"

Before you could blink everyone did what was needed.  One large camp with two surronding camps. scouts in place and people resting but on full alert.  The fog...crawled in...

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