Nodding once, he turned on his heel, dismissing himself, thinking about the process that he'd have to take. At least one day of observation, memorizing the servant's scedual, a day of planning, and another day to actually carry out his plan.
"I understand," he replied, looking more serious as be thought about how he'd pull this off. He was used to blood poisoning, not food poisoning. Maybe he could get her scraped by something? Make it look like an accident?"
The blonde flipped off his deep hood, sprinting up the stairs to the room effortlessly, worried about what kind of assighnment the queen had in mind, and hoped that it didn't pertain to Jenel's whereabouts.
(Sup)
Heleman raced Ancard down the road to the castle, hood over head, hiding his face. He leaned forward, urging the horse to a higher speed, testing it's speed, which so far, didn't even come close to its endurance.
"I can always use an extra spleen."
#ReddQuotes
(This is going on my list of character quotes, right up there next to "Now shut up and think about food," and "When feeding Americans, you can never go wrong with Chinese.")
The blonde at the table stood up, brushing off his pants, (which, in fact, had nothing on them), then went to go outside after Jenel. "Well, I am afraid that I won't be staying overnight. I tend to prefer my own bed, my saddle, or the open ground." He turned around, moving out the door...
Heleman had taken a seat in one of the chairs, and sat lowly in it, his legs sticking out, crossed, and his arms folded. At Katrina's stare, he smiled and broke the eye contact, making a mental not to watch this one. She didn't seem like the one that would have much patience.
Heleman nodded and went to his horse, tied in the small stable. Ancard stepped in place a few times, as if telling his rider to hurry up, then whinnied impatiently. "Alright, ye big baby," the blonde muttered, undoing the halter, then easily swinging onto the horse, going after Jenel.