Come the first light, Darir and Triarius were out in their new territory. Not patrolling as such, since such a duty would pretty pointless at present, more exploring. It made good sense to become familiar with the surrounding area of their hall and fortalice.
Normally Triarius would remain with Metellus, although with his injuries it was deemed best to leave him at base under heavy guard. A 700-pound guard to be precise, although precisions was not one of the qualities of said guard. Next to no one had come through this area, apparently for a long time, as the streets and buildings were quite obviously deserted.
And walking along, next to nobody, was a strange-looking woman carrying a small figure in her arms. Seeing others in such deserted quarters merited attention, and at least a passing interest.
Blond hair does very little to conceal night black horns, and closer inspection discovered bizarre inhuman coloured eyes, a mixture of golden and orange. Detracting from the beauty of her face were tapered fangs that any vampire would be proud of. Combined with her seductive figure, there was more than a touch of the infernal in her features.
As for the figure in her arms, it was quite obvious what that was. A baby! The blue skin was rather odd, but Triarius and Darir had taken the Oath of Valour, and there was no way that either would leave a small child in the grasp of a demoness.
So they approached, quite calmly at first, although with a small space apart, to allow them to more easily flank their target. Once very near, little more than reaching distance, they stepped to opposite sides of her to cover any escape, and signalled with a nod that now was the time to draw their weapons.
An axe came from a loop in the dwarf's belt, and the man drew a mid-length sword, pointing with it menacingly.
"Stop right there, demon." ordered the human, a swarthy-skinned man with short hair, garbed in a stout metal breastplate with shoulder pieces attatched by hinges, as well as metal pieces covering his shins and forearms, and a hinged metal skirt over his upper legs. Those with any familiarity with the Empire would recognise this as an Imperial design of armour.
Reinforcing that was a comment from the other one, a short fellow with stout limbs who seemed even more heavily armoured than his comrade. This one was wearing full solid steel, which appeared to interlock in places. The limbs were interlocked, and the torso was made of joined metal pieces, but they did not connect with each other. Attatched to one arm appeared to be portable steel wall, near the same size as the dwarf himself. "We be taking ye back to base, and ye can tell us what fate ye had in store for that poor child."
One thankful feature of the position of their weapons was that they were clearly held away from the child itself.
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