It was surprising how much the bootheels hitting the cobblestones sounded like the pounding of the gavel, the cloaked figure thought to himself as he made his way down the streets of the busy little coastal city. He thought back on the meeting of the high council, pondering why it was they sent him of all people on the detail that was usually reserved for newer knights....and why did they decide to send two fresh faced young ones with him today' Curious indeed. Bennet paused to check over his shoulder to ensure both knights were within sight, and his hand reflexively went up to his face to rub over the area where his moustache would have rested, had he not been ordered to cut it off prior to undertaking this assignment.
He didn't like the feeling....and the assignment felt a bit off as well.
Passing from the storefronts and out onto the wharves, the elder knight paused to allow Jacob and Rennald rejoin him before the trio made their way towards their charge. Bennet's mind drifted back to the tribunal's meeting in which they assigned him the task of arresting a known fugitive. Knowing better than to question the orders, and especially knowing that rebuking the assistance he was given, Bennet grudgingly nodded and departed the great hall with his two eager charges close at heel. Those two are going to be trouble....and certainly haven't ceased with the mindless prattle that only a newly crested knight can spout. Time to put a quick end to this right now. Bennet turned to address both men.
"Alright knights, here's how this will work," he started, pulling the parchment out his pocket. "We are to board the ship "Starstruck Siren" and take the fugitive Joshua Beckworth, he's been known to act as the boatswain aboard said ship. You men are to follow my lead at all times. At ALL times, is that understood?"
Both men nodded the affirmative, and added a pretty halfhearted "yes, sir." after the fact. A point Bennet made sure to note for the report that was sure to follow. The men wound their way down the docks, searching for the ship in question. Passing along rows of cargo to be loaded or offloaded (Bennet never could tell, ships weren't ever his favorite modes of transportation), the men came to the back of a decent sized ship named the "Starstruck Siren." Bennet shook his head silently as the ship's lines slacked and tightened with the swells of the water, and the quiet groans of the timbers.
"Let's go." The three ascended the gangplank with Bennet at the fore, and at the top they were quickly halted by what the elder knight figured was a master-at-arms. The burly sailor stood in front of the knights with his arms folded across his chest as he stared down the trio.
"Whaddaya want, this ain't some sightseein' vessel here. Either spit it out now, or git off the Siren." This was off to a great start. So much for quick and quiet.
"We've a dispatch here for one Joshua Beckworth. We'd appreciate it if you would point him out, or present him here to us," Bennet spoke quietly, careful not to give away any clues as to their identities or their mission at hand.
Another large man who nearly dwarfed the one talking approached the trio. His thick arms uncrossed as he looked at Bennet, his brow furrowing in slight recognition. Bennet frowned, not quite sure why the big man looked vaguely familiar. "Three o' you pretty lads to deliver one dispatch?" The master-at-arms growled. "Must be something right impressive, or at least heavy. You lads can leave it wit' me, an' I'll see he gits it."
Another large man who nearly dwarfed the one talking approached the trio. His thick arms uncrossed as he looked at Bennet, his brow furrowing in slight recognition. Bennet frowned, not quite sure why the big man looked vaguely familiar. "Three o' you pretty lads to deliver one dispatch?" The master-at-arms growled. "Must be something right impressive, or at least heavy. You lads can leave it wit' me, an' I'll see he gits it."