(Hey guys, so while I was still in the approval process I figured id do a little RPing on here. If you read this and like and would like to join in, by all means do so :) my request is only that you stay in the story )
William reigned his horse in, letting the beast rest for a while as he ran his haand through his sweat matted, cool brown hair. His steed let out a greatful knicker before lowering it's head to snack on some grass, it's chewing made awkward by the bit in it's mouth. William let out a long drawn out sigh and reached for his wineskin hesitantly before moving over it and lifting his waterskin to his mouth. A swig of wine would have been very welcome. The road had been long and hot, and the only company he had was Demon, his horse. Still though, William found he had been relying on the wine a lot nowadays, after all it was the only thing fighting back the memories and helping sleep. Even if a crippling headache ensued the next morning.
William finished his drink and only when he leveled his head did he realize he was no longer alone. On the hill ahead of him a rider sat atop his horse, bathed in red shadow from the setting sun behind him. Rarely do commoners travel alone, not since the crusades had began, the church calls for every sword in christiandom to rally to the holy land. The lack of available men-at-arms has made the less pious individuals prey on the weak. No commoners only travled with sellswords, or knighted bodygaurds and rarely on horseback unless they were noblemen. Perhaps the war had changed the young knight, made him more weary, more paranoid, but the presence of this new rider made William anxious. Ever the calm warrior though, William did not let it show. Steadily and slowly he lowered his waterskin and rested his hand on the pommel of his sword, he then kicked Demon into a trot towards the unknown rider, letting his armor clank together noisily perhaps to try and deter any sort of confrontation.
As he made his way to the top of the hill he noted that although the rider was armed, he wasn't heavily armored, nor ready. The rider's sword was strapped to the back of his horse, only his bow was on his person. The only armor he donned was a boiled leather jerkin that neither fit him, but it wasn't donned properly as well. He was a young man, even to the young knight approaching him, maybe 17 at the oldest. Still the way he held himself on the horse made William know he had at least some skill. William reigned his horse in about ten yards away and waited. The boy was studying him as well before he called out, "Hail, Ser Knight," he started holding up his right hand in a gesture of good intention, "With the way the day has gone, I hadn't expected to see another traveler. I'm called Hector, and if it please you, Ser Knight, what is your name?"
Relieved, William pulled his hand from his sword. This boy meant him no harm, and even if he did, he was still a green boy, probably never even seen real combat. William wasn't about to kill another innocent like him, not again. "William of Leon." He replied back, his tone obvious that he wanted no conversation with this boy.
"It's a pleasure, milord." The boy said, vibrant green eyes wide.
"I'm no lord." William replied, spurring his horse back into action. The boy kicked his own to follow quickly.
"Aye, I'm sorry milord, I mean Ser William. What brings you on the roads? Forgive me for being so intrusive but your accent is a bit...er...strange, where is it you're from?" Hector said, seemingly oblivious to the fact the Knight did not want his company.
"France." Was his reply.
"Oh! A Frank, Aye, I see it now. You're a long way from home, are you a crusading Knight?