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Oscar felt uncomfortable with the silence of his current situation. A naked bishop of Gwyn was unconscious next to him, and Baker had still yet to return. So, realizing it would be a while for either of those facts to change, Oscar reached into a pouch on his surcoat and pulled out a deck of cards. Solitaire is a play off of solitary, after all. And so, the knight began shuffling the deck. After an uncertain amount of time, he heard Havel grunt, and saw him sit up out of the corner of his eye.
"Where... Where am I?"
"Ah, you woke up. You're in the Undead Burg, good bishop."
Havel shook his head.
"Bishop... No more. Need... Move." He looked around for his armor, and, seeing it, made his way towards it, only to collapse inches from it.
"Easy, easy. You need your rest."
"No... Banished. Must... Return... To tower."
"I'm sorry, Havel, but I'm afraid we won't be going anywhere for a while. Sit a bit, let's play fish."
He looked back at Oscar, glaring a little, before sighing.
"Fine."
The two played for an indeterminate amount of time, only stopping when the sound of metal on metal made the two of them jump.

Oscar immediately looked up, seeing Baker on the upper floor of the room, waving. Oscar waved back, noticing that the makeshift knight had an actual knight with him, if not a little sillily dressed. His greathelm with a red feather was normal enough, as was the chain and iron combinations, and the image of the sun on the front of said tunic would have been fine, if not for the face on it. What level of foresight could possibly excuse befriending such a silly looking man?
Oscar's thoughts were cut short when the two slid down the ladder.
"Solaire, this is Oscar. He's a countryman of yours."
Baker then gestured towards the naked Havel.
"This is Havel, though, you might not recognize him without his armor."
Havel grunts in acknowledgement.
"He isn't much of a talker after being stuck in a tower for many years until today."
Solaire nods. "I can understand that." The sunbro puts his hand out to Oscar first.
"It's good to meet another from Astora. And one with such high rank at that!"
Solaire was referring to Oscar's armor, which was of high quality only befitting of an Elite Knight. Reluctantly, Oscar shook his hand.
"It is good to meet a countryman."

Solaire then sat with Havel, asking a few questions while Baker and Oscar discussed Baker's "Foresight".
"The sun has a face! The man couldn't be any sillier if he tried!"
"Oscar, trust me when I say his looks are misleading. The man can chuck lightning, and has done inhuman things using nothing but ordinary armor and weapons. Then again, the lightning must help."
"But he carries himself in such a cocky manner!"
"Do you really think that?"
"Well, I-I... Alright, fine. I don't trust him. He seems far too... Jolly, at least for the setting he's in."
"I can assure you, with all levels of foresight I can muster, he is genuinely that happy this early in the quest. I won't delve much deeper than that, as no-one should know too much about a comrade's fate, but, just, give the man a chance."
Oscar sighed.
"Very well, I can at least promise that."
"Thanks, pally."
Oscar lightly shoved the makeshift knight to the floor. "Don't call me that."

After sometime of bicker and banter, Baker rose, thinking.
"Something on your mind, friend?"
Baker turned to Solaire and responded: "There's something I must do, but I'm unsure if I should go solo or take someone with..."
Oscar raised his hand. "Havel and I were in a good game of fish before you and Solaire arrived. Surely we could just keep playing, Solaire in as well, while you accomplish your needs?"
Baker nodded. "Alrighty. I'm off, then."
He climbed up the ladder, and was out of sight for a few minutes. It wasn't long before a sound of a roar and steel slashing flesh was heard, followed by the roar of flames, followed by a girly shriek, followed by Baker popping out of the bonfire, holding a claymore in his hand, scaring all present. It was Solaire who spoke up.
"I take it the drake returned and cooked you to death?"
"Y-yeah, but I did nab this sword..." He gestured with the claymore, the blade and top of the crossguard singed black. The top half of Baker's armor was a charred grey, the paint on his shield cracked. This time Havel spoke up.
"Try... Again?"

Baker rose again, strapping his shield to his back, gripping the claymore in both hands.
"That bastard has my souls. I'd be an imbecile not to."
Baker climbed up yet again, this time the crew down below heard a variety of sounds. Squeals, battlecries, curses, iron falling heavily onto the floor, and, after a while, one final scream before the entire party felt an influx of souls. Baker returned, triumphant and grinning from under his charred helmet. This time Oscar spoke.
"I suppose the beast tasted your blade?"
Baker removed his helmet, showing just how wide his grin was.
"He choked on it, too!"
Baker sat at the bonfire, crushing the soul items he had gained up until that point, and began allocating them into his strength, intelligence, faith, and endurance. He figured vitality could wait until later.
Oscar, realizing he had yet to strengthen himself at all as well, sat down, taking more time in his choice, deciding on strength and faith, to increase the damage of his holy blade. Baker was off yet again.

As he left, Oscar turned to Solaire. "So... What's with the sun on your chest?"

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Oscar felt uncomfortable with the silence of his current situation. A naked bishop of Gwyn was unconscious next to him, and Baker had still yet to return. So, realizing it would be a while for either of those facts to change, Oscar reached into a pouch on his surcoat and pulled out a deck of cards. Solitaire is a play off of solitary, after all. And so, the knight began shuffling the deck. After an uncertain amount of time, he heard Havel grunt, and saw him sit up out of the corner of his eye.
"Where... Where am I?"
"Ah, you woke up. You're in the Undead Burg, good bishop."
Havel shook his head.
"Bishop... No more. Need... Move." He looked around for his armor, and, seeing it, made his way towards it, only to collapse inches from it.
"Easy, easy. You need your rest."
"No... Banished. Must... Return... To tower."
"I'm sorry, Havel, but I'm afraid we won't be going anywhere for a while. Sit a bit, let's play fish."
He looked back at Oscar, glaring a little, before sighing.
"Fine."
The two played for an indeterminate amount of time, only stopping when the sound of metal on metal made the two of them jump.

Oscar immediately looked up, seeing Baker on the upper floor of the room, waving. Oscar waved back, noticing that the makeshift knight had an actual knight with him, if not a little sillily dressed. His greathelm with a red feather was normal enough, as was the chain and iron combinations, and the image of the sun on the front of said tunic would have been fine, if not for the face on it. What level of foresight could possibly excuse befriending such a silly looking man?
Oscar's thoughts were cut short when the two slid down the ladder.
"Solaire, this is Oscar. He's a countryman of yours."
Baker then gestured towards the naked Havel.
"This is Havel, though, you might not recognize him without his armor."
Havel grunts in acknowledgement.
"He isn't much of a talker after being stuck in a tower for many years until today."
Solaire nods. "I can understand that." The sunbro puts his hand out to Oscar first.
"It's good to meet another from Astora. And one with such high rank at that!"
Solaire was referring to Oscar's armor, which was of high quality only befitting of an Elite Knight. Reluctantly, Oscar shook his hand.
"It is good to meet a countryman."

Solaire then sat with Havel, asking a few questions while Baker and Oscar discussed Baker's "Foresight".
"The sun has a face! The man couldn't be any sillier if he tried!"
"Oscar, trust me when I say his looks are misleading. The man can chuck lightning, and has done inhuman things using nothing but ordinary armor and weapons. Then again, the lightning must help."
"But he carries himself in such a cocky manner!"
"Do you really think that?"
"Well, I-I... Alright, fine. I don't trust him. He seems far too... Jolly, at least for the setting he's in."
"I can assure you, with all levels of foresight I can muster, he is genuinely that happy this early in the quest. I won't delve much deeper than that, as no-one should know too much about a comrade's fate, but, just, give the man a chance."
Oscar sighed.
"Very well, I can at least promise that."
"Thanks, pally."
Oscar lightly shoved the makeshift knight to the floor. "Don't call me that."

After sometime of bicker and banter, Baker rose, thinking.
"Something on your mind, friend?"
Baker turned to Solaire and responded: "There's something I must do, but I'm unsure if I should go solo or take someone with..."
Oscar raised his hand. "Havel and I were in a good game of fish before you and Solaire arrived. Surely we could just keep playing, Solaire in as well, while you accomplish your needs?"
Baker nodded. "Alrighty. I'm off, then."
He climbed up the ladder, and was out of sight for a few minutes. It wasn't long before a sound of a roar and steel slashing flesh was heard, followed by the roar of flames, followed by a girly shriek, followed by Baker popping out of the bonfire, holding a claymore in his hand, scaring all present. It was Solaire who spoke up.
"I take it the drake returned and cooked you to death?"
"Y-yeah, but I did nab this sword..." He gestured with the claymore, the blade and top of the crossguard singed black. The top half of Baker's armor was a charred grey, the paint on his shield cracked. This time Havel spoke up.
"Try... Again?"

Baker rose again, strapping his shield to his back, gripping the claymore in both hands.
"That bastard has my souls. I'd be an imbecile not to."
Baker climbed up yet again, this time the crew down below heard a variety of sounds. Squeals, battlecries, curses, iron falling heavily onto the floor, and, after a while, one final scream before the entire party felt an influx of souls. Baker returned, triumphant and grinning from under his charred helmet. This time Oscar spoke.
"I suppose the beast tasted your blade?"
Baker removed his helmet, showing just how wide his grin was.
"He choked on it, too!"
Baker sat at the bonfire, crushing the soul items he had gained up until that point, and began allocating them into his strength, intelligence, faith, and endurance. He figured vitality could wait until later.
Oscar, realizing he had yet to strengthen himself at all as well, sat down, taking more time in his choice, deciding on strength and faith, to increase the damage of his holy blade. Baker was off yet again.

As he left, Oscar turned to Solaire. "So... What's with the sun on your chest?"