“Piss off Sandi, you yellow-haired shite!” A large shadowy form came up the road, and into the torchlight.
Upon a old black mare, sat a great stack of bulbous black armor. Black plate led to black greaves, black chausses, a kettle of a black breastplate, gauntlets, pauldrons, vambraces, gorget, and a smokestack of a great black helm.
Bowstrings went limp, crossbows lowered, and more than a few curses and smirks circled the battleground.
“Damn you, and that thick skull of yours,” An armored hand raised the visor on the helm revealing a red face, on its way to purple, half covered with a bushy grey mustache and a pair of bulbous blue eyes.
“You think you’re wise-cracks wouldn’t hit home with Dinny or Derry before one o’ them hit me with an arrow?”
The twins still had knocked arrows in their bows, Dinny actually with two on his longbow Lela's bowstring.
“Aye, but would you have felt it without seeing it stickin’ out of your thick coiting hide Stewpot?” Asked Derry, who elbowed his brother and spit on the road at the rotund horseman.
The Kol’kuun twins were nearly indistinguishable. Same black leathers, same smile, same sneer, same dark eyed ferrety faces, same rusty red hair shaved near to the skull on the sides, and topped with a tight braid that ended mid back.
Only difference was Derry was missing his index finger and thumb on his right hand, a leather glove with a slightly hooked metal finger replacing the index spot allowed him to still draw a bowstring. Dinny, on the other hand, was missing his throat, or at least some of it. Enough of it, anyway, that a bear took with him after a tussle that left the man on his back in a bed for a month. Afterwards he was a little less inclined to speak, and even less inclined to meet another bear.
Dinny spoke a raspy whisper back to his brother and the two had a good laugh before receiving a quieting look, not only from the big man, but also from Beldan.
“Jodfrey, what news? Does our cargo ‘ave a...