The two of you had been through a lot together, starting off as rivals but soon becoming fast friends. It was a strange pairing, you being born into nobility and Henry being the bastard son of Sir Radzig, born into a peasants life, but the pair of you were practically inseparable.

You had been tasked with delivering a message and had taken Henry as a bodyguard, though you were certain if he wasn't asked Henry would have joined you anyway. As your horses trotted through the countryside you were called to a stop by a group of riders, as they drew nearer you couldn't see any recognisable heraldry, yet they seemed friendly enough.

As you called out a greeting, they were courteous in their reply, though you could see your companion reaching for his swords pommel.

"If this goes wrong, I've got your back."

The former blacksmiths boy muttered under his breath, scanning the riders around you.