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[ieros]

ieros: iron (n.) from Greek "strong."

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[sarmatian]

Skepticism clear on his face, Tristan remains looking at the man for a while longer as though expecting him to change his mind about the assistance. When it doesn't happen, he simply gives a nod and wets a scrap of cloth for himself from the basin, using it to wipe down his blade as he disappears back into the abandoned home. He isn't gone long, and his sword is properly sheathed at his back again when he reappears carrying a folded stack of blankets, which are also left near the basin and linen.

Over the course of several more trips into the abandoned homes, he accumulates some dusty but serviceable bedding, double layers of clothing that he estimates will fit the other man well enough, and miscellaneous other supplies in preparation for spending the night where they were. The items are neatly arranged within their impromptu campsite.

All that's left is perhaps seeing to a fire and hunting to supplement his dried rations, but an uneasy glance toward the woods leaves him undecided on the matter. They may be too much of an unnecessary risk right now.

But then, if more of those things came during the night regardless, he doesn't relish the thought of trying to fight them in the pitch darkness... Some heated water would also be needed to make a poultice. He compromises by building a small fire that can be fed or easily stamped out as needed, which his horse seems to take as a signal to finally relax and wanders away to start grazing nearby.

After picking some comfrey from the overgrown fields that are encroaching on the village, he takes a seat on the ground near his new companion and checks on his progress.

"Who plays such games?" he asks as he begins carefully stripping the plants of their leaves. "Tell me what happened."

His gaze strays to the remains of the creatures for a moment before returning to the man, who despite his terrible state hasn't been cast off as a lost cause yet; anyone with the fortitude to fight till their last breath, as this man had been willing to, is someone Tristan can respect. Besides which, if laws have been broken — and the hellish abominations against nature certainly seem to imply something significant is happening that the Romans may not approve of — it's likely worth knowing about, even if the knowledge will go no further than his own commander. Arthur and his fellow knights would probably take him at his word, but who else would believe such an inconceivable story without seeing the monsters for themselves?