A decadently armored man walked over to the two and they looked up hopefully, recognizing him as the general of the Menaphos army. He was wearing golden disk shaped shoulder guards and intricately decorated gauntlets, forged from fine metals. His armor was made of strong steel and covered by expertly dyed silk, colored with light brown and cream colored stripes. His boots were made of what looked like black dragon hide and the helm sported the same pattern as the silk tunic over his armor with added horns and covers to keep the sun off of him.
He looked down at the pair as they lay on the ground, exhausted from the fight and in needing medical attention. His face was scarred badly and the skin was callused from so much sun, the tan skin accented the thick black eyebrows, the imposing grimace, and the bits of black hair sticking out from under the helm.
“More Zamorakian scum, probably in league with the bandits,” he accused.
Rachel wanted to stand up and hit him right there on the spot, “You idiot! We were helping to fight the bandits!”
“Do you have any proof?”
“Well I-I…no, no we don’t,” Rachel stuttered, defeated.
“Guards, put them in prison until someone discovers their bones while they mine,” the general said to two nearby soldiers, condemning Adam and Rachel to a fate of forced labor.
Adam was roused out of his reverie of pain as he clutched his leg, “What? We are innocent! You can’t do this to us; we need food, water, and a hospital!” Adam protested right before he was dragged off and put in a cart to be bound in chains forever.
“Thieves like you deserve no such comfort,” said the general as he polished his ring with the demon horns.
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