“Say Weed…” Richard looked at Weed as he sipped tea. “Do you think we could stop by Hertairsse Shire.”

“Why?” Weed asked suspiciously, holding on to the reigns of the horses that were pulling their wagon.

“I hear that they have some splendid tea leaves…” Richard cooly replied back.

Weed was on the edge, he just needed a little push to send him erupting like a volcano.

“That is indeed a brilliant idea, my lord.” Arthur replied as he poured more tea into Richard’s cup. “Weed, could you go a bit slow, it is quite difficult to pour tea like this.”

That was all Weed needed to hear. “WHAT IN GODS NAME IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO!! DID YOU LOSE YOUR MINDS AFTER FIGHTING EACH OTHER TO DEATH? WE ARE ALL WANTED CRIMINALS, RUNNING AWAY FROM THE LAW, CHASED BY THE ARMY NO LESS OF TWO NATIONS!! AND YOU WANT TO STOP BY HURTASS FOR TEA??? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??

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Both Richard and Arthur looked up at Weed.

“Hertairsse Shire.” They corrected him in unison.

“ARGGHHH” Weed moaned in agony, he wasn’t sure if he could survive another day in their company.

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Yes, the next chapter will begin from a different scene. The battle that took place etc etc and what followed will be relayed back in flashback manor. Unless majority readers disagree with me.