Edward 2

 

Not for the first time, Edward mused about their mission and absentmindedly scanned the horizon again. He scratched at his beard and smoothed it, deep in thought.

“You could try washing it. I've heard that's helpful.” Edward looked over and down to his friend Augustus van Williamson, the Baron of Grimspire, another neighboring kingdom. He was shorter than him by almost a head and not as good in a fight, but he was smart and had a great propensity toward being lucky. He was also a good friend and someone who knew him better than almost anyone, except perhaps their mutual friend John Malcolm, the Viscount of Roserun. He had to laugh at the comment, though he barely cracked a smile.

“You're one to counsel people on hygiene. When was the last time you bathed yourself?” August laughed dryly at the retort.

“We both smell like old cheese and horse.” He shook his capped head and a sprig of dark hair fell in his face. “Still, it could be worse.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“We could smell like our dear John.” They both looked over to their friend who was already sitting at the fire, eating something vaguely potato shaped with his signature ravenous abandon. His blond hair was breaking free of its yoke and hung in greasy clumps around his face. He had obviously heard his name and perked up.

“Hey, I am right here if you wish to say something to my face.” The two friends began laughing and went to join him by the fire. Edward's unease was lifting somewhat, but he'd feel better once they were at their destination.