I watched Jack go, a little hurt that he had simply brushed off our help. He had nearly gotten eaten by some large swamp creature. And he had wanted it. I slumped on the ground, unwilling to move anymore. I looked around, Lyra and Zakhon were kneeling a little ways away, holding onto each other, Lyra was sobbing. Zakhon rubbed her back to comfort her, looking off into the marshes. Destran stood looking after Jack, his fists clenched, shaking. Yara stood next to him, muttering something.
I shook my head and stood up, grabbing my axe.
"I'm going after him. We can't get through this without his help. And I want to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. Again." I announced. I turned to head after Jack and nearly ran into a man. He was thin, bald and groveling. I stepped back a pace, startled.
"Oh, I beg your forgiveness warrior maiden!" The man simpered, bowing so low his head hovered by his knees. "I didn't mean to startle you!" He didn't straighten up, but craned his neck to look up at me.
"Who are you?" Destran stepped up. The man shuffled towards him, still bowing.
"My Prince!" The man bowed even lower, if that was possible. Destran waved his hand towards the man.
"Stop groveling." The man straightened, mostly. Destran continued, "How do you know who I am? And I repeat, who are you?"
"I am but a simple servant, majesty. I have been looking for you, to warn you of a monster that may turn you from your quest!" The man bowed again.
Destran crossed his arms, shaking his head. "I need a name, a title, something."
"I am Urysus." The man stated simply. Destran drew his sword.
"Traitor!" he snarled. Urysus backed away, hands out.
"No, no sir! I am loyal only to you! I had to go into hiding after that monster was set loose, I only went to your uncle because he would be able to protect me from it!" Destran put his sword at Urysus' throat.
"Why would Sethos protect you, if you weren't loyal to him?"
"B-because I told him that I would serve him. But I was lying sir! I swear it, I am loyal only to you!"
"Destran." Yara stepped forward. "He's a beaten old man, let him tell his story."
Destran stepped back and lowered his sword, but he didn't put it away.
"Alright. Tell us your story, old man."