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Characters: Clint Barton & Whoever else wants in on the madness.!
Open? Open to whomever
Where: On the road South of town
When: Day 9 mid-morning
What: A very confused Hawkeye is seeking some answers about just where the hell he is.
Warnings: Potential naughty language and grumpiness.

The sandy haired man who was riding up the road towards south gate had a watchful look on his face. His seat was excellent and obviously knew his way around the horse judging by the loose, one-handed grip he had on the reins as the black steed loped towards the town. In his other hand, he held the bow with an arrow notched and held at the ready just to be safe. Clint wasn’t the type to shoot first and ask questions later but after the morning he had had, he definitely felt like taking the ‘better safe than sorry’ approach.

Tugging lightly on the reins, Hawkeye pulled the stallion to a stop and surveyed the bridge ahead carefully. “Well, boy, should we see if they’re friendly?” Clint asked, musing out loud more than anything else. One of the horse’s ears flicked back at him before prickling one again.

“Right, well, let’s hope they don’t shoot us full of holes.” Not wanting to be viewed as hostile, he dropped the reins long enough to slip the arrow from the bow-string and into the quiver tied to the side of his saddle. Nudging his mount forward once again, they set out at a measured walk towards the city gates.

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"While I share your sentiment, there is more to consider here than just those who arranged for our capture."

It was very possibly genetic: Asgardians couldn't resist Quests. She gestured towards the castle.

"Not so far beyond these walls lies a great threat. One that may eventually lay waste to every man, woman, and child in this land."

His knee-jerk, still rather raw about the kidnapping reaction was to demand just what that had to do with him. Unfortunately, Clint was a hero at heart and could not stand idly by while people were put into danger.

But that didn't mean he had to accept it all at face value either.

"Really? Who told you this? The people who kidnapped us? Could that not be some clever lie to keep their captives pacified?"

“Of course it could.” She had similar thoughts herself, and liked that Clint’s initial reaction wasn’t complacent. Between him, Bakura, and Alanna, perhaps the books had sent a few people she could work with. Not just children and...whatever Loki could be counted as, these days.

She disliked the thought, and pushed it aside.

“But I’ve spoken with townspeople and it seems like a real enough threat. Towns near the thorns have gone wholly uninhabited, populations vanishing seemingly overnight. This day, I ride towards the forest to make an examination of a threat posed there.”

He listened with a guarded look on his face. Due to her supposed ties to Thor alone made Clint want to believe her but he was just too damned mistrustful of just about everything right now. Still, what all he could read from Sif assured him she seemed to believe what she'd been told.

Whether that was the truth or if she herself had been lied too and hoodwinked remained unknown however. "So what, are they kidnapping people to fight a bunch of overgrown weeds? That doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Drop some pesticide on these weeds or something."

...Pesticide? Sif shook her head, indicating her unfamiliarity with the phrase.

"If you mean something to kill the weeds, I assume that if they had such a spell, it would have been used already."

She paused, thinking of the kingdom's ruler.

"Then again, knowing the sovereign..."

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My apologies, work this week has been hell. >.<

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