Beau Bergeron wasn’t the most forgiving man around, even in Aeldreth. He remembered the suspicion and his treatment at the hands of the Prince of the Grand Navigators. However, he was also politically astute enough to know that if any were to suspect foul play in the Prince’s fall, it would be he at the top of the list. He couldn’t allow any suspicion to take root.
So he decided the best course of action was to lead from the front. Though the topography was different from the floor than from the skies, as an Assassin in a major city, he was trained to recognize terrain even from a high angle. But the woods were a different environ from the city and therefore a bit poor on landmarks.
“Chère,” Beau said after a few steps passed in silence, “I need to get to the front, they need me to show them where the Prince landed,” he continued. She nodded solemnly, and he decided to make a final move for the moment in gaining her approval. He kissed her lightly on the cheek before taking a brisk jog to the wizard and his Captain. Tayliana smiled after him.
Not long afterwards he was near the Captain and the Prince’s brother, as the group came to a fork in the trail. “Captain, Lord Magus,” Beau said as he offered a bow, “May I suggest we take to the left, judging by the trajectory with which the Prince fell from the airship,” he said nonchalantly. Lafitte nodded and looked to the wizard, seemingly for approval.
Beau mentally raised an eyebrow, Curious that the blustery Captain would let the Lord Magus take charge of the operation. Not that the Wizard would not want to do it — as the Prince was his brother of course he would — but Lafitte must have ingratiated himself to them further than even Beau thought he might.
A most curious development.