Sep. 4th, 2007 @ 12:24 pm September 2007 002
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Methos dismounted as he arrived in camp. His horse was in need of rub and cooling down, but he really didn't have time for it. Not now, maybe after he'd spoken to the others, he'd see to it. For now, he handed the reins off to the nearest slave and made it clear that the horse was to be taken care of and if anything that happened to it then the slave would be severely punished. A few more steps deeper into the camp and he could feel his brothers' quickenings. Both Silas and Caspian stepped out of their tents, ax and sword at the ready, just in case some idiot had managed to make their way in. They relaxed slightly upon seeing Methos, but they could read the tension in Methos' body and knew something was happening. The quickest way fo them to find out what was going on was to follow Methos to Kronos' tent.

Character: Methos
Fandom: Highlander
Word Count: 609
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