OOC- "Resourceful blighter". I like that
Christina lept up, startled, when the person Brier called Clancy came in. She stood there, frozen, just holding her bowl of porridge, unsure of what she should do. When he suddenly rushed at her, the next action was instinctive. She shrieked, stumbled back, and threw her arm forward...the one wit the hand that happened to be holding the bowl of porridge. It flew out of her hand and hit the man, still steaming hot.
"I'm sorry!" Christina apologized automatically; she had been raised to be well-mannered after all. She drew her stiletto and scrambled to help Brier.
OOC- You can decide where the porridge landed.
Maxwell inched slowly towards the gate. Nothing, just shadows. That made him wonder just how safe it really was. What if it was a trap? He paused uncertainly.
Suddenly he heard a low whistling, and a horse's hooves on cobblestones. Grimacing, he shook his head. Right. It had seemed too easy. He kicked his horse and shot forward out the gate. He could make out the sound of the other horse; they were after him. He hefted the pitchfork slightly, then glanced back. He could just make out the shadow following him. He debated, then turned his horse's head and rode straight into the forest, away from his father's castle and all he was familiar with. "Better get used to it,
" he thought with a grim smile. "You're a wanted man now.
He glanced back. He'd managed to put some distance between himself and his pursuer. he grinned; time for a ruse. He managed to stick the pitchfork so it would look like someone was holding it and tied the bucket to his belt. Urging his horse on, he slowly brought his feet out of the stirrups, positioned in a crouch on the horse's back. He reached up, grabbed a branch, and swung into the tree. His horse kept right on going. Maxwell grinned and waited for his tracker.
OOC- pardon me for doing this again, but how much freedom of action do I have here?