Bramblepoint when the sun is perched at it's highest peak,

(not me forgetting to introduce cicero RIP)
@Iseldur

"hm, to be a knight is very noble." the man cloaked in midnight replied. his gaze wandered back over, merely to access. iseldur seemed strong, capable. a fine knight he must be. when his squire was revealed to be a dog, cicero's brows raised in subtle surprise. 

how did a dog manage to get out to the wilds? not less a small one, as the knight had revealed. cicero tried to picture the odd duo in his mind; sun-kissed knight and his wee squire. it made him chuckle fondly, before his expression dimmed with idle concern. 

"i do hope he's alright. birds can be such pesky things." he sighed. and then he fell silent, a keen ear turned sideways as he listened to Iseldur speak of his kin. they were vagabonds, then, wolves without a home. it resonated with him, in ways he hadn't quite expected. he was tempted to ask what happened, but perhaps that was a wound too fresh. 

he knew his was, anyway. 

he sat up a little straighter, his expression hardening just the slightest. or was it pain? "mine is no more, also. i left. there was no place for me there." he paused. that was all he could bare sharing at the moment. "so, much like you and your little friend, i wander. my name is cicero, by the way." he offered a polite smile. the title felt insignificant compared to the knight.