The Twisted Adventures of Sir Weimar

Ch. 3:The Joust

"Gadzooks, look at that crowd!"

Weimar and Syras watch the line of attendees ranging from commoners to nobles file into the stands already.  There were several guards in chainmail and grey cloaks checking the attendees and taking the nobles with VIP passes into their rightful seats.

" I warned ya," Syras grumbled. "Two is company, but three is a crowd."

Sangrid shook her head. "Oh, quit yer whining. Ah know a secret passage under the Noble's seats. "

"I do, too," Syras protested. "But I am sure you'll compromise everything by being here."

"Oh, ye don't know what ah am capable of." The female archer chuckled as she took them to the side. 

The two boys exchanged surprised glances as she took them to the stables. Weimar' s hazel eyes darted around the stables, seeing various breeds of horses being tended to by the stable hands. As Sangrid advanced, her hand still clutching a hand of the other teen's, a stable boy glanced her way. 

"Miss, you are not permitted to be on these grounds," the boy explained as he crossed his arms. He was large and well built, with somewhat long dark brown hair and a matching eye color.

"Ah know, ah am only coming to see mah father," Sangrid explained. 

"Who are the other two?" The stable boy's eyes glanced at Weimar and Syras.

"Oh? These ninnies? They are mah brothers!"Sangrid smiled and glanced at them, her eyes narrowing as if to say ' shut up and play along'. Getting the message, the boys complied.

The boy let them proceed. "Very well, make it quick." 

Sangrid nodded in thanks as she pulled her companions toward the edge of the stables.

"Ninnies? Really?" Syras sulked.

"Aye, ye both are a buncha big ninnies to meh," Sangrid stated , smirking as she went to the side connecting the stands and stables. She removed a piece of granite and unveiled a hole in the wall.

" So we are not going to see your father?" Weimar asked a baffled expression plastered on his face.

Sangrid laughed as she tossed her maroon hair to the side. "Wow, ye are a ninny. Ah only gave the poor lad that cock and bull story so Ah can sneak us both in."

"Umm.." Syras bore a concerned look. " I could have snuck us in without this meaningless detour."

"Ah, quit yer whining!" Sangrid snapped. " Ye will thank meh once ye see the seats."

"I sure hope so." 

Syras sighed, still sulking . Weimar could feel the boy's ego become wounded.

Sangrid slipped inside the hole and quickly disappeared like a rabbit. Syras went in next,motioning for his buddy to follow. Thinking of no other plan, Weimar entered. 

"Lads, please hole up the entrance," Sangrid requested.

"But how will we return, smart one?" Syras retorted.

"Ah have more than one exit route," the girl responded."Now hurry yer arses and close it!"

Weimar decided to do just do it to avoid further complications.  As soon as he closed it, a tight darkness engulfed the tunnel, giving him the creeps. The only thing that lit the way was the light from the end of the tunnel ahead. It didn't help that the weather was slightly overcast. It was not even ten seconds later when Weimar felt something crawl on the back of his left hand. Startled, he gazed at the hand and in the pale light, he made out the vague shape of an arachnid with a fat, dark body.