The one and the same.

"And don't you dare even THINK about taking a peek at me while I bathe!" Morgan pre-emptively scolded Aes for something he dared not do.

"You do not need to fret Morgan, I would not even dream of it." Aes dodged the accusation almost as deftly as he would a blade.

"You wouldn't? but- Ahem! Good! Make sure you definitely don't try and take a look while I'm undressing either! Got it!?" Morgan once again scolding Aes for an imagined slight against her.

"If he said he won't then that goody two shoes won't. 'sides since you took a good look at our tools, why don't we call it even if we get to inspect the goods too? fair is fair." Robbin chimed in a flippant manner as he held a makeshift stick with meat skewered on it over a crackling camp fire.

"Guh!? You make it sound like I'm some sort of deviant Robbin! I didn't mean to see anything!" Morgan repled to Robbin but directed her answer at Aes with a sheepish look on her face, before blushing slightly and casting her gaze away.

Aes made no note of her mannerisms. Only returning her gaze with a vacant confused look. 

"Ugh! Fine! I'm going already! Men are really the worst!" Morgan iterated before taking her leave to the waterfall basin.

"I think that is the first time she has called you Robbin. Not peasant! or scoundrel! I wonder why that is." Aes asked aloud to noone in particular.

"Who knows? the woman's a mystery. 'cept in one regard." Robbin took the bait, taking it unto himself to answer before giving Aes a knowing look. Turning the meat on a stick around as he said it.

"What do you mean? What regard?"

Robbin only sighed as Aes' voice reached his ears.

"Never mind. Just that those looks of yours are going to get us in trouble sooner or later. Anyway! Here, eat this! It's rabbit, found some hopping around down here." Robbin said tossing the cooked meat on a makeshift skewer towards Aes.

Aes managed to catch it out of the air as he briefly inspected it. It looked to be made out of what was crossbow bolts with their heads broken off. The meat was well done, succulent to his hungry eyes.

"But what about you Robbin?" Aes asked, making his reluctance to eat alone known in voice.

"Don't worry about me, I've got plenty" he reassuringly said as he pulled out another skewer that was stabbed into the ground beside him. Holding it over the fire; turning it around after a good while.

Aes was reluctant at first, he had never tried rabbit so crudely cooked. His hunger pangs made short work of his reticence. Biting into it, the juices entered his mouth. The taste touched his tongue.

"...mMM!!! It's good!"

"Why wouldn't it be? It's just rabbit on a stick."

"It's been a long time since we have had the time for a meal like this, has it not?" Aes mused as he paused his meal for a moment to voice it.

"I'll say...what with all the craziness of the last few days. The trouble we will no doubt found ourselves in next will be no different I'd wager. Eat up, let's just enjoy it while it lasts." After concurring Robbin started his own meal.    

The two wordlessly ate their meal, enjoying the comforting sound of nothingness. No new enemy or risk to their lives. No immediate danger nor obstacle to overcome. 

Just two friends, enjoying a meal together.

"Ok, out with it. We're at camp, what is your story with that Jester?" Robbin asked, picking his teeth with the point of the broken crossbow bolt before tossing it away behind him.

"Morgan has yet to return though." Aes replied wiping away the remainders of his meal from his mouth with his gauntlet. Setting aside the stick gently on the ground.

"It's fine. We can just fill her in on the details when she comes back."

"If you are certain. Then I shall begin:

Until that point each of humanities kingdoms fell one by one before the Demon King's might. They posed no match for his almost omniscient insight which seemingly bordered on clairvoyance; his brutally efficient tactics; his armies and finally the fiends with their mastery of magic that those under him commanded.

Eversun was the stage for the final united defense for humanity. It's last bastion. A battle that would decide extinction or survival for the entire human race.

It was the eve of the final battle with the Demon King. Our order, the Knights of the Realm were duty bound to bolster the city of Eversun's defenses. Our leader; my mentor, took a good portion of us to bravely cut off the head of the snake before the hour arrived.

The rest of us had our quarter of the city under our charge.  My charge was to aid in the defense of the cities civilian populace and also a key player in our plan for our survival. A coven of sorceresses.

Each of us there were doing our part to delay the enemy as best we could. We were buying time so that the sorceresses could erect a spell barri-"

"The dark ladies veil, the barrier which hides all we hold dear under its' shadow. Those witches are called the Sisters of Sorcery and they are my kin. Please continue, I wish to hear the rest." Morgan returned fully garbed as she returned with an agitated look on her face to match the barb in her words.

Aes looked at the flame of the camp fire as it flickered. His gaze transfixed somewhere else as he carried on.

"Yes... Of course.

The Sisters of Sorcery were to erect their spell barrier around Albion. Stymying any further advance from the Demon King. The other kingdoms were lost to us but humanity would still live to see another day.

It is oft said though, when men make plans. The gods laugh. 

A contingent of soldiers gained access to an armory belonging to the enemy. Artifacts of evil in great number among them. Chief of which was her...

Tyrfing. A sentient cursed sword of immense magical power.

With the power to enthrall any who hears her voice. The epitome of temptation.

She poured her sweetness in the soldiers ears to get an audience with the King of Albion. They struck an accord. Her power was theirs, insofar as the battle was concerned. 

Her price? an innocent who would give up their soul to do her bidding. A wielder in service of the blade. 

Fighting fire with fire, evil with evil.

The King agreed, no doubt he expected the price would be moot should the human kingdom fall to ruin. It's people erased from the land.

The enemy of my enemy as it were.

As a knight of the realm I knew the evil such cursed artifacts could bring in my travels. Cursed blades could bring ruin to kingdoms just as quickly as they could build them. I knew no good would come from this alliance.

With humanities fate resting on a razors edge, I could not allow that edge to belong to a cursed sword. There was too much at stake. Too many.

I abandoned my post, stealing away Albion's new prize. My mental fortitude then was a fortress, not so easily assailed by her sweet words. The Grand magics of the coven which met their match with the fiends had ravaged the land.

I knew of one such divide caused by the damage of battle. Its' darkest depths reached into the blackest pits of the Undermountain. A perfect fate for such a Cursed blade, doomed to have none hear her voice.  

That was how it was to be, if not for another member of my order. A young squire in my service who grew concerned over my absence.

The poor boy followed me. Tyrfing found in him, her prey. Her emancipator. 

She used him to have me captured. Knowing I was too faint hearted to slay my own squire. 

Taken back to the innocents I protected. The coven I defended.

Then forced the men to kill each other before my eyes. Any who heard her without a hardened will was forced into a murderous frenzy.

I broke free from my binds, desperately trying to marshal a defense with all those who were still sane. Man, Woman or child. It made no difference to her.  We were forced to slay the people we were sworn to protect. 

Only for naught to come from their sacrifice as It was too late. Far too late.

The damage was done. You could count the survivors between us on one hand. 

Albion's flank was exposed, our plan was in tatters. All that was left was for the Demon King to bite down on our collective exposed Jugular.

I took Tyrfing and fled. Returning to the divide to make sure she would never tempt another soul ever again.

There she should have remained.

If the gods were good." Aes finished. A familiar downcast visage being worn on his face.

"What!? That's it? Albion lost!? It doesn't make sense! How is it Eversun still stands?" Robbin frantically voiced as one would when wanting to know the ending of a story that had captured them.

"You mean to say you aren't aware of what happened next? Have you lived under a rock your whole life!?" Morgan chastised Robbin more irritated than her usual self for reasons only known to her.

"I've been bouncing from place to place ever since I had hair on my chest! I didn't have the luxury of listening to bed time stories from my ma and pa! What happened then!?" 

"No one knows. The Demon kings army certainly arrived in a fashion. The armies were disorderly, rudderless. More a scramble of fools with wild beasts than expertly trained army. Dispatching them was Child's play for a coven as great as ours. Even as few as they were.

The common belief is Sir George, Leader of the Knights of the Realm was successful in slaying the Demon King. 

We had our miracle. The remaining sisters forged the veil which still stands to this very day. Barring entry to every fiend or foul monster that tries to cross it. 

As to what happened to Sir George, the truth disappeared with him and the knights that ventured beside him." Morgan added what she knew to complete the tale much to her chagrin.

"Sir George? That Sir George!? You mentor was Sir George Aes!? The Hero of Albion!? His picture is displayed at every inn I've passed out in!"

"The one and the same." 

Aes said taking a break from his sullen mood to smile softly as the thoughts of his mentor filled his mind.