Part 1.5?

"You must kill him, he knows you too well and you will be useless to us if you cannot out maneuver our enemies. If you are useless, then it will be you that is left as food for the worms!"
A cold chill ran up his spine as she hissed out her words. What she was asking wasn't easy, but if he refused, they would hunt him down for eternity. He regretted that it had come to this. Being asked to hunt down the one man whom he had ever truly been able to call a friend brought a bitter coppery taste in his mouth.
"I shall go and find him."
"Be quick in you task and do not return until you can put his teeth into my hand."
He turned quickly, the folds of his cloak billowing behind him in his haste to be gone from the presence of this spiteful being. The flaps that served as the tent's entrance fell closed and the cold damp air of the night clung to him. What little heat he still held in his slender fame was leached out within moments. He did not shiver, the chilling of his flesh couldn't match the glacial freeze he felt in his heart. He knew what he had to do. Regrets would mean nothing to him if he was dead and he had felt nothing but the touch of death since that wretched woman had come to him three nights ago. Her promises had seemed to good to be true, then she had shown him and by then it was too late.

As he marched across the campsite, he could feel his sword hanging heavily against his leg. A few troops from the watch noticed his passing and saluted but he paid them little attention. Ten minutes later, he came to a small clearing. A single tent stood off to one side and a dim light could be seen within. He had expected nothing less, and was glad that the man inside was still awake. Without saying a word, he pulled aside the canvas and stepped in.
"I've been waiting for you."
The man on the bed had his sword out and resting across his lap. In one hand he still held the cloth that he had been using to clean the grime of battle from it's mirrored surface.
"Then you know why I'm here too I suppose?"
"You've been sent to kill me no doubt?"
"Will you ever be able to let me keep a thought to myself?"
"Not in this lifetime my friend."
The two looked at each other. Everything they had known up till now seemed to have been shattered. A few nights ago, they had been part of the same army, fighting for the same King but now they had been thrust into a different world. They both new their orders to kill each other were final and that if they were to go back, the other would have to die.
"Well then, if you know my mind so well you should be ready."
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be."
"Then let's get this over with. I don't want this to be any more painful than it has to be."
The two walked out of the tent and away from the edge of the camp. A few miles out, they both stopped. Reaching behind two different piles of rocks, they both pulled out small packs.
"You were right, this is going to be painful. I hate having to walk, we should have brought horses."
Pipe shook his head and sighed. With a slight smirk on his face, he looked over at his friend.
"What I'm worried about is how I'm going to manage to put up with your bad jokes for the rest of my damned life."
Xander laughed and threw his pack over his shoulder. Without glancing back, the two started walking towards the nearest town. How anyone had thought that they would have done anything other than what they had was a mystery to them both.