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Rider on a Black Lunarian.

Persephone Laconia

A Lunarian Heavy Is not a tame horse by nature, but even the trained animals backed off from the giant of a man though it scraped the ground with a large steel shod hoof as it stopped backing up unable to move far. Its mane was deep black as rest and tied and braided though that had grown wild from riding and was snagged with debris, of travel.

Snorting before it tossed its large head the Horse had nowhere to back up, something about its senses picked up the man was not normal in some sense the horse understood as a basic instinct. The man was not a man, the man was a question and the question meant danger.

“Calm, calm Agmar” The woman repeated in a accent from the Capital, a defined and clearly Lunarian tone and choice of words as she turned a minute later having partly calmed her mount. When she turned, she shook slightly but leaned weight and forced self to stay upright with will and determination. Only…she had to look up, very much up. 5'10 and even clad in furs and such she was tiny compared to the giant of a man in an accent, thick one she could not place its location.

“She only arrived a short time ago, Probably from the mountains. Was gonna let her have a few minutes before we asked why she here.” The guard Said unsure, they did know Lunaris was that way but they had no real reason to head to the border and horses like this were not a local breed, Lunaris never sold many of this breed at all. “Not local this beauty. Not the first, Officer sort. Older guy, fancy armour” Gesturing to the tall back horse and waving in vague gestures at the town. The guard still had hours left on shift , his compatriot was leaning against a barrel with a freshly turned spear shaft he was oiling and waxing clad in unform and latest auralian armour, though still was getting used to it. “Syraeia might make you pay her for that deer, head on in, get warm, first snows tonight.” The Bearded former mercenary joked and was cheerful despite the snow who had joined the Princes settlement for a fresh start and to get away from his old life of fighting for gold. He was a rough round edges sort but also knew every dirty and wrong trick going and how to spot them. He had willingly offered his services in exchange for a new life to protect Dawnhaven.

Guard duty got pretty boring though, 2 months and they checked papers and so for most part. This place was so far from each capital they barely made it onto the maps. Even professionals got bored so they got to know the towns folks and traders over time.

He was obviously tainted by the blight, no one could be so clad and survive these conditions as a regular mortal being. She was guarded, cautious and her tone was neutral. “Valors edge, I am from Valors Edge border Fort. Vindacus pass. Came to seek comrades and assistance.” She said with almost a report in order and kept her rank and such quiet, deciding it was better to tell the truth, but to choose which truth to give.

“Persephone Laconia, snows come, safer to head down than up.” Persephone was honest to and admitted that Blightborn, the Lunaris, Auralia, Borders and more were at its mercy and all had to work together against both blight and winter, as much as uncomfortable thought they could not stand alone like their ancestors.

“I need to find the Inn, Lunaris comrades, a place to start.” She said, her own more eloquent speech was dogged by mental and physical tiredness. Looking at the sad form of the deer that lay on a dragged cart, it was a sad and starved carcass. “Poor Burcher with that one. You? Anything i need to know about the place?” Persephone looked and thought how it would take work to get safe meat from it. She asked after the giant and what he was, maybe it would tell her more about Dawn Haven and how it operated.

The first goal was to gain intelligence, to gain information and get the lay of the land, with that she could plan her next steps going forward. Anything could be used, small or large, and that led to her next goal… her mind still worked in that way even in this state.

"let her in Jameson, she would never make it back in this state. Least to get a meal and a rest if uncessful." The Bearded man barely paused his work honing his spear and looked up adjusting his helmet to keep the snow off his neck. She was Lunarian but also was a Lone rider and not a whole mounted Paladin company. With winter looking they had bigger enemies than their ancestral rivals. His other guard liked to investigate things too hard at times and this woman was dead on her feet. He was a older soldier and trusted his instincts as well as gut feeling, she might be a problem but thay was a problem for people above his station in matters that did not relate to his job.

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Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper

Dawn Haven _ “The eye of the Beholder.”

Open for Business

A more cheerful Syraeia left the kitchen and with a new energy when she went over to greet the woman. She had a purpose, maybe she was happy, but a purpose for now, a goal, an aim and a path that was certain. She could work from that. Her life had a trajectory again and that could easily turn into something more.

Remembering Sunnis' words and her own. “I am still a Cursed Emberkin. I admit, I feel… my.. instincts are closer.” Being honest and falling back on an old term of her local borderlands dialect her voice falling into a borderlands tone barely above his own hearing. “Talk to them, and i'll put them to work tonight or tomorrow If they are willing.”Syraeia said a little more firmly than like, she would only take them freely agreed.

Sunni has freaked out a little, when her sleeping form, seeming to appear to not to breathe, but that was not even high on on her mental strange list anymore. The boys needed to know what she was, and make their own choices. She would treat them like the young men they wanted to be in that regard. Sunni had to understand she knew she was different, her rebirth had changed her and she would not lie or hide that fact about her to him.

Even the Prince and Princess could not break that mood, though they did dampen it abit. The guards well she narrowed her eye at the situation… they can talk it out over a drink… and she can bill them for it.

Her attention was drawn back to the blight born woman, though Syraeia hearing was enhanced along with eye and blushed at the compliment, it was rare someone would use that word about a blight born, an cursed woman who she honestly was unsure if she even breathed anymore when she slept.

Part of her wondered why she would call her beautiful of all things, but she never really had met many Blight-Born… they had to survive, and for many that meant trusting no one, moving often and paranoid levels of alertness. “Thankyou” She said so softly only the woman would hear if she tried, blushing slightly at the compliment.

The Prince and others were still keeping busy it seemed… two rooms, Food and board potentially …a good night. “Il sort all that out for you personally. for now eat, warm up and enjoy my hospitality.” She did not need to quite know she was one of two staff…one part time. But it sounded good.

“I live up above the quest rooms, so if you need help, please do not think it's a problem. I am close by.” She said, giving them her full hospitality. The look she caught was a little, well a look she did not expect to be directed at her l that was for sure. She was not sure what to do about such things… but returned a soft smile. “Breakfast is mostly cold, but the fire warms up quickly. If you have any items you prefer, let me know.” .

She gave the woman a genuine smile as she nodded confirming their order as two men entered and seemed to look the ladies way. OK, this lady made her curious, also another of her own kin who honestly was interesting. Whatever God, curse, or magic had decided to make each and everyone of them unique from feral Beasts, monsters to those with precautions like herself who could seem to be unaltered. And a woman of means to? How did one of her kin maintain their status? More questions.

Her other thoughts were put to side for now but kept poking their way in more and more… well she had an inn to run, and what looked like orders. She could unpack that later in her room in private.

Soon she busied herself with the Orders Sunni had left for her, he was gone, he must have headed out the back. She could not judge though and honestly she was about as messed up as he seemed to be. He could be a idiot but Sunni was kind to her and his words had warmed her, she was not ready to admit more but felt more… human? Or was it just… less of a monster?

Humming as she moved to get food out, luck favoured as the Royal drama kept people busy while she could run between them getting the orders to tables flowing around with effortless precision. One thing she mastered as she almost danced around the floor of the tavern moving between barely pausing as she did with a song on her lips as she worked in the kitchen, an song she remembered from the great Hall feasts of youth.

The Royals, the guards of Lunaris were making a powerful tense energy, if she thought too hard she could almost…sense it on the edge of her ..something. it was a change that she was extremely confused by. Her vision had grown sharper and the night was akin to day now since she had proper food, safety and warm clothes.

Instead she chose to focus on her orders, Food, drinks though she passed by the woman in furs more than once to make sure she was happy… her own curiosity was too hard to fight though as she kept a closer tab on the woman, with a smile reaching her eye.

…

Rider on a Black Lunarian.

The first snow flakes drifted in front of the woman's eyes as she rode, dodging a broken cart that lay by the road with a wheel cracked through the thick hardwood bound with iron. It was empty and pushed to the side resting partly into a ditch of a cold and narrow stream. It was more forgiving than the mountains but the terrain was still a place that could claim your life if you showed disrespect for it. She had ridden from Valors Edge, the lowest and most distant of the keeps of Lunaris. It would take time to reach Dawn Haven and be a hard ride even for a veteran Lunarian. The weather would likely take some days to reach the lower lying settlements.

The woman who rode up to the guards stood on the edge of Dawn Haven was clad in thick protective fur, and high quality material of her uniform. The ride through the high mountains would be far worse however and the woman and horse reached the gate tired and hanging on the saddle with her depleted strength. Good time was made but she barely had rested on the trip down in her desire for urgency.

The keep was inna bad way, they needed help if possible, and beyond the ability of her own escort she was assigned to aid them. Valors edge was the final keep before the border and in a bad state of repair, Lunaris had not had time to get the far keep in good repair before winter's bite reached them.

“Tavern, Coswain, Lord or Lady. Persephone…" She said tiredly and was caught by one of the guards who let her rest, tiring her horse up, noting the heavy packs and quality of her gear. She was someone of rank. However the woman was in no fit state to make it further. Her travel cloak fell away revealing a cap and shorter red hair.

The horse was too tired to fight as they tied it off, a tall back Lunarian breed built strongly for distance vs speed. “Takes a long ride to tire a Lunarian Heavy” The guard said to his compatriot on the watch as he stroked its neck and calmed the beast known for being fierce and very selective of their master or mistress. “Relax, I grew up a stable master's son” The guard said as he spoke softly to the animal and complemented its strength and fine black coat. You had to treat them like a fine woman and take your time as the horse pulled to try and reach its rider.

Black Lunarian heavy Horse

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God.. my post header looks so bad compared to the rest QQ

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Sorry for borrowing the header I panicked.

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Nor problem. :)

Il reply when I can, day or 2.

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Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper

Dawn Haven _ “The eye of the Beholder.”

Open for Business

Syraeia just let herself be held and did not remember the last time someone willingly held her out of kindness. The warmth in her heart that was so dulled and dampened sparked a little, there was a little hope and feeling things might not be so bad. He was much taller than she was, heavier and larger in multiple ways than the slight woman.

She did not speak but rested against him and returned the gesture, tears dripping from her eye and a smile though it was a fragile one. “some things are hard to open, i had to carry on, one foot at a time. I not even sure how I made it out of the borderlands” That time was a rather vague patch of memory, survival, nothing was too low, just had to make it to the kingdom's borders.

“Give me time” She said with a soft tone, her life was more stable, with her body healing, maybe her mind would begin to become stronger and process the horrors of the past. “Long as they do not mind working for a well, me. I will not force them if they are not comfortable or willing. Some have good reasons to fear my kin.” Syraeia gestured to her own singular large eye, ears and the cursed rebirth that had left her a blightborn. She hoped both would be of an open mind but if one of them was and the other could not handle it, was better than none at all. The two children probably had a harder life than they should have though and likely had faced worse than Syraeia, but you did not know what horror they had met in their young lives.

Noticing more people, things were waking up and there were tables not making coins that would be rectified. “Money to be made, lady not get nice cloaks being idle back here.” She tried to lighten the mood and pulled her hood back into place, you could tell she was a blightborn from the front but the side or behind looked like any other woman unturned.

An amazonian woman repeated her requests clad in armour with a symbol that she did not recognise totally, but knew it was important in Lunaris. The other two seemed to be older men, armoured too and bearded with higher quality armour and chainmail etc. “I need to see to tables but i'll serve you once I find out what the lady wants” She said politely, though a little hesitant of the armed soldiers due to their reputation. They did not look like regular Lunaris soldiers.

More akin to those they saw on the roads, keeps and the ones that escorted and interacted with highly ranked nobles or the most wealthy.

Reaching the lady moving through the Inn and throwing another log and another on the large fire pit that burned, the brightness was not most comfortable but they needed warmth and light did her customers. Syraeia was more practically dressed in a hooded cloak over more practical clothes with boots and a treat to herself she had insisted on taking a small base metal charm of a decorated smith's Hammer rested around her neck on leather cords. “Hello, my name is Syraeia, this my Inn, Food, Drink? We have a spiced stew, ale, wines and a few rarer items in stock.” Eyeing her up that she looked like had more money than the labourers and builders.

The red eyes… well Syraeia knew exactly what those meant, but also knew the price that those took on you, your life and your soul. Letting her hood slip a little to expose her cyclopiam features to the woman alone and giving a small nod of attention. “My best guest room is available still, this is a safe place for our kind” Adding that barely as a whisper to the woman.

“Now, would you like to start with wine, ale or something more exotic” Syraeia said deliberately louder projecting her voice. “The salted venison is fresh in, and of quite refined quality.” She said, more confident than she felt at times, but coins… she had been poor, she had been destitute. She would not be, and would run a successful Inn.

Syraeia looked around the Inn and saw potential growing in the evening. Even with the soldiers, they tended to be good drinkers. It was going to be hard work but a little closer to her goals, unlike Sunni she did not hoard like an obsessed Squirrel gathering up nuts by the mountain.

However reborn, some things did not change and her mother had always made the best of their poor income. They never starved or looked raggedy. They still had pride.

Syraeia forgot about replying to the letter the Princes man had left, that topic was too raw for her to face before a busy work day, she needed her head in the game.

Then… she should not have thought that as the Prince came in! The Inn went silent as the Royal couple and she paused giving a respectful nod. “Welcome to the eye of the Beholder Your Highness”. She was a little annoyed though that the timing had broken her flow to get a potential double of room rental and a customer who probably had gold...

…

The Prince came in, Princess at his side commanding and carrying his title as it almost was a formal sceptre and symbols of power. His posture, his voice and just carried the authority and weight of his family.

Daphne looked up from the bar and glanced over, deciding that the situation had gone to shit, even deeper shit than the last day had gone. This did not seem to be working out.
“Boss?” She glanced to Coswain and Hector who nodded and stood up from the table they were discussing plans given they were in a town that under construction.

All three stood quickly with a surprised expression but soon schooled themselves to a calm expression and a parade rest stance. “your highness.” Replying politely with a nod of the head. “Princess Octavia” to their lord's daughter.

Hector gave a nod and kept a subtle gesture giving Daphne a little more confidence, he understood why she was somewhat upset and frustrated, she wanted to achieve her Knighthood and a failed mission to the Princess own household would dog her career for years. “Lord Castelian Coswain, Master Warmsith Hector, I am Daphnne, Lord Coswains senior squire.” She said politely and smoothly, doing any introduction if needed.

She was well trained, just was still not used to working with Lords and Royalty. Squires tended to not be deployed like this but the guard was pushed thin. “Your Highness.” Coswain said smoothly with a little charm and an easy confidence of experience of 20 years service. “We would be most grateful of Accommodations and your hospitality. As for time, I fear if this winter closes the passes as they say in Lunaris scholoral academy. Regardless of my wishes we will have to wait till the snow melts. The lower passes below Vindacus like the Royale Secundi may stay open but are prone to avalanche and collapse further up in the peaks during a harsh winter.”

He paused with a voice of a confident yet respectful tone, calm and without a waiver projecting his voice clearly yet without any hint of a shout. “We will help where we are able to serve in what we can, we are able hunters, and enhance your guardianship of this land. A deep Winter can be a Harsh and dangerous time in Lunaris my Prince. There is strength in fellowship and fidelity around the hearth.” He finished with an almost actor's end, bringing it to a close with a strong ending and tone of voice.

He saw that the Prince and Princess, well it seemed they presented a united front, maybe the talk of them being worlds at the wedding, was no longer correct.

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@amorphical

Il remember to include you in my next post at the tavern.
Thr mysterious lady in furs.

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@PrinceAlexus

If that was a question at me then no, I dont have discord.
If that was a statement then... 0.o wow! Thats a lot of people!

@amorphical

a statement, it was a fun few hours for them lol

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Sorry i made a OOC in character build by accident. QQ

@BeastofDestiny Mordu! XD

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Your not the person in a discord I'm in, they managed to tag 12'000 people in somthing.

And got so...so many replies.

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Royal Guard of Lunaris

Dawn Haven

&

𝕆𝕔𝕥𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕒 𝕃𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕚-𝔸𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕤

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The Hall and Royal lodge they had to reach was hard to miss as the largest and most appointed of those in the settlement. Following the road you just had to look where the biggest building was passing an Inn that looked promising, market and rather extensive signs of construction going on. The sounds of men hauling on ropes, the chop of hatchets and hammer of the forge as blacksmith was lit by orange fire and glowing slowly cooling steel on a rack.

“Seen quieter siege camps” Hector gave a look from atop the cart as he threaded it past a waiting load of timber that had been cut and was destined for a roof or some kind of internal framing most likely. The pair of horses behaved well even with the place being a busy environment.

“Alot of gold invested, Prince meant to have a lot of sway in his home land.” Coswain said as he trotted his horse down the street realising exactly how much pull he had when you saw what was months of work from absolutely nothing, this place was a virgin ground next to a lake and they had laid everything from roads upwards. “Make way, behind you” He called to someone who had not noticed then, horses could be unpredictable at best especially in unpredictable places, would make a bad introduction to hurt someone just entering the place.

Daphne looked back at the string of carriages, one of them was unusual, back with some strange material plastered on it, heavy things of the size of the horses and wheels that pulled and rested on. Following up the rear glad to let the others clear the path ahead she pulled her reins tighter to keep control as her less experienced mount was a little skittish with all the new activities around her. “Easy, easy. Calm down, we safe” Stroking the powerful neck of her mind and soothing it as she rode, the animals mood beginning to settle after several reputations of the words and action.

…

“We request an audience with the Princess. We bear messages, gifts and have come from the Capital of Lunaris. Kurios Casteillan, Adonis Cowain, Master Warsmith Hector Honoured as “Stone Breaker” and my Senior Squire Daphne Athenus. ” Coswain said formally showing their sealed documents with the Royal seal, the Lord Marshals and his own rank stamped in wax. A large wooden box, a smaller sealed box of letters both with wax and paper tamper marks intact though ink a little smudged from the rain. His own Honour hame was likely known to those who had been in Royal service but did not use it unless he had to, his friend he honoured as an undisputed Master of his arts, he was not an “Officer” as such.

The grizzled veteran nodded at the gesture, he looked more worn and battered than his brother in everything but blood, they had shed it together however many times in Royal service from far north to border skirmish, siege and more. “Stay with us Daphne, just follow our lead.” He in a gesture of support placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, noting the look of panic as she had never been among the Royal family like this, it was a rare honour for a squire to be placed on such duties.

“Thankyou” Daphne calmed down, she had handled her training, her protocol and all manner of things, but that did not prepare you to face the reality of a situation. “See those to the Princess’s rooms please” She said, glancing at the boxes as the other two did not let her be the passive role and expected her to act like the knight she was training to become. It was both hard but also honoured the trust they placed in her.

…

“My Princess, The Royal guard is here including a Lord Castelian, they have your Lord Father seal, and the Lord Marshal of the Royal Guards. They request your audience your highness” A young man in a smart uniform came up to her in a respectful but also hurry, deciding that keeping them waiting would not be best. Giving her and her aid a bow after he had filled her in on the details he had been given.

He backed off as Three armoured figures came into view, two muscular older men with grey in their beards and a younger woman who was tall but in shape for speed rather than brute force more unsure of herself. Each had all their chains of rank and office visible and paused giving her a bow as the most senior spoke. “My Princess 𝕆𝕔𝕥𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕒, We live to serve, We are at your command, to live and die in your service if so it be, THis is our Oath to you.”

When she was approached by the young man, she smiled, though her smile faded when she heard what he had to say. Her father was sending guards to Dawnhaven? Why? Was something going on? It was odd that there had been no knights, royal guards, or Lords in this land for months until this announcement. It caused anxiety and anger to bubble up. Was something going on that her father wasn’t telling her about? “I appreciat the the announcement,” she gestured for him to lead the way to where this group with her father’s seal was. She had to at least entertain them for a few minutes but she rather go find Prince Flynn and bother him.

Then she noticed the armoured individuals and her smile stayed on her face. Seeing the trio caused a mixture of emotions to run through her yet none of them showed on her face. “Thank you for your oath,” she appreciated the oath and the service but why where they here? Octavia rocked on her heels a little, “Why have you been sent to serve me? Is there any particular reason?” she was curious if they even knew why they were here.

The trio looked across from each other having assumed they would have been expected, Gloomhaven lay close to the blight? Had Lunaris really been unable to spare protection for the people here? Their own Princess?

Coswain paused unsure now himself but tried to not let it show. “My Lady. The Valor keeps established on Vindacus mountains already getting cold, we fear the passes may be closed this year.

Your safety was a concern as well as this vital settlement, we were sent here to join your household. The Royal Guard and Army are as you well know, stretched at present… We do not expect to be reinforced.” He was uncomfortable admitting their weakness, the winter, the bandits, blight, and more where pulling them more directions and like butter over too little bread. They were trying their hardest but could not be everywhere. He tried to be respectfully frank and honest with her about the situation at present and the problems in Lunaris.

His discomfort at the idea was clear, both he and Hector had served in better times, they could have spared a Paladin detachment and more. The King had them committed elsewhere to more pressing roles. However he would not lie to her about things back home.

“Your Highness, we have travelled recently and can inform you as best we able.” Daphne said obviously new to this, they did not know how many messages, or if any messengers had failed to make it to Gloomhaven.

Octavia’s face sprung with a redness, she was frustrated, since her last letter to her parents was not asking for guards or knights — she requested individuals that could help her prepare by sewing, knitting, or the like. Maybe she added if they could help build Dawnhaven. “I do apologise for my crudeness, though we do not need knights. We need individuals that can help us prepare for the winter. We do not need physical reinforcements here. We need helpful skills or people will die from the cold!” When she raised her voice she covered her mouth in instant regret. She wasn’t mad at the trio standing in front of her but frustrated that her parents took her letter with such a grain of sand that they sent bulky muscle heads instead of anything useful. No, they were useful. Just not in the way she or the town needed.

She began to rub her temples, “I am sorry. I-I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you three. It is not your fault,” she closed her eyes as she inhaled deeply. Attempting to calm herself and focus. With how things were going and communication between her parents and her — Octavia was feeling like she was a black sheep of the family. Something they finally were able to get rid of. It hurt. She knew their lives were busy but she thought they would at least help her a little more than what they have done.

“I’m sorry to leave you in such a hurry, but I need to find Prince Flynn. If you want to be useful, maybe go to the inn and figure out who needs help. I know construction is happening around Dawnhaven. You three are muscular and muscles are needed for construction. My apologies. I will be with you later,” Octavia was trying to hold onto her level-headed energy at the moment but she was having such a difficult time doing so.

The breakdown in communications between the settlement and the Lunaris capital made them want to groan but held their bearing and refrained from reacting, there would be sharp words held over an al at the Inn it seemed. It would have to be a very very careful balance sandwiched between two rival royals, The Princess and the King…”We will try our best to help your Highness, Hector is a man of many talents.”

“I can try my Princess” Hector said with a tone that was respectful but was somewhat unsure having been thrown into the middle of a family argument.

Giving her a respectful bow they all had the same thought that their lives just got more complicated, but returning home was not an option, they would upset someone powerful and their only plan was to ride out the situation and try to make the best of it all. The Inn had ale, food and maybe they could make a plan and at the very least be fed and watered.

…

Leaving the Hall they made their way back to the Inn they passed, maybe they could enquire about room or finding some place to rent too. The heavy door got pushed open into the Inn and found a table near the bar and the fire pit to warm up. “Inn keep? Can you bring food and ales for three hungry travellers, also Construction? The Princess sent us down here?” Daphne called over to see figures behind the bar. Daphne just sighed at the whole situation closing her eyes and resting head in hands, her first truly serious trust turning into a pile of dung.

“Don't forget to ask if they know anywhere we can rent, or land… guess I'm a master builder.” Hector said as Daphne just gave him a gesture back from her point but followed with an affirmative.

“Wine too” Coswain added, he needed a drink to work this mess out and try and find a path of least resistance. He looked around and saw a hooded lady in a thick Cloak, two young lads happily demolishing a meal and he chuckled, they had pitchers of ale, learning the hard way like all young men must if needed. Least the food smelled like it should be far better than their preserved rations they packed on the cart!

Their heavy Lunarian gear shed from travel, the armour glittered in the fire as they cast off gloves, cloaks and such enjoying the warmth of the fire. Now to work out something from this mess.

“Got it oh olden ones” Daphne stayed by the bar wondering if this whole confusion would cost her the knighthood she had worked to achieve.

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@PrinceAlexus thanks i just wanted to double check for my next post. ^^

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