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Dyelli Beybi
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Master Crim
Lord Wraith
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Silas Rieger@Tackytaff, Yuliya Ilyanovich Vasilieva @Suicharte, Nazih Iqbal@Ziegenkonig, Esmi’nesta’tawaar@BlackRoseSiren, Yvain de Berbignon@jasbraq, Penelope 'Penny' Pellegrin@Force and Fury, Sven Bjørnsson
Marz scoffed as he set his hand on his side, right on top of his hammer, "Might as well see who it is. Standing around gives us nothing but more questions".
Silas nodded at the Hegelan, but made no motion to do anything beyond stand in the same place he'd been sitting.
While the rest of her group discussed and bickered, the Yasoi amoung them was naturally the first to take action. The cliffs might not have been Esmii's native terrain, but they provided more than enough holds and ledges for her to move up and out of the other's sight before most notice she'd begun at all. Once some fourteen feet from the ground they'd begun on, she turned around to observe the object of discussion below.
Sure enough, a young boy was sitting cross-legged atop the rock, staring back at her. It didn't take long to recognize him as the stable-hand from the few days before; unmistakably filthy and small. A small trail of crumbs lead from his mouth down a soiled shirt, and finally to a small pile on the rocks between his thin knees; the remains of their rations, it could be presumed.
Silas's not-eyes stared, unseeing, back at Nazih "He wasn't doing nothing before" He replied with a shrug, then lifted his own pack to be inspected. Unlike most of the others, it was free of obvious tears and holes, but none the less empty. "Stole whatever the rats didn't get." Silas' face turned upwards to glare at the figure still sleeping beyond the overhang.
Yuli brushed herself off from the dust of the mountains and the steppes. She was hungry, both for blood and for food at this point. Being a nomad did not suit her lifestyle, and she was half tempted to subsist off the mana brews that she'd bought in the hegelan city. Still, her annoyance was peaked by the powergazer. She had first felt endearment to the lad, when they had undergone their plan in the trials, but he was a known shifty character at this point, and she couldn't help but feel as if he was responsible for some of the troubles that had been plaguing them thus far.
"Why is your pack fine? Is empty, but no damage. And why would not say anything? You aren't even supposed be here! she shouted accusingly at the lad. Were she not famished and angry at the situation, she might have chosen a more stealthy approach but the time had passed for such measures in her mind as she was very ready to beat the snot out of this would-be informant just to make herself feel better at this point.
Once realising that it's a boy from the stables a few days ago "If you lot are finished discussing whatever it was. It seems we were being followed by one of the stable-hands that we met. And it seems that he is covered in crumbs." she informs the group below her
Ah, a fight between a merchant and a commoner breaking out might be just the entertainment the Perrench lad could use at a time like this, however there was no need for hostilities still. "Perhaps he just got lucky. Even if he is not supposed to be here a helping hand is always appreciated."
A smug grin appeared on Yvain’s face after he finished saying his piece. "Oh, if you do choose to fight with one another. He paused. "Then I will have to be forced to end said quarrel and I promise I won't be gentle."
Silas’ face darkened with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. Some fear too, if he was honest with himself; he’d gone to great effort to avoid Yuliya at all costs for some time, after all.
“Just told you- I got robbed.” He shook his pack in demonstration, nothing but a cloth and two bennies fell out; the latter of which the boy quickly scrambled to collect again. But Yvain’s words didn’t go unnoticed.
“I’m supposed to be here much as any of you!” Silas spat out incredulously, “Ain’t nothing to even end- snail-sucking prick.” He finished, the last of his anger spat at the Perrench boy. It wasn’t fair. None of this was his fault, and offering help had gotten him nothing but condescension and more blame. He glared and fell back to his initial seated position, arms crossed and indignant, as Esmii’s shouts echoed from above.
Being ignored by the others, Esmii rolls her eyes and scoffs looking down at her group bickering with each other. "Boys..." she mumbles to herself. "As I was saying. A boy has been following us, he came from the stables a few days, and he's covered in crumbs. Did you hear me that time?" she shouts down once again, next time, she'll throw something at them.
Marz heard the constant bickering of those behind him, and let out a sigh as he rolled his eyes. He was about to turn and bark out until he heard the short long foot call down with information about who is following as he threw her a thumbs up.
"Ya, I hear ye".
Marz began to leave to confront the child, "While ye all bicker and try to keel each other, I'ma see our rat".
The child continued to observe Esmii on her first call to the others, but on the second he made to scatter. In one sudden motion, he was crouching, the debris of his stolen breakfast scattered as launched himself away from her on all fours, disappearing under the ledge. Rather than immediately fall, he gripped tightly with his fingertips, swinging his narrow frame with enough momentum to launch him self to another handhold in the rock some feet further in- still in clear view of the students below, but safely out of reach. Or so he’d assumed. Forgotten amongst the shouting, Marz was already half-way up to where the boy had just been, and within arms reach of his shoeless, callused foot.
Marz saw the little bugger scampering about, seemingly to maybe try and dodge the many prying eyes. Using reflexes and skills of an experienced climber, he expertly came right into Marz' hands as all Marz did was reach up and grab the boy by his foot and began to try to pulled him down while saying, "And down ye come".
Esmii says in a worried tone " Marz, be careful with the boy "
"Chied! Chied!" The boy screamed as his foot was grabbed, throwing his balance and sending both tumbling to the rocky ground. The child's screaming didn't end, even after nearly crushing Marz upon falling atop him. "Tall strangers tried to kill me! Vagrants! Liars! Criminals!" Yuliya had the grace to translate the heavily accented Hegelan for the others at first, but soon gave up as it became clear the boy intended to do little more than hurl insults and curses at them.
Marz had taken falls before, stone is where he was born from. Earth is his home, so a small fall of 20-30 feet meant nothing, especially when magic was introduced.
Merz however was angered on how now the boy hollered to the wind like some banshee. Marz' face contorted as he yelled at the boy in Hegelan to hopefully shut him up so an interrogation can actually begin, "Shut up! You follow and steal from us, and we're criminals? The least of your worries is a little tumble!"
The fluent language was enough to quiet the boy for a moment at least. He stared up at Marz, as though just realizing that he too was a Hegelan. "Not you!" The boy replied with shock and indigence- as though these strangers would ever be worth following. "Ilvir follows the Margukh." His eyes scanned the area for the beasts in questions, but they landed on Nazih first and narrowed. "Protect Margukh"
Marz sighed and shook his head, he looked to those in his party, "He's here for the animals. Making sure they don't get injured and can make it back".
Sven blinked. "All life is sacred," he said. "Of course we will protect these animals that have helped us. Why wouldn't we?" He patted his big goat. He'd become rather fond of her. "If you're here to look after them, why didn't you just say so?"
Ilvir stared blankly at the tall Eskandish while the others translated for him. "most ousiders don't know how to respect a Margukh" He replied, withering gaze falling up Nazih again as he kicked the loose stones at his feet.
"Chorily gave orderes to keep away from the strangers, so Ilvir keeps alone, travels only with the Margukh." Sure enough the familliar sound of the boy's voice alone was enough to draw two of the goats towards the group to investigate.
Esmii climbed down from her stone vantage point, she came close to losing her footing a few times on the way down, but she recovered. With a couple feet from the ground she jumped to land on he feet where the group is. "There we go." she says, dusting herself down.
Hearing what the boy was saying. "What do you mean?" she asks him.
"Well, maybe you can teach us if you let us talk to you," Sven answered. "I love Marghuks already, but I really don't know much about them, so I'll probably make some mistakes unles syou correct me." He paused. "You know, maybe it was the same for Nazih." He gestured toward the darker-skinned boy. "He doesn't have any where he's from." He raised an eyebrow, glancing between the other two. "What did he do anyway?"
"Obviously something very wrong, though I was just attempting to give the Marghuk's some relief from all the dirt their coat is ridden with." Nazihs shuffled himself over so he was crouched down next to the second, smaller boy, "I too wish to know more about how to care for the Marghuk. I'm sorry for earlier."
Ilvir backed away at first, eyes darting between Nazih and Marz as the older Hegelan translated for them. He seemed to relax a little once it was done, and picked one of the pelts of moss that made up most of his clothes and draped it over Nazih's outstretched arm.
"Moss." He said. "Marghuk's need the muck to grow the moss. Keep warm from the wind." He shook his head and let out a sigh before looking to the horizon, squinting at the well-past-risen sun "Lowlanders don't know much, should have taken the east route last day- a climb then would save time now. Won't make it down before dark."
Nazih blinked in surprise a few times, wondering if something was lost in translation. The thought of needing to be covered in dirt to survive was not one he wanted to entertain for himself, but he started to understand why the beasts needed the moss.
He turned to examine the coat of his mount more closely, "Intriguing, I never would have guessed."
"I get it. I hate it, but I get it."
Silas, who had remained quickly sulking behind the rest of the group, had decided enough was enough when both the Darhanic and Eskandish tried to make nice with the stowaway.
"What do we care about the cows?" He complained and pointed an accusing finger at Ilvir. "He still stole our food!"
Marz spoke up once more, now stopping his own translations, "Blind one has a point. He stole our food. And if he was actually here for the beasts and following us, he'd have brought his own".
"That is a bit of an issue," agreed Penny. She counseled herself patience. Commons like this one clearly was always seemed to act in bad faith, but it was often because they did not have it so easy as she did. He'd likely been hungry. "If you were hungry," she began, glancing apologetically toward Marz, who she hadn't known well before but who'd be an absolute gem as a translator. "Why didn't you just ask us for food? If this was your job," she continued, "Why didn't they give you anything to eat?" She still skewed more sympathetic than accusatory, but she let her confusion show too.
Whatever tension had been brewing in the young boy for being accused, evaporated at Penny's comment; which sent him into a fit of laughing.
"Ilvir hungry on a mountain trail! Do fish drown in the lowlands? Birds forget to fly?" He shook his head to regain some solemnity. "Low food on low ground belongs to the rats, soft-head. It's the them Ilvir took from- rats don't mind difference between Hegelan food and mountain food." He shrugged but offered back the soiled warping-cloth that had once held Silas' rations.
"Well he sort of has a point there, the rest of our food did get snatched by rats." Nazih poked the holes in what was once a sturdy bag. "But wait; if we had the Hegelan food, what did you mean by 'mountain food'? Why didn't you eat this mountain food instead of ours?" Nazih was hungry.
"Moutain food is best for the Marghuk and birds. Rats don't appreciate Zuri's cooking like Ilvir." The boy shifted his weight to lean on one of the goats that had approached him, in turn the creature nuzzled the hip where his other hand was placed. Almost miraculously, he produced three berries for it to gobble down.
"But if lowlanders are hungry, mountain food is better than no food" He considered something intently for a moment before nodding to himself, and taking two steps forward put himself in the centre of the group. "Ilvir can show where to find mountain food, and how to get down the steppe quick, if the tall strangers can keep quiet about Ilvir to Choliry."
The discussion that followed was a short one. Silas alone protested the other boy's entry to the group, but the elder Biro's dismissed his concerns as the hungry grumblings of a robbed thief.
They didn't mount their Marghuk for long, instead following Ilvir through twisted crevices that Sven and Nazih would struggle to pass at times. The goats were indifferent to their struggles; gracefully leaping upon the more open cliffs overhead, those gifted in climbing or kinetic magic might have a better time following their lead, as Ilvir did.
The tight spaces continued for what felt light hours, and just when the hunger and claustrophobia might have broken their spirits; the group poured out to a small opening. Cliffs surrounded them on all sides, but looking directly upwards showed clear blue sky far past the rocks. Under their feet was, while not actual soil, wet clay; nourishing enough for thorny bramble to take root and latch itself to the stone surroundings. The sound of running water was everywhere, but the numerous tiny rivets of water coursing down the walls were easy to miss at first glance.
The brambles, while cumbersome to navigate, were spotted with large dark berries similar to those they’d seen Ilvir feed the goat. He later showed them how to uproot the plant without hurting themselves, and how to clean and cook the long and thin roots over a fire made of the thorned branched themselves. Nothing was wasted.
While the group stopped for their late breakfast, Ilvir paced the small area, picking through the few plants they’d left behind for more fruit. The whole time he muttered to himself, glancing up on occasion to check on the Marghuk or stare curiously Marz. Their guide was a good more subdued on the remainder of their journey, directing them to follow the sound of water through further caves and canyons.
The sun was setting, but still lighting the sky when the party emerged from the base of the mountains to the misty, cool air of the upper steppe. ”Ilvir and Marghuk will stay here until twilight before going home.” He said as goodbye, clearly not intending to follow them into the human village.
Silas nodded at the Hegelan, but made no motion to do anything beyond stand in the same place he'd been sitting.
While the rest of her group discussed and bickered, the Yasoi amoung them was naturally the first to take action. The cliffs might not have been Esmii's native terrain, but they provided more than enough holds and ledges for her to move up and out of the other's sight before most notice she'd begun at all. Once some fourteen feet from the ground they'd begun on, she turned around to observe the object of discussion below.
Sure enough, a young boy was sitting cross-legged atop the rock, staring back at her. It didn't take long to recognize him as the stable-hand from the few days before; unmistakably filthy and small. A small trail of crumbs lead from his mouth down a soiled shirt, and finally to a small pile on the rocks between his thin knees; the remains of their rations, it could be presumed.
Silas's not-eyes stared, unseeing, back at Nazih "He wasn't doing nothing before" He replied with a shrug, then lifted his own pack to be inspected. Unlike most of the others, it was free of obvious tears and holes, but none the less empty. "Stole whatever the rats didn't get." Silas' face turned upwards to glare at the figure still sleeping beyond the overhang.
Yuli brushed herself off from the dust of the mountains and the steppes. She was hungry, both for blood and for food at this point. Being a nomad did not suit her lifestyle, and she was half tempted to subsist off the mana brews that she'd bought in the hegelan city. Still, her annoyance was peaked by the powergazer. She had first felt endearment to the lad, when they had undergone their plan in the trials, but he was a known shifty character at this point, and she couldn't help but feel as if he was responsible for some of the troubles that had been plaguing them thus far.
"Why is your pack fine? Is empty, but no damage. And why would not say anything? You aren't even supposed be here! she shouted accusingly at the lad. Were she not famished and angry at the situation, she might have chosen a more stealthy approach but the time had passed for such measures in her mind as she was very ready to beat the snot out of this would-be informant just to make herself feel better at this point.
Once realising that it's a boy from the stables a few days ago "If you lot are finished discussing whatever it was. It seems we were being followed by one of the stable-hands that we met. And it seems that he is covered in crumbs." she informs the group below her
Ah, a fight between a merchant and a commoner breaking out might be just the entertainment the Perrench lad could use at a time like this, however there was no need for hostilities still. "Perhaps he just got lucky. Even if he is not supposed to be here a helping hand is always appreciated."
A smug grin appeared on Yvain’s face after he finished saying his piece. "Oh, if you do choose to fight with one another. He paused. "Then I will have to be forced to end said quarrel and I promise I won't be gentle."
Silas’ face darkened with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. Some fear too, if he was honest with himself; he’d gone to great effort to avoid Yuliya at all costs for some time, after all.
“Just told you- I got robbed.” He shook his pack in demonstration, nothing but a cloth and two bennies fell out; the latter of which the boy quickly scrambled to collect again. But Yvain’s words didn’t go unnoticed.
“I’m supposed to be here much as any of you!” Silas spat out incredulously, “Ain’t nothing to even end- snail-sucking prick.” He finished, the last of his anger spat at the Perrench boy. It wasn’t fair. None of this was his fault, and offering help had gotten him nothing but condescension and more blame. He glared and fell back to his initial seated position, arms crossed and indignant, as Esmii’s shouts echoed from above.
Being ignored by the others, Esmii rolls her eyes and scoffs looking down at her group bickering with each other. "Boys..." she mumbles to herself. "As I was saying. A boy has been following us, he came from the stables a few days, and he's covered in crumbs. Did you hear me that time?" she shouts down once again, next time, she'll throw something at them.
Marz heard the constant bickering of those behind him, and let out a sigh as he rolled his eyes. He was about to turn and bark out until he heard the short long foot call down with information about who is following as he threw her a thumbs up.
"Ya, I hear ye".
Marz began to leave to confront the child, "While ye all bicker and try to keel each other, I'ma see our rat".
The child continued to observe Esmii on her first call to the others, but on the second he made to scatter. In one sudden motion, he was crouching, the debris of his stolen breakfast scattered as launched himself away from her on all fours, disappearing under the ledge. Rather than immediately fall, he gripped tightly with his fingertips, swinging his narrow frame with enough momentum to launch him self to another handhold in the rock some feet further in- still in clear view of the students below, but safely out of reach. Or so he’d assumed. Forgotten amongst the shouting, Marz was already half-way up to where the boy had just been, and within arms reach of his shoeless, callused foot.
Marz saw the little bugger scampering about, seemingly to maybe try and dodge the many prying eyes. Using reflexes and skills of an experienced climber, he expertly came right into Marz' hands as all Marz did was reach up and grab the boy by his foot and began to try to pulled him down while saying, "And down ye come".
Esmii says in a worried tone " Marz, be careful with the boy "
"Chied! Chied!" The boy screamed as his foot was grabbed, throwing his balance and sending both tumbling to the rocky ground. The child's screaming didn't end, even after nearly crushing Marz upon falling atop him. "Tall strangers tried to kill me! Vagrants! Liars! Criminals!" Yuliya had the grace to translate the heavily accented Hegelan for the others at first, but soon gave up as it became clear the boy intended to do little more than hurl insults and curses at them.
Marz had taken falls before, stone is where he was born from. Earth is his home, so a small fall of 20-30 feet meant nothing, especially when magic was introduced.
Merz however was angered on how now the boy hollered to the wind like some banshee. Marz' face contorted as he yelled at the boy in Hegelan to hopefully shut him up so an interrogation can actually begin, "Shut up! You follow and steal from us, and we're criminals? The least of your worries is a little tumble!"
The fluent language was enough to quiet the boy for a moment at least. He stared up at Marz, as though just realizing that he too was a Hegelan. "Not you!" The boy replied with shock and indigence- as though these strangers would ever be worth following. "Ilvir follows the Margukh." His eyes scanned the area for the beasts in questions, but they landed on Nazih first and narrowed. "Protect Margukh"
Marz sighed and shook his head, he looked to those in his party, "He's here for the animals. Making sure they don't get injured and can make it back".
Sven blinked. "All life is sacred," he said. "Of course we will protect these animals that have helped us. Why wouldn't we?" He patted his big goat. He'd become rather fond of her. "If you're here to look after them, why didn't you just say so?"
Ilvir stared blankly at the tall Eskandish while the others translated for him. "most ousiders don't know how to respect a Margukh" He replied, withering gaze falling up Nazih again as he kicked the loose stones at his feet.
"Chorily gave orderes to keep away from the strangers, so Ilvir keeps alone, travels only with the Margukh." Sure enough the familliar sound of the boy's voice alone was enough to draw two of the goats towards the group to investigate.
Esmii climbed down from her stone vantage point, she came close to losing her footing a few times on the way down, but she recovered. With a couple feet from the ground she jumped to land on he feet where the group is. "There we go." she says, dusting herself down.
Hearing what the boy was saying. "What do you mean?" she asks him.
"Well, maybe you can teach us if you let us talk to you," Sven answered. "I love Marghuks already, but I really don't know much about them, so I'll probably make some mistakes unles syou correct me." He paused. "You know, maybe it was the same for Nazih." He gestured toward the darker-skinned boy. "He doesn't have any where he's from." He raised an eyebrow, glancing between the other two. "What did he do anyway?"
"Obviously something very wrong, though I was just attempting to give the Marghuk's some relief from all the dirt their coat is ridden with." Nazihs shuffled himself over so he was crouched down next to the second, smaller boy, "I too wish to know more about how to care for the Marghuk. I'm sorry for earlier."
Ilvir backed away at first, eyes darting between Nazih and Marz as the older Hegelan translated for them. He seemed to relax a little once it was done, and picked one of the pelts of moss that made up most of his clothes and draped it over Nazih's outstretched arm.
"Moss." He said. "Marghuk's need the muck to grow the moss. Keep warm from the wind." He shook his head and let out a sigh before looking to the horizon, squinting at the well-past-risen sun "Lowlanders don't know much, should have taken the east route last day- a climb then would save time now. Won't make it down before dark."
Nazih blinked in surprise a few times, wondering if something was lost in translation. The thought of needing to be covered in dirt to survive was not one he wanted to entertain for himself, but he started to understand why the beasts needed the moss.
He turned to examine the coat of his mount more closely, "Intriguing, I never would have guessed."
"I get it. I hate it, but I get it."
Silas, who had remained quickly sulking behind the rest of the group, had decided enough was enough when both the Darhanic and Eskandish tried to make nice with the stowaway.
"What do we care about the cows?" He complained and pointed an accusing finger at Ilvir. "He still stole our food!"
Marz spoke up once more, now stopping his own translations, "Blind one has a point. He stole our food. And if he was actually here for the beasts and following us, he'd have brought his own".
"That is a bit of an issue," agreed Penny. She counseled herself patience. Commons like this one clearly was always seemed to act in bad faith, but it was often because they did not have it so easy as she did. He'd likely been hungry. "If you were hungry," she began, glancing apologetically toward Marz, who she hadn't known well before but who'd be an absolute gem as a translator. "Why didn't you just ask us for food? If this was your job," she continued, "Why didn't they give you anything to eat?" She still skewed more sympathetic than accusatory, but she let her confusion show too.
Whatever tension had been brewing in the young boy for being accused, evaporated at Penny's comment; which sent him into a fit of laughing.
"Ilvir hungry on a mountain trail! Do fish drown in the lowlands? Birds forget to fly?" He shook his head to regain some solemnity. "Low food on low ground belongs to the rats, soft-head. It's the them Ilvir took from- rats don't mind difference between Hegelan food and mountain food." He shrugged but offered back the soiled warping-cloth that had once held Silas' rations.
"Well he sort of has a point there, the rest of our food did get snatched by rats." Nazih poked the holes in what was once a sturdy bag. "But wait; if we had the Hegelan food, what did you mean by 'mountain food'? Why didn't you eat this mountain food instead of ours?" Nazih was hungry.
"Moutain food is best for the Marghuk and birds. Rats don't appreciate Zuri's cooking like Ilvir." The boy shifted his weight to lean on one of the goats that had approached him, in turn the creature nuzzled the hip where his other hand was placed. Almost miraculously, he produced three berries for it to gobble down.
"But if lowlanders are hungry, mountain food is better than no food" He considered something intently for a moment before nodding to himself, and taking two steps forward put himself in the centre of the group. "Ilvir can show where to find mountain food, and how to get down the steppe quick, if the tall strangers can keep quiet about Ilvir to Choliry."
The discussion that followed was a short one. Silas alone protested the other boy's entry to the group, but the elder Biro's dismissed his concerns as the hungry grumblings of a robbed thief.
They didn't mount their Marghuk for long, instead following Ilvir through twisted crevices that Sven and Nazih would struggle to pass at times. The goats were indifferent to their struggles; gracefully leaping upon the more open cliffs overhead, those gifted in climbing or kinetic magic might have a better time following their lead, as Ilvir did.
The tight spaces continued for what felt light hours, and just when the hunger and claustrophobia might have broken their spirits; the group poured out to a small opening. Cliffs surrounded them on all sides, but looking directly upwards showed clear blue sky far past the rocks. Under their feet was, while not actual soil, wet clay; nourishing enough for thorny bramble to take root and latch itself to the stone surroundings. The sound of running water was everywhere, but the numerous tiny rivets of water coursing down the walls were easy to miss at first glance.
The brambles, while cumbersome to navigate, were spotted with large dark berries similar to those they’d seen Ilvir feed the goat. He later showed them how to uproot the plant without hurting themselves, and how to clean and cook the long and thin roots over a fire made of the thorned branched themselves. Nothing was wasted.
While the group stopped for their late breakfast, Ilvir paced the small area, picking through the few plants they’d left behind for more fruit. The whole time he muttered to himself, glancing up on occasion to check on the Marghuk or stare curiously Marz. Their guide was a good more subdued on the remainder of their journey, directing them to follow the sound of water through further caves and canyons.
The sun was setting, but still lighting the sky when the party emerged from the base of the mountains to the misty, cool air of the upper steppe. ”Ilvir and Marghuk will stay here until twilight before going home.” He said as goodbye, clearly not intending to follow them into the human village.
The biros discover a young Hegelan by the name of Ilvir has followed them. An expert in mountain flora and fauna he led them to food after finding their breakfast stolen by vermin in exchange for not telling anyone they found him.
It was late when their audience with the village elder ended. Nikolai led them to yet another building they were meant to spend the night. There were only two rooms available, and two beds in each. It would be up to the group to decide who would be spending another night sleeping in a bedroll on the ground. Before that, they had a final chance to speak with Nikolai, ask him any questions about the begemot and give him a final answer as to how they intend to proceed.
Silas sat some ways away from the others. Silently munching a thick slice of bread over a steaming bowl of stew while discussion began around him; his sulking attitude had persisted all day. The only time his mouth had opened was to make a snide comments and half-audible insults. But the proper warm meal and warm fire of their resting spot seemed to have brought back his voice at least.
"Why stick around at all?" He asked of the others "The big ol' monster ain't what we're here for, I say we take the boat and keep on our way."
Penny paused with her bread - dipped in stew - halfway to her mouth. "You know," she admitted, glancing at some of the others, "He's not wrong." She shrugged. "We have a purpose here, and it's not to get caught up in the animal troubles of some random village. We're not soldiers or mercenaries. I imagine they have a government or lord for this." She shrugged. "Sounds selfish, I know, but we have to trust that we're here for a reason and that reason is urgent." With that, she stuck the fast-cooling food in her mouth and ate it.
Nikolai's nervous hand-wringing habit kicked up again while he stared between Penny and Silas, very clearly not liking the direction the conversation was taking.
"None will stop you from leaving." He admitted, "But as I said, this place it remote. It is a town built on trade, not warfare. I am the beginning and end of any magical talent to be found here, any 'guards' we have are little more than a militia of dock workers." His nerves seemed to wain as he spoke, replaced with frustration and deep resentment. "Help will come for us, but it will come too late. More will die and our food stores will not be full in time for next winter."
His settled and remained on Penny, able to actually look directly into her eyes. "You leave, people die. It is that simple. But helping would not be a charity, there is payment waiting for you."
Yuli sat and contemplated as she enjoyed the first hot meal in a while. On one hand, these weren't her subjects. On the other, they had her people's names and spoke their language. And were they to help, then they'd either have quite the mount for the rest of the way, or ample food and fur supplies.
"I think we should help. I tired of eating bread and leaves. Meat would be good." she spoke, looking at the others. She would be fine if they just left, but this would be a good test.
Penny frowned. Since when had she been afraid to help? Only... it wasn't fear. It was a weird sort of antipathy. She was ever being roped into things that were, quite frankly, not her concern: putting her neck on the line for others in often-thankless endeavours. It was difficult to forget the previous year's misadventures on Isla D'Amato, the thefts of the auction house items, and the events of Bloody Victendes. Yet it was her forays into the Workman's Quarter that smarted the most. She'd been insulted, assaulted, and nearly killed simply for... existing as she was and trying to help. Her entire life, she'd been sympathetic to the commons, imagining them an underserved class. She'd wanted to make common cause or at least help uplift them but, time and again, they had proven that they were violent, hard-hearted, impulsive, and simple. She hated them, in truth. It was the same kind of helpless anger that she'd felt for most of her life towards her family and even towards the Gods. She could not love those - why should she help those - who refused to love or help her back and, in fact, did quite the opposite!?
Yet, Nikolai and his small, isolated village were not her enemies. Here they were housing and feeding her and her... fellow students. She would hesitate to call any of them friends save Yuliya and Yvain. They were offering payment as well, and testing herself against a Begemot sounded... Dangerous! Deadly! oddly exhilarating. Then, Yuliya spoke and it was more weight to swing the other way. Why was she listening to Silas anyway? Had she felt some misplaced kinship with him because he, too, was viewed as disabled? He was merely proving his common simplicity and selfishness. She was a princess of Perrence! Was it not her prerogative - nay, her duty! - to behave in a manner befitting her station?
"I have perhaps spoken in haste and judged the situation too harshly and without complete knowledge." She took a moment to shift as she sat. "It is true that we are here on urgent business of our own, but I am not opposed to finding and either driving off or slaying this beast in the morning." She nodded in Nikolai's direction. "I am happy to offer that much of my time for a matter that is clearly of great importance to the people of this place."
Sven scowled. He was seated beside Esmii, with her snuggled into his side, but he could feel her shift at Penny's words, and then Yuliya's. For a moment, their eyes met, full of concern. It had never occurred to him not to help, and then he realized that most likely those here were out for blood. They were fixated on killing the great creature without even bothering to understand why she was doing what she was. "I believe we should help theshe people," he said solemnly. "But I believe there ish a more elegant sholution than 'shoot first, ashk questionsh later.' Thish ish highly unusual for a Begemot, at leasht to my outshider knowledge. There ish a caushe. We may not need to shed blood here: hersh or oursh."
Esmii sat next to her boyfriend. Enjoying her food that she was given. Breaking small bits of bread off to feed her loyal dormouse companion Sage, who was sat on one of her shoulder. She agreed with Sven, wanting to try to at least help them with this Begemot situation. "I think we should help them. she says looking to the group. "It might be beneficial for us to help, I could also help treat people even the citizens if they get hurt." she says to Nikolai with a little smile. Her smile slowy fades. "That's really all i can do, Heal. I feel so inadequate, especially with inability to fight. Can i not do any more?" she mumbles to herself.
"I am an emissary sent by St. Yuri's to ensure Vissoriya's interest in the trade through the Kirguz and good relations with the people here. In turn I provide them with services in the Gift, and... educated council. Nikolai replied to Yulia in rapid Vissoriyan before returning to the other in Avincian.
"I thank you for your reconsideration." He nodded towards Penny then Sven where his gaze remained. "But I fear I cannot promise reward without clear evidence the creature will not trouble us again."
"Well good, because I think we need more information before we decide how or even whether to approach this. Perhaps you have a hunter that can give us more details about the beast or how to best subdue it?" Nazih prodded
Penny nodded agreeably and twisted to regard Nikolai. "Any edge you can give us will make it easier to figure out how or if we can help you."
"I can tell you what I do know, but it is little. The Begemot is fully grown by all accounts, some say say up to fifty feet in height," He hesitated before continuing. "They also claim it's developed a taste for blood so," He splayed his hands in display of his own blindness to the truth of the situation. "It's strange enough that one's travelled so far north higher than the lower steppe. That it's come directly to our farms, attacked other animals is almost unheard of. There are farmers you can speak to, witnesses, but I warn you these trying times have awakened a... provincial irrationality causing them to invoke all sorts of ancient superstition."
Esmii thought to herself, about the information that had given to her and her group. "I wonder... She placed a hand onto her chin. "If its traveled so far north, something must have happened to its habitat. Something that has forced the creature to leave. Like hunters invading and it defended itself or its nest, that could explain why this had a taste for blood. But why it's up here, its could be out for revenge or looking for something. " this idea was based on it happening a couple of times with some of the Beasts in the swamps of her homeland.
"I cannot imagine any hunter- even an entire guild, being foolish enough to engage a full-grown Begemot. But there has been word of troubles on the lower steppe... Nikolai shrugged. "Begemots are occasionally hunted for their tusks- useful in magical crafting and very valuable, but rarely is such a task taken without a number of certified mages and notice to the surrounding areas. If someone was desperate enough though... Well, I wouldn't completely rule it out."
Sven tried not to speak over Esmii or make her feel invalidated, but he had taken something different from this. "Jusht what short of 'provincial irrationality' and 'ancient shupershtition are we talking about?" he questioned.
"Desperate times have people searching for explanation and reason. We've lost much is what should be a time of plenty. The cold first, then the begemot. The people here look for sense in it all and find the gods' anger." Nikolai's face tightened and darkened a shade, though it was difficult to tell whether from frustration or embarrassment. "Of course, that these events happened shortly after word reached us of a curse plaguing the lower steppe greatly fuelled the superstition."
Marz had been contemplating and thinking about something, it was only when Nikolai spoke of the Begemot Marz' face lit up, "Akay, I think taking care of this Begemot business should be good".
Nazih sat in deep thought, "Who do we know that is an expert on the local fauna and flora? Someone who has shown us to be very knowledgeable in the ways of the mountain..." And then, it dawned on him. He spoke up, "Maybe we can consult with the goat boy? He did know a lot about how to survive on the mountain, and he hasn't left town yet. It's worth an ask at least..."
"Goat boy?" Nikolai frowned. "If there is another with you, the Elder should know of it."
Esmii looked to Nazih, " Great idea, he was able to tell us a lot about the area, his input would be good to know."
"He should be one of the firsht we shpeak to," Sven agreed, and Penny nodded along. "I'm in favour. And you, Yvain?" She looked to the only one who'd not yet spoken.
Yvain, having kept quiet for most of the discussion. Nodded along with a shrug. "If he can tell us how to deal with it quicker, It's worth a try."
Yvain, having kept quiet for most of the discussion. Nodded along with a shrug. "If he can tell us how to deal with it quicker, It's worth a try."
Penny leaned over and hugged him from the side.
Yvain looked rather surprised, soon showing a warm smile. "To what do I owe this, Penelope?"
"Doing the right thing! she chirped.
"Oh dear me, You make it sound like I never do the right thing. I am not completely heartless." He hang his lip in a teasing manner.
Nikolai's look of concern only deepened as the students talked to each-other. "I will come with you." He announced, "We should not have strangers coming to our lands uninvited and without announcement." He added reproachfully.
Esmii kinda of agreed Nikolai was saying, they are strangers after all after finishing her meal, she gave Sage a little pet as she sat in her usual resting place, while cuddling into Sven. "Do you keep track of the people who have permission?" she asked him
Nikolai's words pricked Penny's suspicions and she worked to hide a scowl. The people of Kyrguz were either more xenophobic than she'd thought - though, technically, Nikolai wasn't even one of them - or there was something being hidden here. She leaned in towards Yvain and switched to Perrench, making sure to keep her tone and expression artificially light. "Something is up. I don't trust him."
Silas kept quiet, he'd made his desires known, even if the others had chosen to ignore is obvious wisdom. Let them throw their lives away, he was more than ready to go home already. But when they mentioned their new found accomplice only hours after promising to keep his presence secret, he spoke up again.
"Damned animal lovers," He forced out a laugh with his words, shaking his head. "Grown so attached to our mounts they really think they can talk to them now." Once he turned away from their host to face the Biros, his cheerful expression changed to one of icy judgement.
"But it would be good to make sure they're on thier way."
Nikolai's words pricked Penny's suspicions and she worked to hide a scowl. The people of Kyrguz were either more xenophobic than she'd thought - though, technically, Nikolai wasn't even one of them - or there was something being hidden here. She leaned in towards Yvain and switched to Perrench, making sure to keep her tone and expression artificially light. "Something is up. I don't trust him."
We're here to help and this is the reception we get? Yvain thought to himself. Then upon hearing Penny speak in their native tongue to him to switch over as well, smiling as if she made A joke. "Oh? What makes you say that? Being unwelcomed guests doesn't sit right with you?"
She'd noticed Esmii looking over and wasn't completely sure what to make of the yasoi. She shook her head to clear it and responded. "Not even just us. He's referring to goat boy - Ilvir, was it? - and his tone.... he's asking for help with a problem he won't reveal more about, yet they don't welcome unannounced guests and he basically wants to supervise us talking with someone we know. Sounds like they have something to hide. If you have any abilities in chemical, I would check for foreign substances in our foods."
Then, however, Silas spoke and Penny'd had enough of him. "Silas, let's walk and talk for a second?" she advised, rising. The look in her eyes made it clear that this was not an offer.
Nikolai did nothing to hide the fact he was staring at Penny, clearly uncomfortable with her shift to a language he did not know. "Kyrguz is a small country surrounded by larger powers. Tagayungri is smaller still and struggling through hard times. Maintaining borders and relations with our neighbours is of the greatest importance." He answered Yvain, while staring at his cousin. He replied to Silas as well, before shifting his gaze from her.
"Margukh? From the Hegelan lands? I'd be very interested in seeing a tamed one up close." He did nothing to break the rules of politeness, but was clearly instant in coming with them.
Nikolai's words pricked Penny's suspicions and she worked to hide a scowl. The people of Kyrguz were either more xenophobic than she'd thought - though, technically, Nikolai wasn't even one of them - or there was something being hidden here. She leaned in towards Yvain and switched to Perrench, making sure to keep her tone and expression artificially light. "Something is up. I don't trust him."
Esmii ears twitched as she heard Penny whisper to Yvain, luckily she was able to understand what they were talking about. While hugging Sven, she whispers into Sven's ear, " Penny has suspicions about Nikolai, be on your guard, do you think everyone else will catch on."
Silas looked between Penny, Yvain, and Nikolai "Alright," He acquiesced to her with nod, taking the remains of his bread with him as he stood to leave from the table and follow her outside.
Niklolai stared after the departing pair, but made no comment except to call after them. "We shall leave to visit your goat friends within the hour."
Sven leaned in and lowered his voice, nuzzling behind her so his mouth was hidden as he spoke. "I am not shure she's right. I'm not shure we should trusht her either. To be honesht, I trusht neither. Let'sh wait to shee how this playsh out."
"We should really check with Ilvir before we let anyone see the Margukh, especially since we don't quite trust this one yet." Nazih said, quietly enough so Nikolai could not hear.
Marz looked at his food, with his helm on his lap to act as a small table, his bowl sat atop it. Marz took a bite yet he seemed to have been lost in thought. He began to look around as he continued to eat and watched everyone.
Some people spoke of going and talking to the Mountain Rat, Silas knew exactly what they did and tried to deflect, yet others continued to speak of the Rat and let Nikolai know of him.
Others seemed to begin speaking among each other and even seemed to speak in other tounges. Possibly doubts of what is going on, and possible worry of things.
All Marz did was continue to eat as he heard the conversations, many of which he couldn't understand. Yet something felt off, this was good for him, materials he needed for his work were right in front of him, yet it seemed strange with their mission. What would cause all of this, Marz couldn't know but it bothered him.
Marz continued to eat, silently, while he lightly tapped his helm. His gaze seemed to have been caught in a 1000 yard stare.
Sven leaned in and lowered his voice, nuzzling behind her so his mouth was hidden as he spoke. "I am not shure she's right. I'm not shure we should trusht her either. To be honesht, I trusht neither. Let'sh wait to shee how this playsh out."
Esmii smiles joyfully with Sven nuzzling her. She kisses him on the cheek, before pulling away "Ok, We'll wait before making a decision. It would be best to keep our guard up. Just in case." she whispsers then kisses his cheek again.
Silas looked between Penny, Yvain, and Nikolai "Alright," He acquiesced to her with nod, taking the remains of his bread with him as he stood to leave from the table and follow her outside.
Penny led him a short ways away, outside and out of earshot before turning to face him. "Silas, for Dami's fucking sake," she sighed, still more concerned and exasperated than angry, "What's going on with you? Who pissed in your porridge?"
Silas stared unseeing at Penny, shocked the near stranger of a girl would speak to him so. But it didn't take long for the surprise to shift into anger. "I didn't get breakfast if you don't remember. On account of it being stolen" He folded his arms and scowled at her. "I'm just trying to keep myself alive and the thieving rat a secret- something the rest of you promised too."
"For someone who seems so angry at him, you sure are putting a lot of energy into protecting him." She tilted her head to the side. "Why's that?"
"Like the smiling host trying to get us to throw ourselves at a monster even less." Silas replied.
"For what it's worth, I agree: something's up with him and I wanna find out what, but... Fuck. I dunno. I should've kept my mouth shut about Ilvir, but once Nazih started, I just... forgot." She paused. "You're also avoiding the question, though."
"For what it's worth, I agree: something's up with him and I wanna find out what, but... Fuck. I dunno. I should've kept my mouth shut about Ilvir, but once Nazih started, I just... forgot." She paused. "You're also avoiding the question, though."
A shadow of a smile flashed across Silas' face. "Maybe I just have a soft spot for all the small vagrants of the world"
"Even when you wanna strangle them, huh?" Penny couldn't help but display a wry grin of her own. "Help me out here, Silas. Like - Ipte - I barely even know you, but you're the only other one who didn't just totally go with the flow. This stinks, Nikolai stinks, and I can smell it from a mile away." She shook her head. "Doesn't it make you just wanna bust it open? Just because these fuckers are trying to make us dance?"
A full smile broke through and Silas' head began nodding vigorously. For the first time since Harrachora's damned bird, someone was speaking sense. "Need to know more 'bout our puppet-master here first." He jutted a thumb back at the building they'd come from. "Keep him talking and walking slow and I can get Ilvir hidden away before you get there."
Penny nodded and, in eager anticipation, began to turn. "Leave it to me. I'll either broach the subject of dragons with Sven near, hammer him with well-meaning questions, or..." She was already moving away, but she glanced over her shoulder. "Worse comes to worst, 'Oops! Oh no! The girl with one leg needs help!'" She winked. "You just get our smelly little... friend? outta there."
Magic lit the groups path back to the mountain path, the reflection of the moon on the rippled waters of the late providing a pretty sight, but little to see with. Nikolai produced the glowing orb himself, arm raised above the others, still nearly coming short of Sven's full height. Even so, it was hard to see amongst the shadows, and near impossible to keep track of each student travelling with him. The short walk was uncomfortably quiet, none entirely sure what they would find upon arrival.
They needn't have worried. The small inlay where they'd left Ilvir was empty. Hoofprints and marks on the stone wall made by the Margukh horns the only evidence they'd been there at all. Nikolai frowned, his light growing to illuminate further as he investigated. He did another count of the students, but all were accounted for. "Well," He finally said to them, "It's unfortunate that your friends have left you, but it is likely for the best they did not linger long on the border.
Silas wasn't entirely sure the boy would re-appear again; their communication had been made mostly through poorly interpreted gestures, but he'd arrived, scowling atop the back of a single remaining Margukh. He muttered something in a language the Constansian boy didn't understand, and another series of violent gestures ensured until the Hegelen was dismounted and following back down the path out of the mountains. Over the flat of the steppe, the faint light of the rest of Nikolai's party could be seen, just in time to disappear inside the building that acted as their home for the night. Silas urged his companion to follow his lead, gripping the smaller boy's arm in a tight grip. But he was near as quick and silent as Silas himself, and the other students had been gathered in Marz's room for less than ten minutes when the pair rapped upon the shuttered window to announce their arrival.
"Things are bad here." Ilvir repeated the same phrase, but Marz and Yulia gave it meaning to the others with translation. "There isn't enough grass- trees should be sprouting by now."
The students told them what they'd learned, the mere mention of a Begemot had excited the young boy, but word of it's violence and supposed destruction upset him more.
"Lies!" He almost shouted, prompting the others the quiet him lest their host come to inspect any noise. "Begemots are solitary and wise, have no need for humans. Not unless they bothered it first." He glared reproachfully at the surrounding group, as though they were somehow responsible.
"There wash a shtorm," Sven offered, "They shaid it whiped out mosht of the new plantgrowth- maybe itsh just hungry?"
Ilvir shook his head after the translation. " Begemots are tough and smart, they can wait through the longest thaws without-" He stopped, leaving his translators and listeners confused as an idea dawned on the small boy. "Ilvir can help you," He said, suddenly standing in-front of his seat on the bed. "Take him to the places the Begemot went- help find tracks, markings in the steppe. Listen to Ilvir and Begemot will be gone; day after next."
Sven was quick to seize on the idea. The problem was that they didn't know exactly where beyond Nikolai's vague mentions of it attacking some of the farms and possibly killing animals. "We should track it tonight," he suggested, "if we can find our way to theshe farmsh. Anybody else in favour?"
Esmii stood talking with the rest of the group. She jumped a little bit from the boys outburst since he was behind her. Her heart, pounding from fright. She wanted to punch him, but refrained since he was just a child. After some deep breaths, she regains herself "What makes you say that? " she asks Ilvir.
When Sven offers if anyone else wants to join him on his suggestion, Esmii smiles putting her hand up. "I'm in.
"You all really just going to go jumping at this kid's offer without questions again?!" Silas stood from his cross-legged position on the floor, he was taller than the Hegelan boy, but still not by over-much. "That food he lead us to this morning was barely food at all- he hasn't even told us what he wants to do." He scowled and folded his arms across his chest. "I still say its a waste of time and we take the boat out come morning. If Ilvir feels so strongly for the monster let him deal with it."
Penny quirked an eyebrow. There was too much inconsistency for her to ignore it anymore. "You bend over backwards to help smuggle him away from Nikolai and now you wanna disregard what he's saying? Which is it, Silas? What gives?" She turned to Ilvir, glancing at Marz and Yuliya along the way. "He has a point, though. What is the plan? You can't expect us to just take it on faith when we hardly know you."
"Keeping the kid from getting smacked around by Nikolai doesn't mean I want to spend the next three days doing his busywork." Silas jut his chin out to compensate for the red flush his face had taken under direct confrontation. "But I can't take the boat alone either, so if we're going to deal with the monster I'd much rather avoid fighting it."
"Ilvir needs only two days to lead the Begemot away" The Hegelan boy interjected. "Find tracks, make lure, no more problems for the lowlanders by tomorrow." His eyes darted between the students as he bounced in place, either excited or nervous about the prospect of his self-appointed mission. "Yous can't be telling Chorily about this either though." He added.
Perhaps feeling a bit guilty for carelessly messing with the child's friends back in the stables, or perhaps just because he was curious, Nazih wanted to pursue this avenue.
"I'm inclined to trust Ilvir here, but it can't possibly be as simple as making a lure. I vote aye, only if we can get a little more information about the plan; namely, what we do after the lure has been made." He directed the latter sentence towards Ilvir.
Marz said, "Eh, yer just a pansy who's used to not needing to eat a traveler's food. Ilvir brought us to something to eat. It's hard, sure, but it filled ye up, no?"
Marz then looked to Ilvir, "What will you need us then? You seem to have it handled, no?"
Ilvir scowled at the Darhanic boy. "No." He shook his head. "You can help keep the lowlanders away but only Ilvir goes near the Begemot." His attention turned just as quickly to Marz, when he finally realised the older boy had been speaking to him, not translating.
"Need meat, if she's gotten a taste for it. Ruce seeds, and any other food that can be found. Gotta find tracks too- anything with her scent, fur, blood waste." He gaze shifted to each of the group again "That being your jobs so Ilvir can stay hidden."
Yvain was looking around to see the other's reaction. "And what if it ignores the lure? Or maybe it just returns to it's normal path after it has taken it."
His noblesse oblige was kicking against his better judgement. "Going in alone against something like that could turn dirty if it goes wrong, no?"
Sven shrugged. "There'sh alwaysh danger." His eyes roved about the room. "Thingsh will probably go the way we plan, but they might not. If we were here to do what wash eashy, then we wouldn't be here in the firsht place. Our prerogative ish to do what ish right: what will shave the mosht lives with the leasht harm. That ish clearly thish option if it worksh. If not, we explore othersh." He rose to his full height and stretched, prepared to get moving. "I have spoken my piece. The resht of you can do as you wish."
Ilvir shook his head emphatically. "Can't go wrong if Ilvir is the one alone with her."
Silas snorted at the translated proclamation. "If the rest of you want to spend the night looking for monster shit go right ahead; leaves a bed for me." With that, Silas yawned, stretched and took leave to the second room assigned to them.
Ilvir scowled after him, but quickly shifted his attention back to Sven. "Helping the Begemot is right." He assured him. "Plan should be easy as, except for finding Ruce seeds, too early and too close to the water for them."
"Could've mentioned that bit earlier," Penny grumbled to herself. "Well then, where are we supposed to find them?"
Ilvir's frown returned "Does she want Ilvir to chew and spit food for her to? Ask a farmer or beastmaster."
Silas sat some ways away from the others. Silently munching a thick slice of bread over a steaming bowl of stew while discussion began around him; his sulking attitude had persisted all day. The only time his mouth had opened was to make a snide comments and half-audible insults. But the proper warm meal and warm fire of their resting spot seemed to have brought back his voice at least.
"Why stick around at all?" He asked of the others "The big ol' monster ain't what we're here for, I say we take the boat and keep on our way."
Penny paused with her bread - dipped in stew - halfway to her mouth. "You know," she admitted, glancing at some of the others, "He's not wrong." She shrugged. "We have a purpose here, and it's not to get caught up in the animal troubles of some random village. We're not soldiers or mercenaries. I imagine they have a government or lord for this." She shrugged. "Sounds selfish, I know, but we have to trust that we're here for a reason and that reason is urgent." With that, she stuck the fast-cooling food in her mouth and ate it.
Nikolai's nervous hand-wringing habit kicked up again while he stared between Penny and Silas, very clearly not liking the direction the conversation was taking.
"None will stop you from leaving." He admitted, "But as I said, this place it remote. It is a town built on trade, not warfare. I am the beginning and end of any magical talent to be found here, any 'guards' we have are little more than a militia of dock workers." His nerves seemed to wain as he spoke, replaced with frustration and deep resentment. "Help will come for us, but it will come too late. More will die and our food stores will not be full in time for next winter."
His settled and remained on Penny, able to actually look directly into her eyes. "You leave, people die. It is that simple. But helping would not be a charity, there is payment waiting for you."
Yuli sat and contemplated as she enjoyed the first hot meal in a while. On one hand, these weren't her subjects. On the other, they had her people's names and spoke their language. And were they to help, then they'd either have quite the mount for the rest of the way, or ample food and fur supplies.
"I think we should help. I tired of eating bread and leaves. Meat would be good." she spoke, looking at the others. She would be fine if they just left, but this would be a good test.
Penny frowned. Since when had she been afraid to help? Only... it wasn't fear. It was a weird sort of antipathy. She was ever being roped into things that were, quite frankly, not her concern: putting her neck on the line for others in often-thankless endeavours. It was difficult to forget the previous year's misadventures on Isla D'Amato, the thefts of the auction house items, and the events of Bloody Victendes. Yet it was her forays into the Workman's Quarter that smarted the most. She'd been insulted, assaulted, and nearly killed simply for... existing as she was and trying to help. Her entire life, she'd been sympathetic to the commons, imagining them an underserved class. She'd wanted to make common cause or at least help uplift them but, time and again, they had proven that they were violent, hard-hearted, impulsive, and simple. She hated them, in truth. It was the same kind of helpless anger that she'd felt for most of her life towards her family and even towards the Gods. She could not love those - why should she help those - who refused to love or help her back and, in fact, did quite the opposite!?
Yet, Nikolai and his small, isolated village were not her enemies. Here they were housing and feeding her and her... fellow students. She would hesitate to call any of them friends save Yuliya and Yvain. They were offering payment as well, and testing herself against a Begemot sounded... Dangerous! Deadly! oddly exhilarating. Then, Yuliya spoke and it was more weight to swing the other way. Why was she listening to Silas anyway? Had she felt some misplaced kinship with him because he, too, was viewed as disabled? He was merely proving his common simplicity and selfishness. She was a princess of Perrence! Was it not her prerogative - nay, her duty! - to behave in a manner befitting her station?
"I have perhaps spoken in haste and judged the situation too harshly and without complete knowledge." She took a moment to shift as she sat. "It is true that we are here on urgent business of our own, but I am not opposed to finding and either driving off or slaying this beast in the morning." She nodded in Nikolai's direction. "I am happy to offer that much of my time for a matter that is clearly of great importance to the people of this place."
Sven scowled. He was seated beside Esmii, with her snuggled into his side, but he could feel her shift at Penny's words, and then Yuliya's. For a moment, their eyes met, full of concern. It had never occurred to him not to help, and then he realized that most likely those here were out for blood. They were fixated on killing the great creature without even bothering to understand why she was doing what she was. "I believe we should help theshe people," he said solemnly. "But I believe there ish a more elegant sholution than 'shoot first, ashk questionsh later.' Thish ish highly unusual for a Begemot, at leasht to my outshider knowledge. There ish a caushe. We may not need to shed blood here: hersh or oursh."
Esmii sat next to her boyfriend. Enjoying her food that she was given. Breaking small bits of bread off to feed her loyal dormouse companion Sage, who was sat on one of her shoulder. She agreed with Sven, wanting to try to at least help them with this Begemot situation. "I think we should help them. she says looking to the group. "It might be beneficial for us to help, I could also help treat people even the citizens if they get hurt." she says to Nikolai with a little smile. Her smile slowy fades. "That's really all i can do, Heal. I feel so inadequate, especially with inability to fight. Can i not do any more?" she mumbles to herself.
"I am an emissary sent by St. Yuri's to ensure Vissoriya's interest in the trade through the Kirguz and good relations with the people here. In turn I provide them with services in the Gift, and... educated council. Nikolai replied to Yulia in rapid Vissoriyan before returning to the other in Avincian.
"I thank you for your reconsideration." He nodded towards Penny then Sven where his gaze remained. "But I fear I cannot promise reward without clear evidence the creature will not trouble us again."
"Well good, because I think we need more information before we decide how or even whether to approach this. Perhaps you have a hunter that can give us more details about the beast or how to best subdue it?" Nazih prodded
Penny nodded agreeably and twisted to regard Nikolai. "Any edge you can give us will make it easier to figure out how or if we can help you."
"I can tell you what I do know, but it is little. The Begemot is fully grown by all accounts, some say say up to fifty feet in height," He hesitated before continuing. "They also claim it's developed a taste for blood so," He splayed his hands in display of his own blindness to the truth of the situation. "It's strange enough that one's travelled so far north higher than the lower steppe. That it's come directly to our farms, attacked other animals is almost unheard of. There are farmers you can speak to, witnesses, but I warn you these trying times have awakened a... provincial irrationality causing them to invoke all sorts of ancient superstition."
Esmii thought to herself, about the information that had given to her and her group. "I wonder... She placed a hand onto her chin. "If its traveled so far north, something must have happened to its habitat. Something that has forced the creature to leave. Like hunters invading and it defended itself or its nest, that could explain why this had a taste for blood. But why it's up here, its could be out for revenge or looking for something. " this idea was based on it happening a couple of times with some of the Beasts in the swamps of her homeland.
"I cannot imagine any hunter- even an entire guild, being foolish enough to engage a full-grown Begemot. But there has been word of troubles on the lower steppe... Nikolai shrugged. "Begemots are occasionally hunted for their tusks- useful in magical crafting and very valuable, but rarely is such a task taken without a number of certified mages and notice to the surrounding areas. If someone was desperate enough though... Well, I wouldn't completely rule it out."
Sven tried not to speak over Esmii or make her feel invalidated, but he had taken something different from this. "Jusht what short of 'provincial irrationality' and 'ancient shupershtition are we talking about?" he questioned.
"Desperate times have people searching for explanation and reason. We've lost much is what should be a time of plenty. The cold first, then the begemot. The people here look for sense in it all and find the gods' anger." Nikolai's face tightened and darkened a shade, though it was difficult to tell whether from frustration or embarrassment. "Of course, that these events happened shortly after word reached us of a curse plaguing the lower steppe greatly fuelled the superstition."
Marz had been contemplating and thinking about something, it was only when Nikolai spoke of the Begemot Marz' face lit up, "Akay, I think taking care of this Begemot business should be good".
Nazih sat in deep thought, "Who do we know that is an expert on the local fauna and flora? Someone who has shown us to be very knowledgeable in the ways of the mountain..." And then, it dawned on him. He spoke up, "Maybe we can consult with the goat boy? He did know a lot about how to survive on the mountain, and he hasn't left town yet. It's worth an ask at least..."
"Goat boy?" Nikolai frowned. "If there is another with you, the Elder should know of it."
Esmii looked to Nazih, " Great idea, he was able to tell us a lot about the area, his input would be good to know."
"He should be one of the firsht we shpeak to," Sven agreed, and Penny nodded along. "I'm in favour. And you, Yvain?" She looked to the only one who'd not yet spoken.
Yvain, having kept quiet for most of the discussion. Nodded along with a shrug. "If he can tell us how to deal with it quicker, It's worth a try."
Yvain, having kept quiet for most of the discussion. Nodded along with a shrug. "If he can tell us how to deal with it quicker, It's worth a try."
Penny leaned over and hugged him from the side.
Yvain looked rather surprised, soon showing a warm smile. "To what do I owe this, Penelope?"
"Doing the right thing! she chirped.
"Oh dear me, You make it sound like I never do the right thing. I am not completely heartless." He hang his lip in a teasing manner.
Nikolai's look of concern only deepened as the students talked to each-other. "I will come with you." He announced, "We should not have strangers coming to our lands uninvited and without announcement." He added reproachfully.
Esmii kinda of agreed Nikolai was saying, they are strangers after all after finishing her meal, she gave Sage a little pet as she sat in her usual resting place, while cuddling into Sven. "Do you keep track of the people who have permission?" she asked him
Nikolai's words pricked Penny's suspicions and she worked to hide a scowl. The people of Kyrguz were either more xenophobic than she'd thought - though, technically, Nikolai wasn't even one of them - or there was something being hidden here. She leaned in towards Yvain and switched to Perrench, making sure to keep her tone and expression artificially light. "Something is up. I don't trust him."
Silas kept quiet, he'd made his desires known, even if the others had chosen to ignore is obvious wisdom. Let them throw their lives away, he was more than ready to go home already. But when they mentioned their new found accomplice only hours after promising to keep his presence secret, he spoke up again.
"Damned animal lovers," He forced out a laugh with his words, shaking his head. "Grown so attached to our mounts they really think they can talk to them now." Once he turned away from their host to face the Biros, his cheerful expression changed to one of icy judgement.
"But it would be good to make sure they're on thier way."
Nikolai's words pricked Penny's suspicions and she worked to hide a scowl. The people of Kyrguz were either more xenophobic than she'd thought - though, technically, Nikolai wasn't even one of them - or there was something being hidden here. She leaned in towards Yvain and switched to Perrench, making sure to keep her tone and expression artificially light. "Something is up. I don't trust him."
We're here to help and this is the reception we get? Yvain thought to himself. Then upon hearing Penny speak in their native tongue to him to switch over as well, smiling as if she made A joke. "Oh? What makes you say that? Being unwelcomed guests doesn't sit right with you?"
She'd noticed Esmii looking over and wasn't completely sure what to make of the yasoi. She shook her head to clear it and responded. "Not even just us. He's referring to goat boy - Ilvir, was it? - and his tone.... he's asking for help with a problem he won't reveal more about, yet they don't welcome unannounced guests and he basically wants to supervise us talking with someone we know. Sounds like they have something to hide. If you have any abilities in chemical, I would check for foreign substances in our foods."
Then, however, Silas spoke and Penny'd had enough of him. "Silas, let's walk and talk for a second?" she advised, rising. The look in her eyes made it clear that this was not an offer.
Nikolai did nothing to hide the fact he was staring at Penny, clearly uncomfortable with her shift to a language he did not know. "Kyrguz is a small country surrounded by larger powers. Tagayungri is smaller still and struggling through hard times. Maintaining borders and relations with our neighbours is of the greatest importance." He answered Yvain, while staring at his cousin. He replied to Silas as well, before shifting his gaze from her.
"Margukh? From the Hegelan lands? I'd be very interested in seeing a tamed one up close." He did nothing to break the rules of politeness, but was clearly instant in coming with them.
Nikolai's words pricked Penny's suspicions and she worked to hide a scowl. The people of Kyrguz were either more xenophobic than she'd thought - though, technically, Nikolai wasn't even one of them - or there was something being hidden here. She leaned in towards Yvain and switched to Perrench, making sure to keep her tone and expression artificially light. "Something is up. I don't trust him."
Esmii ears twitched as she heard Penny whisper to Yvain, luckily she was able to understand what they were talking about. While hugging Sven, she whispers into Sven's ear, " Penny has suspicions about Nikolai, be on your guard, do you think everyone else will catch on."
Silas looked between Penny, Yvain, and Nikolai "Alright," He acquiesced to her with nod, taking the remains of his bread with him as he stood to leave from the table and follow her outside.
Niklolai stared after the departing pair, but made no comment except to call after them. "We shall leave to visit your goat friends within the hour."
Sven leaned in and lowered his voice, nuzzling behind her so his mouth was hidden as he spoke. "I am not shure she's right. I'm not shure we should trusht her either. To be honesht, I trusht neither. Let'sh wait to shee how this playsh out."
"We should really check with Ilvir before we let anyone see the Margukh, especially since we don't quite trust this one yet." Nazih said, quietly enough so Nikolai could not hear.
Marz looked at his food, with his helm on his lap to act as a small table, his bowl sat atop it. Marz took a bite yet he seemed to have been lost in thought. He began to look around as he continued to eat and watched everyone.
Some people spoke of going and talking to the Mountain Rat, Silas knew exactly what they did and tried to deflect, yet others continued to speak of the Rat and let Nikolai know of him.
Others seemed to begin speaking among each other and even seemed to speak in other tounges. Possibly doubts of what is going on, and possible worry of things.
All Marz did was continue to eat as he heard the conversations, many of which he couldn't understand. Yet something felt off, this was good for him, materials he needed for his work were right in front of him, yet it seemed strange with their mission. What would cause all of this, Marz couldn't know but it bothered him.
Marz continued to eat, silently, while he lightly tapped his helm. His gaze seemed to have been caught in a 1000 yard stare.
Sven leaned in and lowered his voice, nuzzling behind her so his mouth was hidden as he spoke. "I am not shure she's right. I'm not shure we should trusht her either. To be honesht, I trusht neither. Let'sh wait to shee how this playsh out."
Esmii smiles joyfully with Sven nuzzling her. She kisses him on the cheek, before pulling away "Ok, We'll wait before making a decision. It would be best to keep our guard up. Just in case." she whispsers then kisses his cheek again.
Silas looked between Penny, Yvain, and Nikolai "Alright," He acquiesced to her with nod, taking the remains of his bread with him as he stood to leave from the table and follow her outside.
Penny led him a short ways away, outside and out of earshot before turning to face him. "Silas, for Dami's fucking sake," she sighed, still more concerned and exasperated than angry, "What's going on with you? Who pissed in your porridge?"
Silas stared unseeing at Penny, shocked the near stranger of a girl would speak to him so. But it didn't take long for the surprise to shift into anger. "I didn't get breakfast if you don't remember. On account of it being stolen" He folded his arms and scowled at her. "I'm just trying to keep myself alive and the thieving rat a secret- something the rest of you promised too."
"For someone who seems so angry at him, you sure are putting a lot of energy into protecting him." She tilted her head to the side. "Why's that?"
"Like the smiling host trying to get us to throw ourselves at a monster even less." Silas replied.
"For what it's worth, I agree: something's up with him and I wanna find out what, but... Fuck. I dunno. I should've kept my mouth shut about Ilvir, but once Nazih started, I just... forgot." She paused. "You're also avoiding the question, though."
"For what it's worth, I agree: something's up with him and I wanna find out what, but... Fuck. I dunno. I should've kept my mouth shut about Ilvir, but once Nazih started, I just... forgot." She paused. "You're also avoiding the question, though."
A shadow of a smile flashed across Silas' face. "Maybe I just have a soft spot for all the small vagrants of the world"
"Even when you wanna strangle them, huh?" Penny couldn't help but display a wry grin of her own. "Help me out here, Silas. Like - Ipte - I barely even know you, but you're the only other one who didn't just totally go with the flow. This stinks, Nikolai stinks, and I can smell it from a mile away." She shook her head. "Doesn't it make you just wanna bust it open? Just because these fuckers are trying to make us dance?"
A full smile broke through and Silas' head began nodding vigorously. For the first time since Harrachora's damned bird, someone was speaking sense. "Need to know more 'bout our puppet-master here first." He jutted a thumb back at the building they'd come from. "Keep him talking and walking slow and I can get Ilvir hidden away before you get there."
Penny nodded and, in eager anticipation, began to turn. "Leave it to me. I'll either broach the subject of dragons with Sven near, hammer him with well-meaning questions, or..." She was already moving away, but she glanced over her shoulder. "Worse comes to worst, 'Oops! Oh no! The girl with one leg needs help!'" She winked. "You just get our smelly little... friend? outta there."
Magic lit the groups path back to the mountain path, the reflection of the moon on the rippled waters of the late providing a pretty sight, but little to see with. Nikolai produced the glowing orb himself, arm raised above the others, still nearly coming short of Sven's full height. Even so, it was hard to see amongst the shadows, and near impossible to keep track of each student travelling with him. The short walk was uncomfortably quiet, none entirely sure what they would find upon arrival.
They needn't have worried. The small inlay where they'd left Ilvir was empty. Hoofprints and marks on the stone wall made by the Margukh horns the only evidence they'd been there at all. Nikolai frowned, his light growing to illuminate further as he investigated. He did another count of the students, but all were accounted for. "Well," He finally said to them, "It's unfortunate that your friends have left you, but it is likely for the best they did not linger long on the border.
Silas wasn't entirely sure the boy would re-appear again; their communication had been made mostly through poorly interpreted gestures, but he'd arrived, scowling atop the back of a single remaining Margukh. He muttered something in a language the Constansian boy didn't understand, and another series of violent gestures ensured until the Hegelen was dismounted and following back down the path out of the mountains. Over the flat of the steppe, the faint light of the rest of Nikolai's party could be seen, just in time to disappear inside the building that acted as their home for the night. Silas urged his companion to follow his lead, gripping the smaller boy's arm in a tight grip. But he was near as quick and silent as Silas himself, and the other students had been gathered in Marz's room for less than ten minutes when the pair rapped upon the shuttered window to announce their arrival.
"Things are bad here." Ilvir repeated the same phrase, but Marz and Yulia gave it meaning to the others with translation. "There isn't enough grass- trees should be sprouting by now."
The students told them what they'd learned, the mere mention of a Begemot had excited the young boy, but word of it's violence and supposed destruction upset him more.
"Lies!" He almost shouted, prompting the others the quiet him lest their host come to inspect any noise. "Begemots are solitary and wise, have no need for humans. Not unless they bothered it first." He glared reproachfully at the surrounding group, as though they were somehow responsible.
"There wash a shtorm," Sven offered, "They shaid it whiped out mosht of the new plantgrowth- maybe itsh just hungry?"
Ilvir shook his head after the translation. " Begemots are tough and smart, they can wait through the longest thaws without-" He stopped, leaving his translators and listeners confused as an idea dawned on the small boy. "Ilvir can help you," He said, suddenly standing in-front of his seat on the bed. "Take him to the places the Begemot went- help find tracks, markings in the steppe. Listen to Ilvir and Begemot will be gone; day after next."
Sven was quick to seize on the idea. The problem was that they didn't know exactly where beyond Nikolai's vague mentions of it attacking some of the farms and possibly killing animals. "We should track it tonight," he suggested, "if we can find our way to theshe farmsh. Anybody else in favour?"
Esmii stood talking with the rest of the group. She jumped a little bit from the boys outburst since he was behind her. Her heart, pounding from fright. She wanted to punch him, but refrained since he was just a child. After some deep breaths, she regains herself "What makes you say that? " she asks Ilvir.
When Sven offers if anyone else wants to join him on his suggestion, Esmii smiles putting her hand up. "I'm in.
"You all really just going to go jumping at this kid's offer without questions again?!" Silas stood from his cross-legged position on the floor, he was taller than the Hegelan boy, but still not by over-much. "That food he lead us to this morning was barely food at all- he hasn't even told us what he wants to do." He scowled and folded his arms across his chest. "I still say its a waste of time and we take the boat out come morning. If Ilvir feels so strongly for the monster let him deal with it."
Penny quirked an eyebrow. There was too much inconsistency for her to ignore it anymore. "You bend over backwards to help smuggle him away from Nikolai and now you wanna disregard what he's saying? Which is it, Silas? What gives?" She turned to Ilvir, glancing at Marz and Yuliya along the way. "He has a point, though. What is the plan? You can't expect us to just take it on faith when we hardly know you."
"Keeping the kid from getting smacked around by Nikolai doesn't mean I want to spend the next three days doing his busywork." Silas jut his chin out to compensate for the red flush his face had taken under direct confrontation. "But I can't take the boat alone either, so if we're going to deal with the monster I'd much rather avoid fighting it."
"Ilvir needs only two days to lead the Begemot away" The Hegelan boy interjected. "Find tracks, make lure, no more problems for the lowlanders by tomorrow." His eyes darted between the students as he bounced in place, either excited or nervous about the prospect of his self-appointed mission. "Yous can't be telling Chorily about this either though." He added.
Perhaps feeling a bit guilty for carelessly messing with the child's friends back in the stables, or perhaps just because he was curious, Nazih wanted to pursue this avenue.
"I'm inclined to trust Ilvir here, but it can't possibly be as simple as making a lure. I vote aye, only if we can get a little more information about the plan; namely, what we do after the lure has been made." He directed the latter sentence towards Ilvir.
Marz said, "Eh, yer just a pansy who's used to not needing to eat a traveler's food. Ilvir brought us to something to eat. It's hard, sure, but it filled ye up, no?"
Marz then looked to Ilvir, "What will you need us then? You seem to have it handled, no?"
Ilvir scowled at the Darhanic boy. "No." He shook his head. "You can help keep the lowlanders away but only Ilvir goes near the Begemot." His attention turned just as quickly to Marz, when he finally realised the older boy had been speaking to him, not translating.
"Need meat, if she's gotten a taste for it. Ruce seeds, and any other food that can be found. Gotta find tracks too- anything with her scent, fur, blood waste." He gaze shifted to each of the group again "That being your jobs so Ilvir can stay hidden."
Yvain was looking around to see the other's reaction. "And what if it ignores the lure? Or maybe it just returns to it's normal path after it has taken it."
His noblesse oblige was kicking against his better judgement. "Going in alone against something like that could turn dirty if it goes wrong, no?"
Sven shrugged. "There'sh alwaysh danger." His eyes roved about the room. "Thingsh will probably go the way we plan, but they might not. If we were here to do what wash eashy, then we wouldn't be here in the firsht place. Our prerogative ish to do what ish right: what will shave the mosht lives with the leasht harm. That ish clearly thish option if it worksh. If not, we explore othersh." He rose to his full height and stretched, prepared to get moving. "I have spoken my piece. The resht of you can do as you wish."
Ilvir shook his head emphatically. "Can't go wrong if Ilvir is the one alone with her."
Silas snorted at the translated proclamation. "If the rest of you want to spend the night looking for monster shit go right ahead; leaves a bed for me." With that, Silas yawned, stretched and took leave to the second room assigned to them.
Ilvir scowled after him, but quickly shifted his attention back to Sven. "Helping the Begemot is right." He assured him. "Plan should be easy as, except for finding Ruce seeds, too early and too close to the water for them."
"Could've mentioned that bit earlier," Penny grumbled to herself. "Well then, where are we supposed to find them?"
Ilvir's frown returned "Does she want Ilvir to chew and spit food for her to? Ask a farmer or beastmaster."
The biros discuss with Nikolai what little is known about the Begemot, the group decided to ask Ilvir what to do, and they come up with a plan to get rid of the troublesome beast without killing it.
A second agreement was reached, of a sort. With Silas and Yuliya bothing being markedly absent from the small room, the rest of the Biros agreed to help the Hegelan boy with his mysterious plan to lead the Begemot away from Tagayungri. Between them, the students would need to find meat, ruce seeds, begemot tracks and waste, and whatever other smelly food that could be procured for making a lure.
Nikolai would be found waiting for them with breakfast in the morning. While dissapointed to learn they oppted for a less permenant solition he promises to aid as much as he can, though he warns he cannot speak for the rest of the village which might be less understanding of merciful plans towards the monster that had terrorized their homes.
Indeed, when they were escorted to the surrounding effect farmlands, work was already well underway to move the remaining livestock and crops further north and into the mountains where it could be protected from the monster.
"If Ozodbek won't help us we'll have to find way to protect ourselves." The farmer they'd seen arguing with the elder yesterday explained to Nikolai on their arrival.
"No need for defenssiveness Dastan, I understand the troubles you face." Nikolai replied before explaining the situation to the farmer.
The latters face darkened as the steward concluded the plan the biros had explained to him. "You want us to sacrafice more of what little we have left to that monster?" He spat on the ground and glared at the students standing behind Nikolai. "No. Kyrguz will help her own. We will protect ourselves untill real help comes."
This is scavenger hunt mission. Its up to you as a group to decide who is going where to get what. Keep in mind Yulia and Silas both need to be informed as to where to go as niether were there when the plan was set in motion.
Once you have decided what your character is after, I will DM you the obstacles in your way. Some rolls may come up, but mostly I will be judging the contents of your post on how successfull you contribution was. Multiple failures will result in a failure of Ilvir's plan and potentially drastic consiquences.
It is suggested you keep in groups, as ONLY Marz and Yuliya will be able to converse with locals in a reliable manner. Nikolai has offered his services as a translator again should you decided to use him.
You need:
- Meat, an amount to temp a dragon-sized monster
- Ruce seeds, a seed more commonly grown in arid lands, is commonly kept by livestock farmers
- Begemot tracks, where it has been, the direction/area it came from
- Begemot sent ie bits of fur, blood, or waste of the animal that can be found
- More food, the condition of it isn't important, so much as there is a lot.
This cycle deadline is set for April 22nd 12PM EST.
Please don't forget to reach out to me if you need help getting started.
Once you have decided what your character is after, I will DM you the obstacles in your way. Some rolls may come up, but mostly I will be judging the contents of your post on how successfull you contribution was. Multiple failures will result in a failure of Ilvir's plan and potentially drastic consiquences.
It is suggested you keep in groups, as ONLY Marz and Yuliya will be able to converse with locals in a reliable manner. Nikolai has offered his services as a translator again should you decided to use him.
You need:
- Meat, an amount to temp a dragon-sized monster
- Ruce seeds, a seed more commonly grown in arid lands, is commonly kept by livestock farmers
- Begemot tracks, where it has been, the direction/area it came from
- Begemot sent ie bits of fur, blood, or waste of the animal that can be found
- More food, the condition of it isn't important, so much as there is a lot.
This cycle deadline is set for April 22nd 12PM EST.
Please don't forget to reach out to me if you need help getting started.
