Walden:
Galahad:
Feylinn:
Myla:
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Elmina:
Nilson:
Gareth:
Wymer:
Mordred:
Landon:
Also I wanted to let you all know that I will be heading down to Texas for my friend's memorial tomorrow. It isn't till the 20th but we're going down a day early and coming back the day after. The hotel does have wifi so I may be on late the 19th but I will very likely not be on the 20th at all. If you have questions I will answer then as soon as I return.
To keep things flowing in this I think you guys should let you character talk a bit together. You've known at the very least of each other for a few years know going through classes and you all lived in the capitol barracks for a while, well all save Gawain but that is because he's a visiting prince. He gets his own chambers. But making friendships before we start the main game is more then welcome and even encouraged.
Getting a new haircut and I can start off some character rp here. :p
Be safe on your trip
Sitting here trying to decide if I need to put Profession Courtesan in as a skill. (Currently, you could say that skills speak of that of a Courtesan with 2 ranks in bluff, 4 in Dip, 4 in Acrobatics, and 4 in Profession Dance...but I debate things like this so heavily especially when someone else puts ranks in a profession) The issue would be, Should I give up Acrobatics or Stealth or possibly even Escape Artist? (Let's be frank, Escape Artist is hard to really put in heavily since if a combat character was built to grapple you, they'll friggin grapple you.)
I mean, I guess my character's mentality would lean away from the aspect of doing it as a business. Since he did work for a guild or Madam for a period and then when he was knighted he quit doing it for money but merely for fun. So maybe I should have no ranks in it as a profession?
Edit=Life span of the Fey (Elves)? Do they age roughly the same as humans or do they grow quickly like humans and just ace extremely gracefully from there?
I am done and ready to rock. Gear for Galahad is in my profile. (He probably got some gold off of me too, but I have plenty left so I ain't worried.) I have a profile set up but...
Be safe and I am sorry you are going through this. I know what it is like. Take care of yourself.
The door to the common room opens, casting bright rays of sunlight into the area. Most of the Knights are already inside when in stumbles a man who looks nothing like a Knight. At least compared to the figures in the room. He is a young man of average height, and long white hair in a single braid that reaches his shoulders. Unlike everyone in the room he is dressed in a light leather tunic, and light leather pants. Fine clothing for any commoner, but compared to the more noble feel the other people in the room are wearing, certainty out of place. The man's shirt is covered in puncture marks and dried blood.
He is followed behind by a young girl who looks more in part with the classic figure of a Knight. Her blue hair coming to an end at the top of her full plate, she cuts a striking figure for a 13 year old, but for a second she is more recognizable then the man. After all, Myla is often hanging out with the other Knights and Squires when not training. A bloody ransuer in hand she is quick to follow after the stumbling man.
Ser, she said, obviously furious. You must sit down and wait for me to get a medic!
I thought I told you! the man said, his voice recognizable when his form wasn't. It is the man out of place. The bakers son playing Knight with the group of nobles and warriors. Dealan Garnett. Quit calling me Ser, Myla. No one is above anyone. I will be fine. It is just some blood.
I won't let my Knight die before I learn all I can! she yelled at Dealan. Next time let me handle things. Don't rush into a fight with no armor and no weapon. I could have made quick work of those wolves! All you did was put your life at risk!
Knock it off Myla. Dealan replied, not caring about the scene the two are making. After all it has been common since he took her as his squire. You know very well the farm boy was in trouble. Besides I took care of the wolves.
You could have died! the young girl yelled back.
It would have been worth it to save a life. Dealan replied. Now quit smothering me. I need to get cleaned up so I can go..
Oh no! Myla said fiercely, though this time without a yell. I am not letting you go bake for the ward like this. I have no idea what kind of condition you are in!
It's just a few scratches girl the baker replied. I will be fine. I have had worse.
@Trimar: if you take it I will let you use the profession roll to make coin. Also Elves age as elves age. They are a long lived race, just people find them easier to deal with then normal get.
Also you can go ahead and speak for your squires if you wish, but come play time I will be controling them. So they may not act just like you have played them.
"S-sir, it is going t-to start storming soon!"
Gawain opened his eyes and stared up at the dark black clouds rolling in high above. He relaxed back in to a neutral stance, letting the heavy broadword he held come to rest point down in the grass beneath his feet.
"You are right Galahad. Isn't it beautiful?" He smiled brightly, turning to glance at the younger man who stood huddled beneath a tree, the cowl of his thick forest green cloak pulled up over his head. "Arkay blessed, Galahad I forgot you were even there till you spoke. You are getting better at being still. Stillness is key to connection with Arkay. You can not hear the God unless you can cancel out any and all distractions. Yes?"
Galahad froze, his eyes widening slightly as he began to think of a reply. Before the boy could do too much harm to himself Gawain laughed and shook his head. "I best Galahad. Forgive me for zoning out on you. Come, let us take our things and go get cleaned up. We will meet in the common room in an hour."
Galahad smiled faintly and bowed from the neck. "Yes m'lord," With that the boy bowed and began to gather their things as Gawain turned to do the samw.
***Later***
Gawain pushed his way in to the common room a couple hours later, dressed in his freshly cleaned and pressed uniform. Oh his chest sat the mark of Arkay, beside it hung the Pendant of Taelen, a pendant depicting a Griffon, wings spread in flight, with a large sapphire set in the centre. The pendant and the sapphire burned with its own light, bright and clear.
He moved to a table against the wall and poured himself a goblet of wine, before he was drawn towards the sound of arguing common from a table part way in. He walked over curiously to find a young girl berating her Knight openly. Gawain smiled, meeting Galahads eyes, on the other side of the pair, before he stepped forward, clearing his throat quietly, once the shouting had calmed down.
"Driving your Squire insane again I see Ser Garnett. What was it this time? A charging boar attempting to trample a maiden? When will you upgrade to proper armour?" He chided playfully, knocking his goblet against the womans plate to show what he meant. "Though the young lady may kill you herself, no matter what armour you wear. What day you Myla? How goes your tutelage? I trust Ser Garnett is treating you more kindly than I treat poor Galahad here?" He gestured at the young man who moved forward and inclined his head to the girl before bowing to the Knight.
"Do you require someone to look at your wounds Ser Dealan? I can send for a healer quite quickly..."
I have armor. I just don't wear it unless I know I am going to be in danger. Dealan replied with a smile. And if she tries to kill me she may find it to be harder than she thinks.
Dealan gets up, dusting himself off with a wince. His hand hovers over his heart for a second, which remains untouched. I will be fine, but thank you Ser Gawain. And please stop calling me Ser. After all I am an equal not a superior. Besides. I promised the wards a good cake tonight. Can't waste time with a healer. But since I have a few hours before then I can stay and talk. These are just a few scratches from form hungry wolves and..
And he decided to jump in despite having a perfectly armed and armored squire who could have taken care of the wolves Ser Gawain. Aside from that Ser Dealan.. Myla started.
Stop calling me Ser, or Knight or whatever! I am just Dealan. Dealan interrupted.
Dealan has been a a fine teacher. He neglects his health almost all the time despite my arguments, never sleeps the full night through, charges in what amounts to no protection, and spends more time baking than he does training to my knowledge. Though he is quite skilled and a good teacher. I don't care to loose him or get a new Knight to train me Ser Gawain. He can be a very good teacher. And he treats me nice enough I guess. I don't know how you treat Galahad. He is awfully quite around the rest of the ladies.
Would I be very familiar to the group considering how introverted I appear to be? :-)
Dealan has been in the group of Knights for six years and would have atleast introduced himself.
I am almost done with my build. I will have that and my background ready for tomorrow.
Join the RP guys :P
Recruitment is now OPEN for: Vampires of Golarion - The Quest for Eternal Night a Second Darkness AP
Will finalize tomorrow, this all kept me busy tonight...
I have here Page Walden's equipment list.
Light horse, combat-trained
Cavalier's Kit
MW glaive
MW breastplate
light steel shield
Longsword
2 daggers
Small steel mirror
3 potions of cure light wounds, CL1.
Two more men on horseback gallop into town, and begin to stable their horse in the public stables next to a common tavern.
The taller of the two quickly dismounts and secures his light horse into one of the better built horse pens. The young cavalier wears a high quality chainmail armor with a tabard emblazoned with a roaring lion.
"Walden", says Ser Jonith, addressing his squire, "please make sure both horses and fed, watered, and brushed down, with my lance secured."
Wide eyed with the instructions before him, the light blue-haied young man responds, "Ser Jonith! You will not be assisting me with the care of the mounts?
"Not this time", spoke the cavalier. "It has been several weeks since I've had the pleasure of the company of my fellow knights, other than Ser Lady Marcia, of course, and I am eager to met with them. As you well know, it is a rare event that care of the horse are solely yours, so do not despair. Once you have completed the tasks to my level of satisfaction, I wish you to join me, as always", nodded Sir Jonith.
"Yes, Ser", said Walden, as he straightened his posture. With a small, wry smile, the squire continued. "Who knows, Ser Jonith. Perhaps the Fates will conspire to have Ser Lady Tanith in attendance".
With a furrowed brow, Ser Jonith responds, "Try not to take too long, Walden, lest I add destoning the hooves to your list of tasks." With that, Ser Jonith walked up to the doors of the tavern. Checking the bulge of his belt pouch to make sure he had his coinage (and deck of cards) on his person, the cavalier opens the doors and walks into the building.
Looking around the large room, Ser Jonith immediately notices the ragged visage of Ser Dealan, and is surprised to see the countenance of Crown Prince Gawain! He walks quickly to both men, smiling quickly to both squires in attendance, giving Dealean a knightly salute, and Gawain a low, courtly bow.
Dealan rolled his eyes at the rediculous bow directed at Ser Gawain. Hello Ser Jonith. Glad to see you have retained your Bowing skills. Wait a second, Myla. Didn't he have a squire.
He does, it's Walden. And... oh no. You won't get me off topic. You need to see a healer. the blue haired girl replied.
Ser Gawain, Ser Jonith please help me out here. I am fine. It is just a few scratches Dealan said, his hand in his chest. The action was almost habitual as he always did it when people talked about healers.
"Ser Dealan, bleeding: as it is your custom", said Ser Jonith, with a very so slight smile. "You realize the ladyfolk will only tolerate so much scar tissue on their men, lest your 'rugged handsome' turn into 'horribly disfigured'."
The cavalier then gives the fighter a serious look. "I'm sorry, Myla. He doesn't look to be in a serious way, but bandages would go a long way to stopping any infections."
Looking to the squire, Sir Jonith asks, "What brought this on?"
He isn't taking care of himself. So I am going to have to do it! Myla stares, and runs out of the common room, muttering under her breath.
Apologies Ser Jonith. She is still very protective. She is likely off to get Ashton, as she believes he is the only clergy man I would let near me while I'm wounded. She isn't wrong. As for what brought this on, my teachings. She needs to be able to speak her mind without asking. Tossing myself in front of some wolves doesn't seem to help much. Dealan said with a chuckle.
If I can get her to be as protective as she is of me to apply to every single person I'd wager she would be one of the best Knights in the kingdom. But that will take time and training. She has a lot to unlearn because of her family.
Trimar rode in looking positively furious, of all the days to have to ride he had to do it in the rain. He felt he was going to catch a cold at this rate and no one likes a man who has to blow his nose every five seconds.
His Drum stallion positively enjoying the rain and stomping in the mud looked even larger beside that of the pure blue roan Arabian mare that followed beside.
The man despite his furious expression seemed almost to glow in the moonlit storm, his skin fair almost to the point of being opaque and his silver hair hanging down to almost under his saddle despite being braided carefully. He looked uncharacteristically stout despite the lanky form that could only be attributed to his height.
He came to the stables and finally spoke at the small lady that rode beside him. Though perhaps he hadn't been talking to her simply because of how much time he had spent complaining about the weather and the conditions on his way in. "Now Faylinn, Don't you let our fine beasts get matted from all this water and mud. I want you to make sure they are properly scrubbed, fed, bedded down, and given a treat. They've done good work despite the conditions and I'll not be called a brute for having them treated anything less than the best." he said loudly at the diminutive girl.
She was strikingly beautiful for one in the service of a knight and seemed to take great pride in it but looked positively furious that he was ask her to do such a thing before taking care of herself. He smiled and leaned close to her ear "I'm not saying you have to do, just saying make sure it gets done. Use your talents woman, I'll have no squire of mine doing all her own work." he said grinning before he practically danced off. He grabbed a small parcel from his saddle before he left.
Upon entering the room with the other knights he gave a slight bow "Forgive the state of things, it seems Lady Nature decided to be fickle with me on my way in." before he slapped the leather covered parcel on the table and unwrapped fresh clothes that were a few steps above what he currently wore.
He didn't even bother to turn away or seem to acknowledge the fact that anyone still existed in the room as he began to undress fully. The act almost like a well crafted dance took little longer than it would to undress normally.
"Awfully quiet around the rest of the ladies..?" Gawain trails off as he arches an eyebrow at Galahad with a grin. "Gods if I had cheeks like that and half the brains he seems to have, I'd be a wealthy wealthy man!" He laughed softly before Galahad cut him off with a slight cough.
"My Lord, you are wealthy!"
"Ah... yes." Gawain smiled and nodded, idly resting a hand on the hilt of his blade, out of habit rather than insult.
When Jonith joined the group and offered up his bow, Gawain returned it curtly, before reaching out and clasping the man on the shoulder. "Now now Ser Jonith, no need for that. We are equals here and now. Galahad, please get Ser Jonith a drink if you would. Something strong and warming." The squire bowed his head and made his way to go do just that.
As talk turned to the training of Squires, Gawain sighed slightly. "Galahad is a talented fighter, strong and true, and quite a kind and caring man, filled with the goodness and strength of Arkay. But by the gods he is as interesting as a wet blanket. The man needs to learn to lighten up. I am trying to teach him to enjoy life, but gods it is a struggle."
He was about to say more when Ser Deleflaur burst in to the room. Gawain raised a hand in greeting, but let it fall as the man began to strip and change before the whole room. With a laugh, Gawain shook his head and averted his gaze slightly, "I have not seen a man get dressed so fast unless he was running from a very angry husband. Hail and well met Ser Trimar!"
Dealan smirks. I suppose when you leave enough womens' beds, you learn to dress fast.
Despite saying this there is a harshness in his eyes. As if judging the man. But enough talk. Lets drink. I have a fresh loaf of bread for us to split. It has some fruit in it.
Gawain laughed and nodded. "My brother was quite fond of chasing married women in his youth. Especially older women, those who had husbands who were uncaring or unkind, those who would be seen harassing servants because of their status. I used to berate him sun up to sun down, 'Why won't you find a nice young woman of your own instead of doing this?' but he never told me. I guess he saw it as his form of justice? Who knows..." He smiled to himself, lost in fond remembrance.
Trimar stopped mid-dressing and looked at the men and their gossiping. "Forgive me, you'll make my ears turn red if you keep up with this idle gossip about my frivolities. However, I do assure you I chase no skirts whose skirts have been claimed. That is a young man's game and a brash one at that." he said before he finished dressing.
He slipped himself up to the table and let loose the braid of his hair. "I have my own honor when it comes to what you speak, though I prefer less...vigilante justice?" he said laughing a bit.
Don't worry to much on my opinion of your... social life Ser Deleflaur. There is only... no nevermind that. You are a good enough Knight, though your sense of modesty is like... nevermind that either.
Dealan shrugs. You can't mention her. On your life Dealan!
"Now now Ser Jonith, no need for that. We are equals here and now. Galahad, please get Ser Jonith a drink if you would. Something strong and warming." The squire bowed his head and made his way to go do just that.
"Your Royal Highness", Says Ser Jonith, "I hope that Ser Dealan knows what I said was in jest", turning to give the injured knight a short, but official bow. "I have great respect for his personage and station."
As talk turned to the training of Squires, Gawain sighed slightly. "Galahad is a talented fighter, strong and true, and quite a kind and caring man, filled with the goodness and strength of Arkay. But by the gods he is as interesting as a wet blanket. The man needs to learn to lighten up. I am trying to teach him to enjoy life, but gods it is a struggle."
"Ah, Your Royal Highness, yet Galahad has the enviable position of being a squire to the Crown Prince. His drive to prove his worth of such a post may be bordering on manic at times. He places himself under extreme stress to succeed under your tutelage."
As Ser Trimar begins to underdress, Sir Jonith looks to the distant wooden pillars of the room, until the ranger is decent.
I have returned!
Welcome back fearless leader.
~hazzahs~
I am in the same boat except it's purely writer's block on my part StS. I should've had this guy's background hammer out within 24 hours of the crunch. (At least by all other standards of character creation for me) However, I literally cannot sit myself down to write for him in that manner.
I'm finding no issue RPing him but backstory is just aggressively not getting done atm and it's driving me nuts. At least I suppose I have a storyboard of sorts blocked out.
~hazzahs~
I am in the same boat except it's purely writer's block on my part StS. I should've had this guy's background hammer out within 24 hours of the crunch. (At least by all other standards of character creation for me) However, I literally cannot sit myself down to write for him in that manner.I'm finding no issue RPing him but backstory is just aggressively not getting done atm and it's driving me nuts. At least I suppose I have a storyboard of sorts blocked out.
My players in table top solve that problem by giving themselves amnesia, just don't remember their past. Then I give them a background instead... fun times for all. Well for the DM at least :-)
Dealan smiles at the antics of the other Knights. You should tell them. After all, you can trust them.
Ser Gawain, I... the baker began, his hand not leaving his heart. ..... I promised to come as soon as possible. I'm sorry for the delay. Please wait a bit longer, I will be there soon. I am thinking of taking Myla to the South actually. Some time away from danger would be good for her, and I can focus on things other than fighting to teach her. Do you think Arthur will mind all that much? Or anyone else for that matter?
At that moment Myla burst back into the hall, with Cleric Ashton followed behind her. He won't let me get a regular healer! The wolves bit him up worse than he wants to admit.
Myla... you have a lot to learn.
Has she brought you down here again Ashton? Dealan called to the priest. There is a slight tension in the air as he addresses the priest. It is friendly enough but its clear to everyone around Dealan has some kind of problem with the priest. Maybe telling her to always speak her mind should wait.
Gawain frowned in thought for a second, intent on answering the mans question, before the Squire burst in to the room, Cleric Ashton in tow. 'Ah, well this may be a problem!' He thought with a wry grimace, as he took another sip of wine.
When Dealan had finished speaking his piece, and before the priest could respond, Gawain coughed politely and stepped between the two. "Cleric Ashton as I live and breathe, it is good to see you sir. I have been looking for you actually. Or rather, Galahad has. The boy has had the worst cough for the last week and it needs looking at. Haven't you Galahad?"
"Excuse me m'Lord?" The boy asked as he returned to the group, handing Ser Jonith a drink with a bow.
"Your cough boy. The bad one you have had for a week that you direly need to talk to Cleric Ashton about!"
"Oh... yes m'Lord!" The boy fakes a small cough. "Lord Ashton..."
Turning back to Dealan, Gawain smiled before clapping the man on the shoulder. "Dealan I do not think his royal highness will mind. If you like I can speak to him with you? I always find it best to attack problems that have been troubling us with a friend at ones side, yes?"
Ashton gave a long sigh as he walked in. "I am well aware you don't care much for me Ser Dealan. But I have been recruited by our King to ensure the help of the court and knights. Please allow me to do my job at the very least?" He asked with a small smile.
Ashton looked to Galahad and gave a small laugh. "It is nice that you do what your knight asks but lying is bad as well son." He told the younger prince with a smile.
Galahad crossed his arms and tried to hide his slowly reddening face.
Myla walked over to Dealan, a slightly annoyed look on her face. "One healing! That is all I'm asking for Ser."
Thank you Gawain. Dealan said with a smile. Turning to Ashton and Myla he lets out a laugh.
It is just some blood. Im better protected than my squire here thinks Ashton. And my problem isn't with you Ashton. Its with your god. If you must heal me you must but I'm not taking off my damn tunic. Dealan says with all the stubborn commoner he can muster.
Please wait a bit longer. This stupid healing is killing me.
Have you visted the south where I was born Ser Gawain? You might find the food to your liking.
Gawains eyes tighten slightly as Dealan declares a dislike for Arkay, before a smile crosses his face and he glanced away. "Galahad is a good lad Ashton, and it was less a lie and more a bending of the truth, to aleviate possible tension, yes? Good and evil may be black and white but lying, that is a grey area, don't you agree? Lying to alleviate suffering is a good task surely? White lies are but shades of the truth, and shading is a wonderful thing!" Gawain smiled to show he was joking.
"I have not had the pleasure of trying the cuisine Dealan but if it is anything like your baking I am sure it is delicious. Now, let the nice man treat your wounds so we can continue to enjoy the knight! HA! A pun, how delightful!"
Ser Jonith steps back to give the incoming cleric and squire room to administer to Ser Dealan.
The cavalier thinks careful about his next words, then speaks The Crown Prince.
Your Royal Highness, as a Knight of The Realm, I see far too many shades of gray for my liking. Yes, one knows that to live in the real world, one must tell a lie to spare pain, but I try to do so as little as possible, lest the gray areas of life become too comfortable"
Having said his peace, Ser Jonith takes the offered mug of mead from the returning squire.
Gawain laughed and nodded in agreement with Jonith. "Yes, yes now you are right Jonith. You have the thrust of it. Lying to spare pain or to prevent unnecessary conflict is acceptable, but is not to be practiced all the time. I agree with that wholeheartedly. And please, Jonith call me Gawain. This is not my kingdom. I am but a lowly servant of Arkay, a Knight of Arthur. I will be a Royal Highness when I return home, but now I am Gawain. Ser Gawain if you must!"
Ashton sighed as he took out his holy symbol and spoke a few calm words. All around felt a soft, gentle wave come over them. "There see, no problem." He said before he turned, nodding to the other knights, and headed out.
Myla sighed as she shot a glare at Dealan. "Healing done, now you can go running off." She told him.
"Ah.. and now they're going to get in to a talk of morals..." Galahad sighed as she looked between Jonith and Gawain.
Soon enough Feylinn came walking in humming a song, which she stopped as she herself came to a halt before the group of knights. "Good day all, oh Ser Jonith, Walden may be a while." She told him.
"Oh well we can talk about something else if morals bore you. How about... weren't you talking about how cute you thought a certain young Lady was... What was her name...?" Gawain grinned, grabbing Galahad in a playfully headlock and giving his hair a quick mussing. "Go, run, drink and be merry. Just don't drink too much. And no dueling or play fighting. Leave us old men to talk morals and religion!" He pushed Galahad away and turned back to the others.
Dealan laughs. Thank you Myla. Now would you like to run off? Or would you like to stay with the rest of the Knights. It is up to you. We will be covering a lot of things, and I don't want you to miss out on life.
Feylinn, what did you do to poor Squire Walden?
Though Jonnith, Gawain. Morals should never be an issue of you are simply doing the right thing. If you are going to argue about lying would that not be more ethical than moral?
"There is no argument, I agree with the statements the man made, and ethics, morals, at the end of the day are they not the same thing?"
The cavalier nods in understanding of Ser Gawain's request.
Feylinn, what did you do to poor Squire Walden?
"Walden is carrying out our daily duties with the same level of duty and care we normally do. The young squire knows the level of admonishment he would receive if he did any less."
"Besides," nods Ser Jonith, "in a situation like this, it benefits the knight to have a squire's tutelage to undertake a knight's more mundane duties.." The cavalier smirks. "But it not something I like to abuse."
Gawain arched an eyebrow and nodded towards the young female squire who joined them. "I think young Walden is currently enjoying double his normal workload and probably has little idea why he is!"[b] He smiled and took another sip of wine. [b]"Rather your Squire than my own!" He began to laugh softly.
Trimar smiled and looked elsewhere at her comment. He had a good feeling that she had gotten the boy to do her work as well given how quickly she came to the meeting.
He shook his head at the others, partially to let his hair relax more before getting out a small brush and working on it. "Feylinn, I imagine the talks in here will bore you to tears, I'd suggest a warm bath if you can find the proper maids to set it up and then back to your duties. Maybe a light snack for the bath as well so you aren't too hungry. Must finish your chores before dinner proper." he said lightheartedly.
He turned his attention back to the others "Hmm, personally I find the truth abhorrent most of the time. Nothing worst than the truth for someone's spirits...well, unless you are good at telling the truth and lying at the same time." he said smiling.
Dealan pauses giving Myla a look. Afterall since they had paired up he hadnt once thought to keep her out of any conversation. Afterall she deserved to know almost everything. Sers is there any reason you send off your squires instead of giving them a choice to join to conversation? I don't see why they should have a choice to hear what we are talking about even if it is something as stodgy as a Prince from another land, a stablemaster, a elf with a love of.... and a baker talking about the future. Wait a second. Aren't we missing someone?
Dealan turned to Myla. Thank you by the way. Oh and we may be going south at somepoint. There are more things to teach you. And again the choice to leave the conversation is up to you.
"There is no reason to send them away, they could stand here and listen to us all day, but they do that already. They deserve to just leave and live a normal life as they wish. Galahad is a young Prince with his own personality, I am encouraging him to go and shine in his own right, not to be stuck under the gaze of his old crotchety master!"
Feylinn gave a giggle when asked what she did. "Oh, Walden is just doing me a favor is all. I find putting away the horses to be such a hassle and I'm no good at it after all." She said as she gave them a sad look, her hand balled up and placed slightly over her lips.
Galahad sigh as he rubbed the bridge, eyes closed. "You maybe worse then your knight..."
"Normally I'd agree with Galahad, but Walden isn't difficult to manipulate. Far too much like his eldest brother I hate to say." Myla told them as she shrugged.
"Why Myla dear! You sound like you're speaking from experience!" Feylinn smiled as she leaned closer to the blue haired squire.
Myla simply placed two fingers upon Feylinn's forehead and pushed the young girl away. "I speak from the knowledge of his family, and even if I was speaking from experience you of all people have no room to talk."
"Don't you feel like a proud parent watching these three interact? Though no fighting! Bad Squires!"