"Good morning Hadrinn, ah I'm sure I'll be thinking of your food ever day until we're back." Sādhanā says with a grin.
Turning to greet Harakhty, the magus accepts the bundle solemnly. "Thank you, we'll deal with it when we leave town."
"Yes, this is not the place for such things." She is unique; perhaps it is her new body that gives her the ability to sunder those items. "Excuse my curiosity ... but was it hard to adjust to the new ... you?"
The reach the Dwarf's establishment a few minutes after Sadhana and clara. Seeing Sadhana in conversation with Harakhty, she is hesitant to interupt...but, she felt she should share the news about Corda with them.
Catching Harakhty's questions as she nears them, she blushes and steps forward. "Good morning everyone...I thought I should...well, I don't know how to say it exactly so...here Sadhana." She hands her the note that Corda had left for her.
She sniffles a little, "I'm not sure how to feel right now....I'm happy they are together again and get to be a family....it's just....oh, I don't know. I don't know what's wrong with me lately..." She rubs at her eyes as they threaten to tear up again.
Alethiro took hold of her hand and lightly squeezed it to give her strength.
"I love it."
"We'll get this done as quickly as possible and back home soon enough. Let's get packed and ready to go." Cyna says.
Looking at him, she gives him a tentative smile, "I...I'm sorry...I'll be okay. This really isn't how I want you to think of me after we leave. I'll be fine....really." Taking a deep breath she sighs and wills herself to relax. She just leans her head on his shoulder and takes some slow and steady breaths until she's calm again.
Sienna nods, getting her stuff together.
Sādhanā welcomes the interruption giving her more time to consider her response to Harakhty's question. Taking the note from Arista, she quickly reads through, eyes,widening in surprise, before she reads it again out loud for Clara and Harakhty's benefit.
"Well that's the most surprising thing I've heard in a while. I can't even begin to imagine what would haveSkaar to have happened for Skaar to turn to the Dawnflower much less give up fighting, but if it brings them back together, then good for them both." she says with a smile.
"I suppose we can say that the gods are mysterious," Clara says, a smile on her face as well. "I am happy for Corda though."
Elena rolls over and smiles at Drago. "I suppose so."
After packing the girls make their way to Hadrinn's for a last meal before their mission.
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Ylrhea eats light, her stomach aflutter. Her eyes shone with admiration for Cyna. She had a deep, undying faith in her captain. She knew Vencious would pay when they kicked in his door. She sighs and makes herself as unobtrusive as possible.
"I think the kid's nervous," Sienna says aside to Cyna.
"I feel the same, that guy is quite terrifying. But we have an amazing group of people at our side. I know that tower is ours one way or the other." Cyna says.
After getting dressed, the couple made their way to Hadrinn's and entered just as Clara said she was happy for Corda. "Why is that? Did Skaar come back?"
"Not exactly," Clara says.
Lifting her head off of Alethiro's shoulder she looks at Drago, her eyes seem a little red and puffy, but she seems to be holding herself together.
Giving Drago and Elena a slight nod and smile she explains, "She...left me a note. Something about Skaar not fighting anymore and how Sarenrae was going to take her to be with him. It's nice really....they get to be a family now." She looks back down and gets quiet again.
"How wonderful!" Elena explains.
"Skaar? Gave up fighting? Huh, who'd have thought that would happen?"
Arista just shrugs her shoulders.
"He must have had quite the experience."
Clara approaches Alethiro and touches him on the shoulder. "After the wives leave, did you want to meet the Hospitallers? I know you've seen them before, but not actually talked to them."
Hadrinn comes up to Sādhanā, a note in his hand. "Ah, I have a message for you from one of resident 'nightfolk'."
I suppose this will be farewell for now, Sādhanā. I thank you for your hospitality and ask a favor of you. Drago is struggling with his nature and I believe you can help him as a swordswoman. Teach him the ways of the longsword and help him to overcome his addiction. This will be repayment for what I shall do for Valwick.
~Divitia Bardi
Putting a hand to her belly as it rumbles softly, she looks sheepishly at Alethiro, "I guess we should get something to eat too. I'm just...not feeling that hungry."
Sādhanā smiles as she reads the note. Looking over at Drago, she flashes the dhampir a grin. "Looks like your sister named her price for the building materials and construction for the wall." she says placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Meet your new sword instructor." she says with a chuckle.
Looking around at those assembled, both those travelling on the mission and their most cherished loved ones, she is struck by the intense feeling of unity among them and shared with others who were not currently present.
Looking around at her friends she smiles again, squeezing Clara's hand.
"Well everyone, let's enjoy this meal and the company today, knowing that there will be more days like this. It's an honor to stand and to fight alongside of you. Now let's eat and get a move-on, as much as we'd wish it, that horrible bastard isn't going to kill himself.
A look of determination in her eyes, Arista nods her head. "Well...I guess we're just going to have to help him with that then, aren't we?" She glances around at the others, then Sadhana and finally over to Alethiro. Sitting down with everyone she eats lightly and has some tea. She sits and listens as the others talk. For the most part she is just quiet as she eats slowly, reaching over for Alethiro's hand occasionally she gives it a light squeeze and smiles at him to let him know that she's alright.
"Skaar was always one to make his own choices." Harakhty was pleased Corda had the chance to be reunited with him, but the circumstances of his departure remained shrouded in mystery. Some secrets are better left alone though.
The vanara was quite surprised at Divitia's request. "Training with a weapon seems like meager payment. She must be fond of you." Naeem had showed Harakhty the ways of the spear, and the young shaman was still not fond of it. Capable of the techniques - just clumsy in actual practice. And to think one can get buildings for such training."
"Well then, I guess I'd better get a suitable blade after breakfast." Drago replied. After helping Elena to her seat, the Dhampir seated himself and ordered some food. His appetite was quite hardy.
As the group finishes their meal and departs from Hadrinn's to attend to any last minute business, they catch sight of a ship being unloaded. Carts of ore roll down the gangplank toward the mines and a group of muscular, tanned people make their way off the boat as well. The sun is quickly covered by a thin veil of clouds, a faint humidity in the air.
Looking out at the ship being unloaded, Arista smiles at Alethiro. "See how much life has grown here? I can't wait to get back and see all the changes that will be made here." She pauses for a moment, "I think I need to look into a few more supplies before we depart. If you needed to do anything you could go ahead, otherwise you're welcome to come with me."
"Clara wants to introduce me to the Hospitallers, so I think I'll go do that." Giving Arista a quick kiss, the Elf turns to the Paladin and says, "Lead the way."
Looking towards the carts destination, Drago turns to Elena, "I suppose I better go see what Kierk has available." A thought occurs to him and he asks Sādhanā, "Do you wish to come with me and make sure I get the right blade for me?"
Clara leads Alethiro to the future chapel, only a foundation occupying the lot. A wooden bungalow sits adjacent to it. Clara knocks on the bungalow's door.
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Sure, I should pick up an extra blade to practice with you anyway. With all that raw ore it looks like Kierk'll be quite busy going forward." the Anizari says leading the way to Kierk's forge.
She smiles at him as he leaves with Clara and then turns and walks by herself to find some supplies. They are headed into unknown territory and she wanted to make sure they were prepared for whatever might lie ahead.
"Let's get Drago that wand before I forget about it entirely." Cyna says.
Curious to discover what the ore and its purpose were, Harakhty tags along with Sadhana.
Once in the shop, he inquired of the forgemaster. "The day greet you, Kierk. We noticed there was a large amount of ore being moved about. What kind is it? What do you plan on using it for?"
As they walk towards Kierk's forge Sādhanā turns to Harakhty. "So in response to your earlier question, about adjusting to a new body, yes and no.”
She pauses to think before going on. ”In combat, it’s easy. In fact it was almost effortless. The Anizari are born to be warriors. My reflexes are a hair faster, I’m stronger and there seems to be a sort of effortless flow to battle now that I could only achieve on my best days before. My body’s tougher than before so little bumps and scrapes I sort of ignore now, and injuries that I’ve had to deal with for years no longer exist.”
” At the same time it was pretty disorienting, suddenly being 4 inches taller, adjusting to being a different build, I’m heavier and more powerfully build now so what old clothing I had doesn’t really fit all that well. I had to get new things. There’s other, more personal aspects that I’m still getting used to as well but overall, I wouldn’t change a thing.”
"Good day, Arista," Halfpocket greets the aasimar. "What can I do for you?"
***
Kierk seems flustered as carts of ore begin flooding into the mine accompanied by the group of nine, tanned individuals the group spotted earlier. "Blasted tarns o' th' Nine Hells, if I know."
The dwarf comes up to on of the individuals. "Now, what in th' world are ye people doin' here with all this ore?"
"Apologies, Master Dwarf," the person replies. "We were contacted by a Michael Andimus on behalf of an orc who saved our town. We promised him a portion of the ore, so here it is. From the sounds of it, you also needed some more blacksmiths so we are all 2nd echelon apprentices."
The dwarf scratches his beard. "2nd echelon, eh? Th' question is what am I gonna do with all this..."
He shakes his head and turns to the group. "Seems like Ah have mah hands full, but what can Ah do fer ye?"
Michael opens his door as Cyna, Sienna and Ylrhea approach. "Ah, good morning, what can I get for you today?"
Once inside Halfpocket's she greets him, "Ah, good morning sir. I was just wondering if I could trouble you for some rations?"
"Of course," Halfpocket answers, hopping on his stool and reaching above and behind him for some pouches. "While I carry some exotic varieties, I think the standard trail rations would be best. How many days would you like?"
Sādhanā chuckles at the dwarf’s consternation. Things would definitely have progressed by the time they returned.
"Well, Drago here needs a serviceable combat ready longsword, something not too heavy and pretty well balanced. Actually I’ll need a basic one to work with him with.” she says with a grin.
She thinks for a moment, "Better play it safe, I'll take 10 if you have them. How much do I owe you?"
"That'll be five gold," Halfpocket answers.
***
Kierk roots around his work area, producing a plain longswords. "It'll cut, but not much more'n that. It's got a good weight t' it."
"So ye looking fer a training sword, or another one like that?" the dwarf asks Sādhanā.
"For me woring with him one like that might be best, it's training while we're out in the field so the soone he gets used to facing a live blade the better. It's just that Oblivion isn't a training weapon by any stretch of the imagination." the Anizari responds with a shrug.
Arista smiles at him as she hands him the gold, "Thanks Halfpocket, I guess it'll be a while before I see you again. Take care and may Sarenrae light your path."
Drago took hold of the blade and slowly weaved it back and forth, to get a better feeling of the weight. "This should do just fine Kierk." Taking another look at the blade, "How much do I owe you?" Then the carts caught his eye again. "Could you possibly make a custom order by chance?"
"And may Desna keep yours clear," the halfling answers.
***
Kierk produces a similar blade for the magus. "They're usually fifteen gold, but Ah can cut it down t' ten a piece, since Ah'm swimmin' in ore now. What d' ye have in mind fer a custom piece?"