It was Tarna's daily practice, after finishing her prayers to Torag, to continue her worship to the Lord of Creation by performing maintenance on her weapons and armor. She would typically awake an hour earlier than normal to undertake this ritual. She polished her exquisite gray and gold full plate to a shine, and her squire Volken helped her put the armor on. The breastplate of the armor showed the hammer of Torag atop the anvil of the sunburst anvil of the Forgedawn. She had made the adjustments herself only a few weeks before.
After he had helped her don her armor, Volken went to see if Yuri was ready. Tarna polished her longspear, and then headed out of the tent just in time to see her brother and lord leaving his tent.
“Helga, as I said, you're to go with Azagnar into Restov and see what you can find out at the taverns and markets. I want to know the price of salt and the price of a rumor. Volken and Tarna are with me of course. Even Angrod is already up and in armor! Well, blessed Torag! Uncle, you and Ori are to ride out and get a lay of the land, and if you get a chance I wouldn't mind if you brought home supper. Elga holds the camp, with Ingra, Azala and Melken. Make sure those ponies get to graze, and it wouldn't hurt letting them run a bit if you can. And get those new recruits up to snuff on traveling routine and watches,” her brother looked over the assembled dwarves as he gave his order.
Tarna had to admit that he was a good leader; despite being a bit rough around the edges, and not exactly the world's greatest public speaker, he had a way of getting one's attention quickly, and keeping it.
And so Tarna went with her brother and her squire to Red Table Square. The festival-like atmosphere was almost overwhelming for Tarna, who wasn't used to being around so many people and didn't particularly like it. She had always been quiet, though it wasn't the noise that bothered her. She had practically grown up in a forge, and the cacophonous sounds of hammer and anvil could put her to sleep as easily as rain on a roof for most people. It was the closeness. It was hard to move five feet with being bumped into by someone. She prayed silent prayer to Torag for calm.
Her brother was preoccupied. On the walk over he had been talking about how he had heard that one of the other groups was a band of elementalist mages, and he was interested to speak to them. Yuri had briefly studied earth elementalist magic at the arcane university in Tar-Kazmukh, he had said, and wanted to see where they learned their spellcraft. Not to mention seeing if they minded swapping a few spells.
”I see some elves over there, if its not the Frozen Flame at least it might be the magi I heard about, I think they call themselves the Mageford. Wouldn't mind meeting them either." Yuri smiled and headed over to where some elves were gathered talking. Tarna nodded and followed. Perhaps some conversation would make her feel less confined.
Yuri, Tarna, and Volken approach Aolis Greenborn and Aramil Wellys.
”I hope I'm not interrupting, my good elves, but I am Yuri Magrar, conjurer and leader of the Forgeborn. Well met.”
Yuri smiles broadly, and offers his hand to whoever will take it. Tarna bows.