3rd of Eleasis - Stamfort, Morning

 3rd of Eleasis, 1491

Chapter 1: Morning Rise

Nevil woke, awareness came over her, her breath, the warmth and weight of her body.  She opens her eyes and finds the warm glow of the sunrise filtering through the porthole.  Her eyes fell upon Inman, his body still, his hair ruffled, his breathing regular and slow.  If peace were to be found in this world, it would be in moments like this. 

Not wanting to wake Inman, she slowly rises, making her way to the clothes on the table that were laid out the night before, along with her prayer cloth and book. She watches Inman while she dresses and gets ready. I wonder how long Inman stayed up with Sorrow?  I knew they were in for a long debate when Sorrow's brow lifted and he changed seats at dinner after Inman mentioned his M&M (mental manipulation) studies at the War College.  They seemed so happy challenging each other with theory and ethical questions.

Nevil sat again on the bed, to slide on her boots.  Inman stirred at the sound of her bootlaces pulling through eyelets.  He drew a deep breath and rolled, curling up near her, his head lay by her thigh, an arm around her back, his eyes barely open, and a big relaxed smile on his face. "Leaving already? " he mumbled half awake.  

"Morning prayers don't do themselves," she softly spoke.  "Stay... pray here, in my arms," he begged as he woke fully. "Does this not feel close to divine?"  Indeed it does, but I have duties. Nevil chuckled at his ridiculous suggestion. "Have you found faith while I was away?" she asked rhetorically.  

"No... but I remember how to worship… " he offered with a playful grin. 

With an equally devious grin, Nevil leaned over, a hand on the pillow beside his head, her lips hovering over his, "tempting... but we have plenty to do today and there is always tonight." Groaning with disappointment, Inman claimed a kiss before she stood to leave.  His hand lingered upon her as she walked away to the door.  

Nevil lit and fueled the stove and started a kettle on her way through the galley.  She entered the common room listening to see who was about.

    Atalaya watched the sunlight begin to shimmer into the cabin.  She had crawled into Vasilya’s arms after she finished her trance earlier in the morning and his arm still held her tight against him, his breath tickling the back of her neck as he slept.  I could stay here all morning.  Well, I could if there was some coffee in here.  Slowly she tried to lift his arm off  her so that she could make her way out of the room without disturbing him.  Vasilya mumbled something in his sleep drugged voice and tugged Atalaya back towards him.  “Stay, he whispered in her ear.  “It’s too early to get up.”  He loosened his hold just enough to allow him to roll onto his back and then pulled her back to him.  His hand trailed lazily through her hair and then brought her face to his for a morning kiss.  

Atalaya finally broke the kiss and rested her forehead on his. “Did I tell you last night how scared I was when we couldn’t wake you?  And how very happy I am that you finally came back to me?”  Atalaya shifted slightly, so that her weight was no longer on him.  “Don’t you scare me like that again.”  After a moment she added, “I die a little bit each time you do that.”  Her free hand traced his face and she gave him another long kiss.  

Finally pulling away from him she added, “You need to rest.  We celebrated last night, but you still need to take care of yourself,,, and get enough sleep.”  Shaking her head she added, “At least let me find Nevil and have a morning meditation time with her.  You can get up after that.”  Atalaya slipped out of his arms and off the bed.  Quickly donning tunic and leggings she headed to the common area.

Seeing Nevil, she asked, “Is there coffee?”

        Nevil smiled and gestured toward the galley, "I just put the kettle on. It will be a few more minutes.  Shall we watch the pot boil together while we wake?"

The two walked to the galley and started to pull down cups and the trimmings of coffee.  "Boz rest easy?”

Atalaya blushes as she starts to search for the sugar.  “I think he did, after we celebrated his being alive.”  She straightened the items in the bin after removing the sugar.  “He was sleeping when I came out of my trance and resting easily then.”

Thinking to shift the conversation she asked, “How about you and Inman.  I heard him talking with Sorrow for quite a while last night.”  

        Nevil looked genuinely happy as she laid out cups, "Yes, weren’t they cute to watch?  So animated and passionate.  It's hard to tell with Sorrow of course, but I swear they both had a glint in their eyes goading the other to debate."  Nevil shrugged, "I have no idea when he came to bed.  I was sleeping deeply but I'm sure it was quite late."  I really hope they didn't keep Boz and Atalaya up.  She leaned on the counter to listen to Atalaya. “What is our plan this morning?”

“It isn’t raining right now, and I think that this might be the last morning without rain for a while.  Do you want to go on deck to meditate and pray this morning?  I was planning on heading that way after some coffee.”  Turning to face Nevil again she winced as her legs complained about the work they had performed the day before.  “And maybe some stretches.  My body thinks that I overdid the sword work and katas yesterday.”  She thinks for a moment, “No, maybe some stretches and just the first couple katas, maybe with my longsword rather than the shortsword.  That should loosen me up without overdoing it again.”

Looking at Nevil she asks, “What do you think?  Meditation, a gentle warm up and then head back to the tavern for a nice breakfast that we don’t have to prepare?”

Nevil noted the stiffness and pained expressions from her friend.  "You read my mind, dual short swords for me.  Just the right amount of weight for me to limber up." Nevil contemplates while cups are poured. “Breakfast in town and a jaunt through the country.  This has the makings of another really good day. Shall we grab Cirilli or let her sleep?”

“It was late when we got back to the ship and she had a hard day before that.  Let’s let her sleep.  If she makes her way up by the time we start limbering up, she can join us.”  Atalaya reaches for her coffee mug and loads it with sugar.  Inhaling the aroma she made her way to the small table and sat, enjoying the sweetly bitter drink as she contemplated the night before.  “We’ll head back to the Sea Urchin for breakfast.  I don’t know what was up with the barkeep at the first tavern.  We certainly don’t need to grace that establishment again, whether or not Sorrow is with us.”  

        Nevil followed Atalaya to the table and lounged as comfortably as possible, "I couldn't agree more.  Darby was good to us so late last night as well. Too bad we aren't staying another night.  Sorrow could play and pack that place.”  Then sipping her dark unadulterated coffee, both enjoyed their morning ritual. Nevil seems quietly contemplative. I wonder what Atalaya’s katas will bring today?  If she doesn't remember, what is my place if something works within her again?  

Finding her coffee mug empty, she stood, “Ready to go topside?”  Atalaya headed back to the galley to rinse and put up her mug before heading up the stairs.  

Nevil followed Atalaya into the galley, rinsed her cup, then filled it again.  “I'll meet you on deck.  I need to grab my stuff.”  And wake up sleepy head. 

“I’ll just grab my sword and I’ll be ready.  I’ll see you topside,” Atalaya said.  As she entered her cabin she saw that Vasilya had fallen back to sleep.  He was more tired than he would admit.  Hopefully this will be another easy day for him.  Atalaya fastened her swordbelt around her waist with her longsword at her side.  After a short hesitation, she picked up the shortsword also and carried it sheathed to the forecastle deck. 

Nevil entered the cabin to find Inman waking, sitting on the side of the bed. She handed him the coffee, "Atalaya and I are going up to meditate and run some forms.  We are taking breakfast with Darby before heading to Briarwood."

Inman palmned the cup and ran his fingers through his hair with his other hand, "I stayed up too late with Sorrow."  

Nevil grinned, "but you two obviously had a good time and you can rest this afternoon."  Inman sipped the coffee while nodding in agreement.  Nevil grabbed her shortswords and prayer items, but when she stood to leave, Inman was there.  Drawing her to him in an embrace from behind, smelling her deeply, "mmm... have fun."  Nevil paused, enjoying his touch, before excusing herself with a charmed grin. 

When Atalaya stepped onto the deck she saw the sun attempting to push its way past the overabundance of clouds.  Hints of color teased the edges of a few of the clouds and the call of the seagulls filled the morning silence as they headed out looking for a morning meal.  The calls of sailors as they began their day could be heard up and down the docks.  Heading for the forecastle deck Atalaya noticed an impertinent gull sitting on the end of the bowsprit, its rasping call begging for a handout.  “We might have a few distractions this morning,” she commented to Nevil

Nevil went above to the foredeck to find Atalaya in a one-sided conversation with a chatty gull. "Indeed. Well meditation through distractions is good practice, unless you have some inner work to do.  "Are you working on anything deep? Otherwise I'm ok with letting him stay."

“He’s not in any hurry to be anywhere else.  I think we let him watch.  Perhaps if he sees that there is no food in the offing he will try another ship.”  Atalaya heads to the walled corner that she has been using as a meditation spot and sits down, easing into a cross legged sitting position with only a slight wince.  “Do you want to lead the meditation this morning?”

Chapter 2: Meditations and Katas

       Nevil sat neutrally postured near Atalaya, wrapping her prayer cloth around her hands. "Well, for as much as I enjoy group meditations, given yesterday... I hesitate to guide you.  It might be best to let your mind and heart be free to explore.”  With a nod of understanding from Atalaya, Nevil closed her eyes.

She took in all that was around her, the damp breeze cool against her skin, the light waves rolling the ship slow and regular, the groan of taunt ropes, the flapping of loose sails and unintelligible calls of dockmen starting the day.  This is a morning so beautiful with life it almost aches.  Nevil accepted each item, passing through their awareness, leaving them behind with her active thoughts as she passed into a meditative state.  In her stillness she opened her silent prayer to the Still Mother.  

Mother of life, I am thankful for your grace and wisdom.  What beautiful days we have shared recently.  Please continue to grant me the stillness of being, the wisdom and patience, to discern the lesser seen righteous paths. 

Mother something works in my friend Atalaya, perhaps the hand of your sister.  Yet she cannot see or remember.  This worries me, as it seems unusual.  If this is indeed divine workings, I ask you to guide her to find her truth.  Strengthen her on her life's path.

After a few moments more, Nevil brought her awareness back slowly, appreciating the signs of life around her, and opened her eyes.

As Atalaya watched Nevil begin her meditations she started to relax her own muscles in her own preparation for meditation. She experimented with using the motion of the waves rocking the ship to time each contraction and relaxation of her muscles as she worked to release any tension within as she initiated the beginning stages of her meditations.  As her body relaxed the sounds of the port slowly faded away.  The sounds from the natural world drew her inward, the wind moving through the ship’s lines, the sounds of birds as they flew overhead and the insistent voice of the gull on the bowsprit all sent her deeper into her relaxed state of preparation.  

When she felt herself to be completely centered, her mind quiet and receptive, Atalaya found herself transported into Mielikki’s chosen haunts.  The joyful sounds of the Unicorn Run tumbling down the Star Mounts to reach the forest where its many waterfalls added to the music of the forest.  After an unknown period of time, Atalaya settled near the edge of the river where it formed a deep still secluded area.  A small shrine to the Forest Mother was near her, Mielikki’s holy symbol carved into the stump of what had been a large tree, its trunk lying broken nearby.  

Slowly a prayer welled up from deep within her soul.  “Forest Mother, you have brought a hurting child into my care.  Help me to help her find her way through the tangled hurts and traumas of her past so that she may run joyfully through the paths of her future.  I ask you for the insight and wisdom needed to help her find her new path and to guide her in the ways of your Rangers so that she might learn the skills she desires.”   As her mind silences itself again, she listens for Mielikki’s voice in the rustling of the leaves around her.  The small sounds and movements of the forest magnified in her awareness as she waits.

After several minutes she slowly brings herself back to the ship, again hearing the sounds of the surf and the dockyards,and Annie’s voice as she calls orders to the crew.  After a time she opens her eyes to the new day and looks to see whether or not Nevil has completed her own meditations. 

Atalaya and Nevil both looked at each other with a calm start to the day. Nevil stood and reached to help Atalaya up, "shall we carry this stillness into a short form work?" The two began their stretching.

Then the peace was interrupted, but it was not the laughing gull that had hopped down on the deck snooping around while the women meditated.

As the dockmen began to gather with the rising sun, approaching newly arrived captains looking for work, the Hond Ebrath began to grow attention.  With only Atalaya, Nevil, Annie, and Lonnie seen on deck, whispers and murmurs of the dockmen grew to whistles and catcalls.  "Oye, need a strong man to work your decks ladies?"  called one.  "Aye, I have strong hands and stamina for days," bellowed another.

Ivar’s bearded and imposing form appeared over the ship's rail and quieted the men.  "You lead a ship of women?” one dockman asked.  "Lucky man," laughed another. "Poor man," cried another. "Who does the work?"

Ivar didn't say a word, none was needed, he simply pointed to the foredeck where Nevil and Atalaya lifted their weapons and started their forms.

The men grew quiet.  Ivar couldn't help to voice his support.  He corrected the dockmen with a stern look, "We are not a ship for you boys.  Move on, you are out of your league.  We only carry capable hands who hold their own here."  Annie and Lonnie exchanged smug grins and continued with their duties.  The dockmen murmured amongst themselves and dispersed soliciting work at other ships.

Nevil looked to Atalaya and muttered, “what is it with this town? or do we just manage to find the assholes?”

Atalaya rolls her eyes.  “We seem to have found the dregs of this town.”  A wicked little smile flits across her face.  Now I wish we had put our armor on.  It would have been fun to truly educate them.”  Finally feeling warmed up, Atalaya moved into stance to begin the first of the long sword katas.  First she moved through the form at half speed, testing her body to insure that the wasn’t going to strain her muscles. Then moving through the form at full speed.  Her eyes sparkled with her joy of the movements.  As she finished the kata she spoke softly, “How did I forget how much I enjoy doing the forms?” Standing back she watched as Nevil completed one of the dual wielding shortsword katas. 

Nevil conducts forms alongside Atalaya.  While the count is the same, she is conducting defensive forms for dual wielded short blades.  The movements and blade angles are very different and are rarely static. Rather, they resemble the flowing water of her faith; where an attack is redirected with fluid movements and opportunities of attack are created for the second blade should the opponent not relent.  Nevil's dance seems deceptively soft, however; Atalaya’s trained eye knows different.  Application of additional strength to these movements would bring great power against a determined attacker.

As Nevil performed the final move and the salute, Atalaya looked thoughtful.  “You know, I never really learned the katas for dual swords.  I think that at some point you should teach them to me.  You know, there will come a time Cirilli is going to feel that you are being unfair when you are critiquing her.  We don’t have any other youngsters to train, so she will not  see them being critiqued and corrected. When that time comes, it might be good for her to see me taking criticism and a few swats to get my limbs or swords into the correct positions.”

Breathing deeply Nevil half hears Atalaya as she is lost in her focus. "Oh ah... Yes, this is a good point.  We should take point on our weapons of choice.   I am most certain that my longsword skills are rusty and my bow skills... were never that good."  Nevil smiles, "should we let the men join us?  I'm pretty sure they are going to want in on the fun too.”

Atalaya considered Nevil’s question.  “I think that we all need to do something to keep ourselves from losing all our strength and skill while we are sailing.  The katas are good for that.  We can certainly offer them the choice to join us.  I am not certain how much kata work Vaz has done.  He may have something different he would prefer.  Or, he might really like the idea of joining us.  We can ask.”  

“Inman seemed quite comfortable with the kata we did yesterday.  And since I know he studied with Master Elaria, I know that he will have a good grounding with the katas for his preferred weapons.”

Atalaya studied Nevil for a moment.  “Have you practiced the forms switching hands, so that your off hand is primary?”

        Nevil laughed, "Yes, and mentally I understand the forms in mirror, but I am right-side dominant through and through.  I have not developed ambidexterity and I do not have the strength in my non-dominant side to dual wield anything more than a light weapon without it hurting my form." 

“You know, reversing the forms develops strength in the off hand, whether or not you become truly ambidextrous.  Besides, if something happens to your main hand and you can’t use it, do you plan on surrendering?”  Atalaya chided gently. 

Oh, I'm busted for slacking off a little. "Honestly, the new mace is a better fit for now. Until I get better armour, I'm going to need the shield.  I just really like the fluid form of dual wielding after meditations." I know I'm not near as sexy as when Inman does it.  

Nevil considers, "Have you ever tried a weapon with more finesse? Because you are ridiculously fast and accurate.  

Nevil imagines a ranger carrying a thin rapier through the forest, “I guess it's not practical for rangers to run around with rapiers.  But…  you should try Inman’s scimitars some time for fun.  Same effect, less… delicate.”

“I never touched a scimitar until I went to study with the Master.  And then, it was more so that I could effectively counter its use against me.  It isn't something that was used or taught in Oleascoa.  Thinking about it, I’m not sure why.  Maybe because there wasn’t someone skilled in that weapon to instruct others?  Maybe it’s just that the elves don’t use them?  I didn’t know to ask when I was younger and didn’t think about it when I got back to the village.  Rapiers now, Master Raloris considered those toys for the rich to play with. 

“Don’t tell Sorrow I said that though.  When he has to be, he is quite good with his rapier, but his strength lies in the magic he wields,” she added.  

Atalaya grows silent, replaying in her thoughts the effect Sorrow’s mind magic had had on some of the opponents they had faced.  Just then Cirilli made her way to the foredeck.  Her face falls as she realizes that Nevil and Atalaya had been practicing.  “Why didn’t you tell me you were practicing?”  More hesitantly she added, “I can go get my things?  But I thought Inman said that we were going back to the inn for breakfast.”

  "Ah, no fretting.  We did not forget you.  Quite the opposite.  Our goal is to get you as much training time as the body of a growing woman can handle. But you need more sleep than we do right now. We worked you hard yesterday and you stayed up late last night."

Nevil gathers her gear and begins to walk closer to Cirilli on her way to below deck.  "Now, we are indeed taking breakfast in town.  After that we will shop a little bit for some training gear and nice things.  That is exciting by itself, but Atalaya has some news for you regarding your training and..."

Nevil looks to Atalaya and grins mischievously,  "we are playing a training game throughout the day.  One my Grandfather would play with me. Pack like it is a normal day, but bring your training sword. I will explain the rules as soon as you are packed and on deck.”

Chapter 3: Nevil Takes a Student 

Intrigued by Nevil’s comments, she looks back and forth between the two women.  Finally settling on Atalaya, she asked, “What did Nevil mean by saying that you have news regarding my training?”

Atalaya had sheathed her longsword and was picking up the shortsword as Cirilli asked her question.  Placing a hand on Cirilli’s shoulder she guided her over to some crates and sat them both down.  Nevil followed although she remained standing a few feet away.  When Atalaya saw that she had Cirilli’s attention she answered her saying, “Nevil and I talked last night about what you need for your training right now, and how to provide that.  This trip to Candlekeep is going to provide time for us to be more regular and focused on your training.  I’m going to work with you on the meditation skills used by the rangers. I have noticed that you are starting to become aware of the presence of magic in the natural world around you and have even tapped into it a bit.  Meditation is going to help you to control and refine that skill, and to eventually be able to do more things with it.  And as we have talked about it, meditation helps to manage your emotions when you are fighting.”  Atalaya searched Cirilli’s face to see what reaction she had to this plan.  

Cirilli looked apprehensive as she listened to Atalaya’s words. But then Atalaya could see the exact moment when Cirilli pushed her worries regarding learning to meditate aside.  “But what about learning to fight?”

“Well, I’m afraid that a ship is not the best place to practice your archery, so that will need to be placed on hold for now.  Depending on what happens in Candlekeep, perhaps we will have some time to work on that while Sorrow and Inman are enscrolled in the library there. But your sword work?  That can be addressed aboard the ship.  For now, I have asked Nevil to work with you on basic sword skills as your weapons master.”

“The question now is, are you willing to accept her as your weapons master?”  Cirilli looks full of excitement and starts to answer but Atalaya stops her.  “No.  Think about your answer before you commit to this.  When you accept a weapon master you are placing yourself under his or her care and their word becomes law with regards to your training for the period of time you commit to.  The time frame we are discussing is until the end of this trip… so after we search the Candlekeep library and then sail to the point we choose to leave the ship, and that will depend on what makes sense for our overall plans when we either find or do not find the information we are looking for… or until Nevil decides that you have learned all you can from her at this time.  Whichever comes first.  So, before you give your assent to Nevil being your weapon’s master, do you have any questions for either her or myself?”

Cirilli looks a bit uncertain for a moment as her gaze fixates on Nevil.  “Her word becomes law” she quotes.  “What exactly does that mean?”

Nevil looks quite serious, "This is a commitment to serious training. Your first obligation to the path of a warrior. Like yesterday, you will be treated as an adult whose primary job is to train.  That means I will structure your days from this point forward.  So, you will loose some freedoms and personal time until you complete my assignments."

Nevil does not break eye contact, "It means that you will follow my instructions first and above others, then ask questions.  If you fail to do this, I alone will choose the consequence. This is a lot to ask because there will be times you feel I am not being fair.  When that happens, I expect you to come to me first as an adult would."

Nevil softens a little, "but I will always treat you with respect.  With this training that does not always look like kindness.  It can seem brutal and blunt and unfeeling, but I would never intentionally hurt you unless it was to save you from worse injury.  I will also always put your health and wellbeing above my own."

Nevil holds out her hand, "Do you accept?”

Cirilli’s breath hitched and her heart sped up as she listened to Nevil’s explanation.  Addressing Atalaya she asked, “But you said I was going to be learning meditation from you.  What happens if when you tell me to do something and Nevil wants me to do something else?”

Atalaya laid one hand on Cirilli’s shoulder and used the other to lift her head so that their eyes met.  “I will try my best to never put you in that situation.  However, should that ever happen you will follow your weapon master's instructions.  Your learning to meditate is a part of your learning to be a ranger, or as Nevil called it, to be a warrior.  The time needed for that will be provided and it will be worked out between Nevil and myself.”

Nevil nods, "Cirilli to be clear, you are still the ward of Atalaya.  We will work closely to coordinate your training and she will remain your primary instructor for meditations.  We have spoken at length, have complete agreement, and trust that such conflict would be rare and easily remedied. 

“Any other questions or concerns?  Now is the time to voice them,”

“You promised this when you were learning?” Cirilli asked.

“I did,” replied Atalaya.  “First to my father and then to my other teachers.  And I would do so again should I find myself in a situation where I am in need of learning a new weapon or skill.”

Cirilli looked startled, “But you are already a ranger.”

“There is always more to learn, child.  And when one becomes a student of another, that person is worthy of respect and obedience.  But that is also why you must choose your masters carefully.  I trust Nevil to be a skilled and honorable teacher for you.  Do you trust her to be a good weapon master for you?”

Holding Atalaya’s gaze, Cirilli nodded solemnly.  “That’s good then.  Now you promise this to your instructor and we shall begin.”

Cirilli shakes Nevil's hand, "I agree."  

Nevil smiles, "Alright, we start now.  Go pack for a normal day in the city and a wagon ride to Briarwood, but also bring your training sword.  I'll explain the rules of today's exercise when everyone is ready on deck."  Nevil grins, "I think you both will like this one."

Cirilli scampered off below deck like her shoes were on fire.  Oh boy, she is going to be a handful.  She blew by Inman on his way up.  He is packed and ready to go. "What is all that about?" he asked.

"I have taken Cirilli on as a pupil for weapons work,"   Nevil smiled.  She's got to be just as terrified and excited as we were our first time.  

Inman's brow raised, "well given yesterday I'm not surprised.  Are we celebrating tonight?”  he asked.  Nevil nodded, "Probably, It’s her first one. But don't let on yet."  

Nevil pulled Inman aside in private.  She whispered in his ear, "I need your help later today.  Remember the guarding game the kids would play in Seaton?  I need you to secretly be on my team. Atalaya is the target.  I'll slip you a wood sword after we go shopping."  Inman grinned from ear to ear, "Today is going to be fun."  Nevil kissed Inman’s cheek, "I know, but doing it with a serious face is going to be hard."  Inman waited on deck as Nevil went below to her room and packed for the day.

Cirilli burst into her room and looked around wondering just what packing for a “normal” day entailed.  Then deciding that normal meant what she has seen Atalaya do, she put on her studded leather armor, her pouch and sword hung off her belt, she gathered up her pack, quiver and bow and donning them, she started out of her room.  Skidding to a stop she abruptly turned back to her room, grabbed her wooden practice sword and then ran back up the stairs looking for Nevil.

Atalaya watched Cirilli race off.  “What are you up to?”  She both winks at Nevil and shakes her head ruefully.  “On that note, I think I need to get myself ready for a ‘normal day’ in town and in a wagon bound for Briarwood.”  Atalaya heads back to her cabin to check on Vasilya and to get her pack, bow and quiver.  

As she entered the cabin she found  Vasilya dressed and seated at the desk.  His face broke into a grin as he watched her head towards him.  “You look like you are awake and ready for the day.  Did your meditations go well?”

“They did.  And now we are off to the Sea Urchin for breakfast and then a light bit of shopping to acquire some more practice gear for us.  After that we are going to be heading to Briarwood to check on the weather there.  Are you up to joining us?  Or do you need another day of rest?”

“Iubit, I have had all the rest I can stand.  And don’t think that you are going off without me.  We settled that a long time ago.”  He reached out an arm and pulled her into his lap.  “See, I’m all better.”  Vaz’s grin was huge as he attempted to tickle her.  “I don’t get the chance often to get my hands on you without you having any armor on.”

“Frisky, frisky.  You best watch yourself before you get yourself into trouble,” she said, her own grin spreading across her face.  Squirming slightly to redirect the reach of his fingers, and then she got serious. “Cirilli accepted Nevil formally as her weapon master this morning.  With everything we have talked about, we never really discussed what your training was like.  But she is now bound to obey Nevil in all things related to her weapons training.  The rest of us need to respect that bond and do our best not to give her contradictory requests.  She is now obligated to do as Nevil requests when she requests it, not after completing something she is doing whether that is for herself or for one of the rest of us.”

Vasilya stopped his attempts to tickle, recognizing the seriousness of the information Atalaya was relating.  “I’m sure that while my training was different from yours and Nevil’s, that respect due to one’s instructor was similar.  Don’t worry.  I do understand what you are saying.”

“Good.  That’s out of the way.  Grab your gear for a day of traveling if you are coming with us.  Nevil has some training exercise to explain to us all once everyone is on deck.  She looks too pleased with herself.  I’m not sure what she has in mind, but I’m sure we don’t want to miss it.”

Atalaya gathers her things, watches Vasilya collect his equipment and they head back to the deck together.

Chapter 4: Protect the Princess

        Nevil strolled through the common area, enjoying Cirilli's furious preparations.  Well, she's taking it seriously.  She quickly donned her light gray gambeson and strapped a wooden practice sword on her belt.  I have to play the part of the obvious foe.  She strapped her mace to the side of her pack and lifted the pack to her shoulder to exit. 

On her way out, Nevil finds Sorrow in the galley grabbing a coal for the road.  Pulling him aside privately, "Sorrow I need your help.  We are playing a game to train Cirilli today.  You're so good at being bad.  I need you to secretly be on my team.  Instructions will be provided on deck and I'll slip you a practice sword later today."

Sorrow looked Nevil up and down, taking in her expression and her request.  “I am very good at all I do.”  He gives her a wink from his unearthly silver eye.  “And, I’ll always help out Cirilli, so in this I’m yours to command.”

Cirilli had been waiting on deck for several minutes, full of excitement, quizzing Inman. Sorrow and Nevil were the last to arrive.  The last calm moment before chaos. I am so evil. This will be a good family bonding experience… I hope.

With everyone gathered Nevil speaks, "Alright group before we go, let's take a moment to celebrate.  Cirilli has accepted my mentorship as her weapons master for the duration of our trip.  May the Still Mother have mercy on us."

[Insert congratulations]

Vasilya left Atalaya’s side to pull Cirilli into an embrace.  He whispered something Atalaya could not hear, but which brought a huge smile to Cirilli’s face.  She joined the two, hugging the both of them and then tousling Cirilli’s hair.  

 Nevil continues, "Now everyone listen carefully, Cirilli’s first official challenge is about strategy and situational awareness; a game of "protect the princess."  Nevil looks directly at Cirilli, "Your job today is to protect our princess," Nevil bows to Atalaya. "I encourage EVERYONE to have fun treating her accordingly." Nevil nods to Boz with a smirk.

Nevil stipulates, "the challenge begins as soon as she steps off the ship and lasts until she steps back on the ship.  No one outside our family or crew may participate. The game can be paused by any adult, at any time, and for any reason. Safety first, practice weapons only, and remember we are in public."

Nevil adds, "Further, our princess is not allowed to physically defend herself for game purposes.  ANYTIME a practice weapon LIGHTLY touches her today, Cirilli earns ten minutes of strength training or pell work.  So, there are very real stakes."

Nevil concludes, "If the princess or her attacker is hit," Nevil gestures to herself, "the game pauses. If Cirilli is hit, she is frozen and a hit upon the princess would be unguarded. The game can only be started again by her majesty when the time is appropriate.  Finally, judgment is required.  Cirilli must have cause to engage an opponent, else a penalty may be applied.”

Nevil looks over the group and can see the chaos brewing, “There are NO other rules. Any questions?"

“Let me see if I have this straight,” says Atalaya, her eyes glittering with amusement.  “Once we leave this ship, unless there is an actual attack, I am playing the damsel in distress with the most excellent services of the fair Cirilli to keep me safe?”  She looks around at the others, “And should my adversaries wound or kill me the game pauses.  If Cirilli defends me and wards off the attack, striking an opponent the game pauses. Or if someone lands a blow on Cirilli the game pauses.   Once paused it only starts back up if I, as the poor princess says that it is safe to resume?”  

        Nevil smiles.  I am pleased to see that spark in Atalaya's eye.  Cirilli looks terrified.  "Yes, that is completely correct.  The princess has most of the control.  But once play is on, an attack could come at anytime."  Nevil reiterates her point, "But again, Cirilli's judgment for engagement is required." 

Atalaya turns to Cirilli.  “I’m really hungry this morning.  I hope you can keep me safe long enough to eat breakfast.”

          Nevil pats her belly, "Regarding breakfast, we will pause the game. Mealtime is sacred. But the walk there…”

Cirilli looks around at everyone grinning at her and gulps.  “I’ll protect you.  Of course I will.  No one is going to hurt you while I’m on guard,” she bravely asserts.  Making her way over to Atalaya, she removes her shortsword and hands it to Atalaya.  Will you keep this in the bag of holding for me?  I think I am going to need my practice sword at the ready all day.”

Atalaya reaches for Cirilli’s sword, swings her pack off her back and carefully places the sword into the bag of holding.  “I’m trusting in you, my young defender.  Please keep me safe today.”  After a moment she adds, “You might want to ask Nevil for some help securing your practice sword.”

As Cirilli heads over to Nevil, Boz and Sorrow head towards Atalaya barely contained laughter on both their faces.  “Are you ready for this day, Princess? Sorrow asks, giving her a courtly bow.  Boz, barely holding it together, adds, “I always knew you were a princess, Iubit.  May I escort you, my lady?”

Atalaya palms her head. “This is going to be a day,” she mutters to herself.

        Cirilli approaches Nevil and is surprised to see her kneel to adjust the loop on her sword belt.  “Relax, or you will waste energy.  It's supposed to be somewhat fun.  Consider the layout of the terrain like a hunter and evaluate to see if you have unused resources. If it’s not in the rules, it's fair game.”

Cirilli turns a puzzled face to Nevil, “Wait, what do you mean by that?  What’s fair game?”

Nevil smiles, “I only said Atalaya couldn't physically defend herself.  What else can she do for you?  What or who else might you be overlooking?”  Nevil stands, “That is the last of my advice for now. Do your best.”

“Okay.  I think I understand.”  She takes a deep breath and stands a little taller.  “We start when Atalaya steps off the ship.  Okay, I can do this.”

As everyone prepares to leave the ship, Atalaya pulls Nevil aside and whispers, “This is because I wanted to take my bow with me on Midsummer Night, isn’t it?  You are very evil, my friend.”

         Nevil grins, "not at all my lady.  It is an irresistible distraction for everyone. Focus on you, is less focus on me. It is all by design.”

Atalaya nods.  Then turns to the group.  “Where is my bodyguard?” Atalaya calls out.  

Cirilli races over to her and stands proudly at her side.  “You are safe with me, your highness.  I’ll take care of you.  

Boz places a hand around her waist, “Shall we go your highness?  Let me help you off the ship.”  Then quickly bringing his mouth to her ear, whispers, “And then the fun can begin.”

Inman opens the railing at the gangplank and with an ironic grin, bows to Atalaya, “My lady, shall we make our way to your dining hall?  ‘Tis certain that thy servants are ready to serve thee.”

Atalaya combatted the double urges to either beat her head against the nearest pillar she could find or to break out in laughter.  Mastering both urges she plasters a smile on her face as she responds, “After you my good man.  We should make haste to the appointed room sir.”

Sorrow quickly joins in, “Oh no, my fair princess, you and your swain must surely lead the way.  Your humble servants cannot precede you.”

Boz, catching onto the game adds to the banter, “Nay, ‘tis best that the princess’ bodyguard clear the way to see to Atalaya’s safety and then shall we follow her.” 

Atalaya appears to ponder each statement and then answers them, “My most dear Cirilli, art thou prepared to assay the docks and determine whether or not ‘tis safe for us to make our way to our repast?”

Cirilli looks somewhat bewildered as she turns her attention from one person to the next as they speak.  Atalaya’s heart breaks a little with the realization that make believe was not a part of her childhood.  “If you want, Atalaya, but shouldn’t I stay near you?”

Atalaya relents a tad and whispers in her ear, “Perhaps so, but I can’t be attacked until I actually step off the ship, so go ahead and clear the way.”

Cirilli casts a quick look at Nevil as she draws her practice blade and proceeds down the gangplank.  She makes her way a short distance each way down the dock, glaring at the dockworkers she sees and then heads back to the ship.  “The way seems clear, Atalaya… I mean Princess Atalaya.”

Inman is quick to prod, “So then, milady, let us make our way ashore.  Thou shouldst let Vasilya safely escort thee across the gangplank. Our breakfast awaits but a short distance away.”

“As Cirilli has declared the vicinity safe, let us indeed depart, my friends.  The call of coffee and bacon sounds loudly in my ears.”  Atalaya is struggling to maintain a straight face as the words pass through her mouth.  “Your arm, Vaz, for without thy help I surely would stumble and fall into the sea and drown. “  

As Boz offers his arm to Atalaya, Sorrow pipes up, “Never dear princess.  We would never allow such a fate.  We would drain the seas to save thy precious self.”

Nevil looks very amused.  Yes, this is going very well.  Everyone can cut up a little bit.  It will be the challenge to focus I had hoped for...  Nevil plays her role, watching the group while leaning forward on the ship's rail, drumming her fingers over the wood as if she was planning.

Taking Vaz’s arm, Atalaya allows him to lead her off the ship to officially start the game.  The others follow behind them.  After a moment, Cirilli makes a quick decision and pushes herself behind Atalaya and Boz and in front of the others, attempting to maintain a barrier between them and her guardian.  

Chapter 5: First Encounter

Nevil lingered behind the entourage a fair distance to let Cirilli relax a little.  Inman remained at the gate with a sly grin, "If I linger, they may see me fraternizing with the enemy and begin to suspect."

Nevil drew close, "linger if you wish, but I am fairly sure you are already damned by association. So, care to make some trouble with me?"

Inman chuckled and did linger, closely, nearly claiming a kiss, but withholding, "oh the games we play with the ones we love."

By the time the entourage stepped off the dock, Nevil and Inman began to jog down the plank and dock. Approaching with heavy obvious steps.

[perception check = 6 fail].  Cirilli startled, raised her sword anticipating an imminent attack, and stepped forward.  Nevil didn't change her pace, nor did Inman. Cirilli didn’t notice that Nevil's practice sword remained in her belt.  Advancing with eyes locked on Nevil, she drew back to strike.  

Nevil cautioned, "Be careful, I have no weapons in my hand.  Hit me now and you'll earn time.  This is my only warning."  Cirilli paused, reevaluating the situation, as Nevil and Inman jogged past and ahead of the party. Nevil gestured with a weak salute on her way past, "Your Majesty."  

The pair turned down the road leading to the Urchin, out of sight and a minute's walk ahead of the group. Inman positioned as a decoy across the street from the entrance to the Urchin. Nevil crouched and lay in wait, mostly hidden, behind a set of barrels a few steps past the turn.  

      Cirilli slowly returns her sword to her belt.  She looks around uncomfortably as she watches Inman and Nevil turn the corner.  Uncertain as to whether to try to keep Inman and Nevil in view or to remain with Atalaya.  After a moment she paces next to Atalaya on the side opposite to Boz, listening to their banter, still bemused by all the thee’s, thou’s, thine’s, and  my milady’s being tossed back and forth.  As they approach the corner Atalaya calls to Cirilli, “Dost it be safe to head down this street to our repast?”

“I’ll check Atalaya… ah, Princess.  It will just take a moment.”  As she turns the corner, everyone else follows closely on her heels.  Spotting Inman standing across the street from the Sea Urchin, she heads towards him, not drawing her sword, but with her hand ready to pull it into play.  

[Cirilli intelligence or survival check DC 13 to recognize the Inman is the decoy.  Cirilli perception check DC 15 to see Nevil, with advantage if the previous check passes.  Failure to pass either check, gives Nevil first action] [In Saltmarsh, Cirillis first intelligence check is a 10: fail; she sees Inman and heads towards him without looking for Nevil.]

Nevil’s practice sword was already drawn before Cirilli turned the corner.  As soon as Cirilli walked toward Inman with her back turned, Nevil started to silently close the distance between them.  The combination of hard cart-packed earth and leather boots made the approach simple.  Inman spoke as he walked gesturing inside, "It looks like they have enough room for us for breakfast." [Pelagia, Stealth 16 vs Perception 5]

Nevil continued to stalk her prey.  She truly thinks her blindside is clear. Atalaya, in escort by Boz and Sorrow, turned the corner in time to see rather masterful stealth work for the normally clunky paladin.  Nevil simply raised her sword and nudged Cirilli’s back. "Pause. Ten minutes." [Stealth 19 vs Perception 14]

Cirilli whirls around and looks abashed to find Nevil standing in front of her.  “How?  I didn’t see you.  Ten minutes.”  She shakes her head.  There are so many of them.  How am I going to keep everyone in sight?  I need a better plan.  Okay, only practice swords are allowed.  I have one.  Nevil has two.  She has one that she tagged me with.  Where or rather who has the other one.  Those are the two I need to keep my attention on right now.  She surreptitiously tries to check out the others as they all head into the Sea Urchin to eat.  [Cirilli perception roll to find second practice sword, rolls an 8,  (Pelagia)]

       Nevil nods, "I'm afraid so.” “Follow me,” Nevil instructs as she places her sword in her belt.  They walk back to the intersection, passing the entourage, "My lady we are on pause.  Please do not allow our brief absence to delay your repast."

        Turning back around to face the side road, “clearing an area must be methodical or you will expose yourself to surprise.” Nevil slowly walks forward, pointing at the places she is looking at as she walks forward.  "I see where Inman was standing too far away to be a threat. I see a blind spot by the barrels; one behind that crate, that bush, that doorway for someone small."  Nevil looks at Cirilli to see if the message is received. "Expect threats will be in each until they are cleared.  Prioritize the threats you see with the potential for others nearer to you."

Nevil smiles, "Ready to eat?  I am hungry.  And remember the game can only be unpaused by Atalaya.  Consider your strategy while we eat.”

Chapter 6: Breakfast for Cirilli

     Atalaya smiles at Inman, “That is wonderful kind sir.  Come let us enter and see what has been prepared.”  To Nevil she adds, “I shall command that places be set and food provided for you gentle friends.  You can join us whenever you are ready.”

      Atalaya, still escorted by Boz, enters the inn and looks for the hobbit they had met the night before.  Seeing Darby, she smiles.  “I’ve been looking forward to enjoying breakfast at your fine establishment ever since last night.  Have you a table for six?” 

      Darby takes a quick head count and comes up with only four.  At his quizzical expression Atalaya adds, “My ward and friend will be here in just a moment.  I believe that Nevil wished to show her something before they eat.”

     “I see, well then right this way.  I have a fine table for you with a view of the harbor.  What can I bring you?  Coffee?  A fruit juice? Ale?”

      “My ward will have whatever juice you have available.  I’ll have some coffee with lots of cream and sugar.”  The men each gave their coffee requests with Inman ordering for Nevil.  Atalaya gets Darby’s attention again, “We need a celebratory breakfast.  My ward formally begins her training today.  What do you suggest?”

     Darby’s eyes light up as he takes in the smiling happy faces.  “Well, I always have scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon and biscuits available with little to no waiting. I even have a cheese and grits casserole about to come out of the oven in a few minutes.  But if you are willing to give me a bit of time I can make you all some of Stamfort’s best blueberry pancakes loaded with whipped cream and freshly made blueberry syrup, a fresh fruit salad and hash browns.”  He looks around the table, his excitement at preparing a celebration easily read in his eyes.

     “Princess Atalaya” grins in return.  That sounds perfect.  We will take some of all of it.  I’ll warn you in advance though, this family loves bacon.  You should prepare at least double what you normally would.”  

      “Yes, of course, easily done.  Who ummm… is going to pay for this.?”  

      Atalaya catches his eye.  “It is my ward we are celebrating today.  I will pay.”  She steps aside and beckons Darby to her.  “Tell me what this will cost, and please don’t let the other’s try to pay.  This is my treat for my young ward.”  

Darby quickly does a bit of adding in his head and says, “For the 6 of you, including your drinks, let’s say ___________  [Gina give me a price.  Atalaya will pay.]  Darby practically skips back to the kitchen to bring the coffee and fruit juice as Nevil and Cirilli enter the inn. 

When the two entered the inn, Cirilli promptly ran to the open seat near Atalaya.  Nevil took the seat Inman saved for her, as Darby quickly and deftly distributes drinks. Starting with the honored guest and her host, then amongst the rest.  

Nevil looks down the table seeing that Cirilli is still assessing those present.  So much in her mind.  She must be wondering who she can trust.  But that's part of the big lesson isn't it... I wonder if she has asked Atalaya for advice, or Boz for his help yet.  

Nevil picks up her coffee, holding its warmth.  Then noticing the attention Darby is paying to Cirilli and the pride in Atalaya's eye as she speaks to her ward, Nevil intuits Atalaya's plan for breakfast around the time that smells emerge from the kitchen.  

Nevil asks, "My lady, if I may..." Nevil stands and raises her cup, "a toast to Cirilli..."  Nevil waits for raised glasses, "who ventures boldly into a new unknown."  The group cheers and all sips their drinks.

Boz stands and walks behind Cirilli.  Laying his hand on Cirilli’s shoulders he gazes over her head and catches Atalaya’s eyes.  Leaning down he kisses Cirilli lightly on the check.  “Today you truly start your journey to adulthood.  I am proud of you.  And, while you travel towards adulthood I pledge to give you what aid I can when you ask it of me.”  Giving her shoulders a squeeze, he kisses the top of her head and returns to his seat.  

            Sorrow seeing a pattern starting, stands and walks behind Cirilli.  Gently placing his hands on her shoulders he says, “Cirilli, you have struggled mightily to reach this point.  We…I am proud of the young lady you are becoming.  Most rangers learn an instrument to pass the time on their solitary journeys and to celebrate the times they come together with others of their kind. I pledge to you an instrument of your choice when you are ready to choose, and training to play it, if it is one that I can teach.”  He places his hand on her head and softly says something in his own language before going back to his place.

  Inman, follows suit, placing his hand on Cirilli’s shoulder, speaking for all to hear, "On this path or any other in support of the good in the world..." Nevil stands with Inman putting her hand on Cirilli’s other shoulder, "you have our support. We are stronger together."  The pair return to their seats, watching Atalaya.

Atalaya releases Cirilli’s hand, which had crept into hers about the time Boz finished speaking.  Standing, she moved behind Cirilli and places her hands on her shoulders.  Closing her eyes, she sends a silent prayer to Mielikki and then starts speaking.  “Cirilli, Daughter of my heart, I am so proud of you and of the courage you have shown in the past months.  Today you have formally stated that you are pursuing the training needed for the lifepath you have chosen. You have accepted Nevil as your first weapon master.  You have defended yourself and your comrades in battle and you have shown compassion to those in need.  You have proven to those of us who care and watch over you that you are indeed ready to take this step.”

“Daughter of my heart, I pledge to you, this day, that I shall always be here to support and guide you through your journey towards adulthood.”

            “Daughter of my heart, I pledge to you that I will not hinder your lessons from your masters by interfering with their teaching.”

           “Daughter of my heart, I pledge that I will teach you those things that I am able and qualified to teach you and assist you in finding those who can teach you the things that I cannot.” 

           “And Daughter of my heart, I pledge that I shall always love you in both the good times and in times of trouble.”

           “A final pledge I also make to you, Daughter of my heart, today.  That if you come to me after a time of reflection and tell me that this is no longer the lifepath you wish to follow… that you are now called to this other pursuit or task… then I shall help and support you in that new endeavor just I will have through your present one.”  As she finishes speaking tears can be seen leaking from the corners of her eyes.

Atalaya removes her hands from Cirilli’s shoulders and opens her pouch and pulls out something that she holds tightly in her hands for several moments.  Her voice hitching slightly, she continues.  “I give you this token as a sign of my pledge, Daughter of my heart.  Fashioned with love so that no matter where you may roam, you will know that I am with you.”  Moving slightly, so that she is beside Cirilli, she reaches for her hand, turns it palm up and gently places the meditation focus she made for her into her hand.  Folding Cirilli’s fingers around it, she pulls Cirilli into her arms, hugging her tightly as she tries to control her emotions.  

Cirilli looked at Atalaya with weeping but strangely fresh eyes.  Her heart had been in free fall for so long, it felt unbearably heavy to be lifted so quickly.  She looked to Atalaya, then around at this odd assortment of friends, and then she fully realized for the first time that the world for her, could be and was now, different.  She looked at Atalaya, at Boz, then down at her gifted token.  This feeling now firmly etched upon this simple leather piece.  She looked back to Atalaya, who was still on her knees beside her.  Cirilli's eyes searched for words to explain.  Then with a calm voice, as if understood for the first time, she said, "I... love you."  

At Cirilli’s words, Atalaya pulls her into another hug.  (Speaking softly to her in elvish she says, “Daughter of my heart, you have always been deserving of love and care.  For all time you shall have these from me.”  She continues in common,  “Cirilli, Daughter of my heart, my love for you knows no bounds.  You are loved by me and all my family, those present at this table and those of my blood far away in the High Forest.”

“But look, I think our good host is ready to serve us some breakfast.  We should not make him wait.”  Atalaya takes Cirilli’s hands and allows Cirilli to assist her to her feet as she gets up and sits back down in her chair.  

Darby, whose eyes appear damp, brings the first two of many platters and sets it down on the table, between Cirilli and Atalaya.  The smells of scrambled eggs and bacon wafts across the table.  Atalaya picks up the serving spoon and places a serving of eggs on Cirilli’s plate and then another on her own.  Cirilli grabs several slices of bacon to add to her plate and smiles to see Atalaya do the same.  The platters are passed around the table as Darby swiftly returns with more.  “The pancakes are coming,” he reports.  “But you can start with this.”  

Darby heads over to the bar area and gets down some actual glasses, pours something into them and then adds some orange juice.  Placing them on a serving platter, he approaches Atalaya.  “This seems to be a very special day for young Cirilli.  It calls for a special drink.  If you will permit me, this is my gift to the youngling.”  Darby hands Atalaya a glass to try. (Think mimosa)  Atalaya sips the drink, smiles and nods to Darby who quickly passes out the glasses around the table, starting with Cirilli.

Once everyone has received their glass, Atalaya stands, raises hers and says, “To new beginnings.”

The group stands to toast the young Cirilli.  Sorrow, not having seen the creation of the mixture, curls a lip into a grin as he sniffs the drink.  Boz also raises an eyebrow noting the drinks are strong.  He wonders if Cirilli’s is the same and looks to Atalaya to confirm her wishes.  Atalaya just takes his hand and smiles. Boz, noting that perhaps it was just his, nods to Darby on his way past to deliver drinks to Nevil and Inman.

Nevil, who has drawn an arm under and around Inman’s side for comfort in this touching moment, doesn't notice Darby’s approach.  Oh, how I wish... my girls...  Inman places a glass in Nevil's hand and her focus returns.  The group raises their glasses and replies in chorus, "To new beginnings."  Then almost everyone watches Cirilli take a sip over the lip of their own glasses.

Cirilli smiles, a bit uncomfortable with all the attention, and she takes a sip thinking the bubbles are odd.  The aftertaste hits her tongue as she swallows.  She turns to Atalaya in a whisper, "I think this juice has turned."

“No, it has been added to a type of wine,” Atalaya explains, her joy in her ward still very evident in her expression.  “The juice sweetens the wine but can also make the alcohol take effect faster.  Drink carefully, and maintain awareness of how you are feeling.  Nevil’s game will continue when we finish our meal, and you need to be aware, if you are to keep me safe.”  

Cirilli starts to push the drink away.  “Then I shouldn’t drink any of it, should I?”  She looks uncertain.  “Is this another test?”

Laying her hand on Cirilli’s arm Atalaya answers her, “No.  It is not a test.  It is but another rite of passage.  Alcohol is a part of life.  It is best that you start to experience it and to learn how your body reacts to it.  Drunkenness is counterproductive to safety and long life for an adventurer of any sort.  Do you want my advice for today?”  She quiets and watches Cirilli’s face while keeping her own expression bland, not wanting to push her.

        Having watched Cirilli’s reaction and heard Atalaya’s response.  Sorrow, starts to interject, "But..." Boz elbows him in the side. Sorrow protects his ribs, looking harshly at his brother, he mutters quietly to Boz, "but there's not enough in that drink to get her drunk."  Boz, responds "I know, but there is no rush."  Sorrow nods and downs his drink.

Cirilli looks up at Atalaya, but doesn’t answer immediately.  It is evident that she is thinking about Atalaya’s question.  “Yes.  I do want your advice.”

Atalaya smiles at Cirilli’s earnestness.  “Then I recommend that you enjoy at least a portion of your drink, I don’t think that there is enough alcohol to affect you, but the choice is yours.  Today you don’t really want to feel much in the way of an effect from the alcohol.  You need to be sharp.  Your weapon master is wiley and is going to challenge you throughout the day.  But Darby will also be saddened if you don't at least taste his gift to you.”

“You should never drink something that you don’t want, just because someone gives it to you and maybe is pushing you to drink it, but Darby is not forcing you, the rest of us have all sampled the drink and we have your back.  And you are able to choose how much or little you actually drink.  

Cirilli turned over what Atalaya had said and took another tentative sip of the drink in her hand.  Ready for the bubbles and the slightly changed taste of the orange juice she took the time to actually experience the taste and feel of the drink.  “I think I like it,” she told Atalaya and Boz.  “It kind of tickles as I swallow it.”  Looking at the glass again, she took another swallow, slightly larger this time.  “Yes, it is good.”  She put the glass down on the table.  “Maybe I’ll have a little more later.  Would that be okay?”

“Of course my dear.  The choice is yours.”

“It tastes a lot better than the ale Summer, Sandy and I tried one time when their parents left some out one afternoon.  That was pretty nasty.  We never messed with their ale after that.  

Atalaya raised an eyebrow at the girl’s admission.  “That is something I think most children attempt at some time.  When you wish to try it again or some other type of drink… when you are ready and with your weapon master’s permission, you may wish to ask me to watch over you as you try other types or a larger quantity.  Something my parents told me, and it is certainly true, it is much better to learn your limits with family who love you and have your best interests at heart than alone or with others who are not.”  

Atalaya takes a deep breath.  “Enough seriousness, this is to be a celebration.  And I think I see the promised pancakes approaching.”

Everyone looks up as Darby approaches the table carrying three servings of pancakes and is followed by a kitchen helper with another three plates.  With a flourish, he sets them out standing nearby, waiting expectantly for Cirilli to taste his creation.   

Crilli looks with joy at Darby, “Thank you!” Darby chuckles, “You haven't tried them, miss.” Cirilli addresses her plate, diving deep to cut a piece and tasting it. “This… mmmmm,” is all she manages to get out between eager bites. Darby smiles, “You are very welcome.”

The pancakes and delicate syrup have arrived at the opposite end of the table as Nevil enjoys the well seasoned and light eggs.  Leaning back in her chair, nibbling a strip of crispy bacon, Nevil watches Cirilli and remembers her youth.  She leans forward and wipes her mouth and greasy fingers with a napkin.  Then she turns her gaze to Inman to find he's been watching her.  She blushes a little and asks, "Do you remember that first step with the master?"   With the joy of remembrance in her eyes.  "It felt like the world exploded with possibilities and we would make it ours."

[add Inman here]

The moment shifted when pancakes were presented before the pair.  The buttery and vanilla smell surrounded and Nevil’s eyes grew large. "Wow. this is trouble in the best way." 

Chapter 7: Planning the Day

Noticing a shift in the light outside and the smell of wet earth growing, Nevil speaks between bites. "So, it looks like the weather is turning.  This will make our trip to Briarwood interesting.  Covered wagons perhaps?"

“I definitely think a covered wagon is in order.  Perhaps if we take turns driving it so no one has to remain outside in the rain the whole trip.  And perhaps it will give Cirilli a short break if we send Nevil and Inman out to drive.  But, I think the next item should be to get the practice gear we need.  I’d prefer to not have to make our way through the shops in the rain.  Turning to Nevil she added, “I’ve been thinking about how to make bathing after practices more comfortable.  Using the blankets did provide more privacy.  What if we found a couple of big sheets of canvas to partition off the bathing area?  

Nevil agreed, "It wouldn't be a bad idea to get some canvas sheets even if we didn't use them for that purpose. But yes, that would work better than sheets.”

Boz, listening to Atalaya and Nevil’s conversation, leans over towards Atalaya as she was reaching for her coffee, “If my Princess prefers privacy while bathing, perhaps thou shouldst bathe within thy chamber.  It will be my pleasure to serve thee there, and provide for all thy needs.”  

Atalaya sputtered, coughing and choking on the liquid she had just started to swallow.  Her face flamed red and suddenly everyone at the table turned to stare at her.

Concern evident on Cirilli’s face she asked, “Are you alright Atalaya?  Let me help you…”  She looked around not sure why Boz was grinning as he calmly handed her a napkin.  

Nevil adds, "well, the tubs are low enough profile that they could be moved below with some assistance for special occasions." She winks to Boz to offer her assistance."  But honestly for everyday, having to move all that water there and back is a pain."  

Apparently Boz is not the only one thinking of the possibilities.  Nevil glances over at Inman at the same time her hand finds his on her thigh under the table.  As a subtle reply, she traces soft lines over the veins on the top of his hand, then his fingertips, as he offers to hold her evasive hand. "Those special occasions are best kept for a splurge at an Inn."   

Something appears to click in Cirilli's head.  She looks to Atalaya and Boz, then Nevil and Inman, then she blushes realizing there was more going on than a deep discussion on bathing habits.  She looks to the only eyes she doesn't find embarrassing in the moment, only to find herself betrayed with Sorrow's nod of agreement.  The shade of red Cirilli turns is impressive and Nevil is quick to change the topic but she takes note.

Atalaya also notes the redness in Cirilli’s face.  I hope that means that I have a few more years before she starts finding boys of interest.  I’m not ready for that.  But some of the village girls do marry so very young…  We will just have to keep her busy learning her fighting skills.  

"Honestly, with shopping for the common items, after inspecting the more important items, I was just going to make a list and hand it to the general goods merchant for delivery to the ship.  About the only thing we need to spend real time at are the leather workers and weaponsmith.  I wonder if this town has a decent selection?  I am tired of getting stabbed underwater.”

“Well, if not here, there will be at Blue Haven.  But we should certainly find something appropriate for practicing.  Perhaps a stroll through town will prove instructive.  We should have everything sent directly to the ship.  It will save us time, and we do need to make it to Briarwood and back.  There was an inn in Briarwood, but I’d rather make it back to the ship tonight…regardless of your training exercise.  The sooner we make it to Arcadianus’ tower in Pelagia the sooner we can get to Blue Haven and search out the books that we need.”  

“I couldn't agree more,” says Nevil.

Atalaya looks down at her plate, wondering what happened to the pancakes.  They seemed to have disappeared completely.  A quick look around the table showed that the other plates were just as empty as hers.    Scraping the last of the blueberry syrup onto the edge of her fork she savored its sweet taste and then put down her fork.  Looking into her coffee cup she found it empty also.  Darby hurried up to the table.  “More coffee, ma’am?”  

Looking around the table and seeing that people looked like they were finished with the meal and ready to leave, she ruefully shook her head.  I fear that we must leave and attend to business.  Atalaya reached into her pouch and removed the agreed upon price plus a bit extra.  “As we agreed.  My compliments on all the food.  It was delicious.  We shall certainly be sure to make this our place to take our meals whenever we are here in port.”

After Darby leaves the immediate vicinity, Atalaya turns to the table and remarks, “The pause to our game ends when I step outside of this building.”  Making eye contact with each person she asks, “Are we ready to leave?”

"I expect we will be back and on our way to Pelagia before evening.  Should we speak to Master Darby regarding an evening meal to go?  And perhaps inquire about the weather?" 

Atalaya follows Nevil to the bar to get the hobbit’s attention again.  Nevil motions to Darby. "You have been wonderful to us this morning.  We have business in Briarwood but expect we will be back by mid-afternoon.  Could we trouble you to prepare a pleasant, but not extravagant, evening meal for our party here and our crew we travel with for tonight?"  Darby lights up at what may be his best day of business all week, "of course, it would be my pleasure.  Would a sum of xxx gold be acceptable?"  Nevil smiles, "Indeed it would, we are with the Hond Ebrath.  Ask for Captain Ivar or Annie, the first mate."

"Before we return to our group," Nevil continues, "A few questions also, if they don't seem too odd."  Darby smiles, "In an Inn one must try hard to make questions odd." [Quizzing Darby regarding the weather and its impact on the community occurs here.]

Nevil smiles and gestures, “I think we are ready now, my lady.”

Chapter 8: The Game Resumes

“The men in attendance as we shop, this shall be fun,” smirks Atalaya. Winking at Nevil, she returns to the table.  “Let us take our leave of this fine establishment.  I feel the call of the shops and the many items we can find there.”  She smiles at Boz and reaches for his hand.  “This poor damsel shall need the help of all you fine young men.  Let us make our way outside and explore the possibilities that are present in this town.”

Her arm linked with Boz’s, Atalaya heads towards the door, attempting to ignore the look of horror Boz gives Inman and Sorrow.  As she steps through the doorway, she raises her voice slightly and says, “We are officially resuming the game.”  Looking at the men she adds, “My lords, which way to the shops?”

Sorrow looks startled.  “Did thou not just ask the tavern keeper?  I thought that was what thou wast doing over there.”

“Silly me,  I never thought to do so.  Nevil and I simply asked him about the weather hereabouts of late.  Perhaps you or Inman will take on that task for me.  I’m sure that thou shalt be better able to understand any directions the peasants hereabout shall provide thee.”

Sorrow rolls his eyes but responds in kind, “I am yours to command, your Highness.  It shall be as thou asks.”  Turning to Inman, “Wilst thou accompany me to do the Highness’ bidding?”

While the rest of the group lingers several yards down the street toward the intersection they passed through before, Cirilli watches both Nevil and the gathered group from the threshold of the Inn.

Knowing full well Cirilli is out of earshot, Inman jests, "There is no greater joy than to do MY lady's bidding."  Sorrow and Inman exchange a series of whispers and hand gestures. Then Inman speaks, "My lady perhaps you could grace the general goods merchant there on the corner?  It appears they are rolling out goods as we speak. We shall run ahead and prepare the way and inquire about the special shops you seek." Inman and Sorrow jog ahead.

Seeing that Nevil is wrapping up business with Darby, and that Sorrow and Inman are separating from the group, Cirilli's instincts tell her to draw closer to Atalaya.  She leaves Nevil and jogs to Atalaya’s side. "where are they going?" she asks.

 

“Ah, here art thou, my fair protector.  They go to seek out the shops we need.  And they have already found the first.  See, there ‘tis a general shop just beyond the corner.  Let us proceed there my friends.”  

Beckoning Nevil near she called out, “Come thou here dear Nevil.  Thy good man hath already discovered a general store just steps away.  Come let us see what can be acquired there.  Clothesline, clothespins, canvas for a screen, and perhaps some fresh foods can be acquired.” 

Turning a simpering smile towards Boz, “And what dost thou require this day?  Some new shirts perhaps.  Thou art most rough with them.  If there are none here perhaps we can find a tailor who canst replace those consumed by the many sharp pointy things thou delights in playing with.  Perhaps thou canst discover something in a color other than white.”  Atalaya bats her eyes at Vasilya.  

“Come Cirilli, perhaps thou also can find a trinket or two that will help you mark this day.”

Atalaya, still clinging to Boz’s arm, heads resolutely towards the store.  As they near the store she sighs dramatically.  “Oh look, they have hair ribbons in so many different colors.  Come quickly Nevil, I must see thee bedecked in all the colors of the rainbow.  Dear Vaz, which colors do you think that Inman wouldst wish to see her wearing?  Let’s see, she already has a red ribbon, how about some in blue and green and… oh look,” she says holding up a silvery pearl ribbon to Nevil’s hair.  It matches the color of her gambeson!  What dost thou think, Vaz?  Should she not acquire this?  And look, a pink one!  It will look simply beautiful with the pearl one and goes well with thy gambeson Nevil.  We could stitch it to the gambeson along the edges.  It will make the gambeson ever so much more appealing.  It’s too stark to do thee justice as it is, milady.”

Cirilli watching the situation develop with increasing misgivings tries to insert herself unobtrusively between Atalaya and Nevil.  Tugging Atalaya’s arm she whispers, “Take care Atalaya, you shouldn’t stand so near to her.  She has a sword.  Let me escort you to the table over there, I see canvas there.  How many yards do you want?”  In near desperation she turns to Boz, “Really Boz, you should move her away from Nevil.  It’s not safe for her.  Please.”

Nevil looks in disbelief at Atalaya as she walks past toward the merchant's trade counter. "You are mad if you think we are decorating my under armor. And I thought we were here to make quick order of this shopping before the rain settled."  

Boz is mildly entertained by Nevil’s protestations as he feels a tug on his shirt and leans in to listen to Cirilli’s plea.  He scans the room as he leans in close to Cirilli, "Nevil is unarmed.  She has given her sword to someone else."  Boz looks around, "Did you clear the store?"  He grins, "distract Atalaya, as you wish."  [Boz Intelligence check 22]

Boz walked to Atalaya who was turning to follow Nevil in feigned protest, "Mad?  I think..." 

Boz grabs Atalaya’s arm and leads her bruskly toward the clothing and fabrics.   "Yes, my lady, but speak your desires..."  He drew behind her, almost shielding her in the corner with his body, one hand wrapping her waist, gesturing to the selection with his other hand.  He whispers into her ear, "...for I could entertain your desires, if you would but entertain a few of mine."

“Thou makest me blush fair sir.”  She checks to see where both Cirilli and Nevil are and then leans in whispering, “And what desires are you entertaining Iubit?”  Continuing in Gurrish she adds,  “A room in an inn with a tub perhaps?”

Vaz’s soft Gurrish words tickle Atalaya’s ear as he earnestly says something that makes her blush brighten to a deep pink across her cheeks and down her neck.  Vaz’s arms around her waist keeps her from moving away as he continues his teasing.  

Cirilli springs to alert and begins to follow Nevil’s earlier instruction.  She begins by placing herself between Nevil and Atalaya. Then confirming the absence of a wooden sword in Nevil's belt, she scans the immediate area around Atalaya and then walking the aisles and inspecting nooks to ensure no one else is present.  [Intelligence check 15 pass]

Nevil waits for the merchant to finish with another customer, enjoying the chaos she has caused.  Nevil meets Cirilli’s gaze after she cleared the store and stood by the entrance.  There you go Cirilli. Engage the team. And a quick study I see.  

Nevil leans against the counter as Cirilli positions herself near the entrance to the store.  She slides between two hanging hams and squats between salt barrels.  From her position, no doubt she could see anyone who entered the store while remaining hidden from view.  She is laying an ambush.  A quick study indeed.  

Inman approaches and cautiously enters.  He remains on the threshold, surveying the shop.  Not seeing Cirilli, he draws the wooden sword out from under his cloak, and tucks it behind himself while he walks down the main aisle toward the back of the store.  [Stealth check 19 vs Inman perception 17]  

Inman was quite confident he had not missed anything on his survey, but he became increasingly worried as he passes shelf after shelf not finding Cirilli.  Cirilli begins to stalk up on Inman as soon as he makes his first steps into the store.  She draws her sword at the same time he does, places her steps at the same time he does, drawing closer every step. Shit, if Atalaya could see this... [Stealth check 24 vs Inman perception 21]

With a confused look Inman makes eye contact with Nevil as he turns the final corner on his way toward Atalaya.  Nevil smiles and points behind him.  Inman froze, realizing where Cirilli was, at the same time her sword nudges his back.  "Pause, Nevil spoke loud enough for all to hear."  

Inman drops his sword and spins around, "Well done!"  I had no idea!"  Nevil approaches Cirilli and places a hand on her shoulder, "That was some impressive stealth work.  You cleared the room as we discussed and laid an ambush.  I couldn't be more proud.”  Nevil calls to Atalaya, “Atalaya come hear this.” 

Having just witnessed the mock assassination, the newly arriving merchant seems very confused.

Cirilli, her heart still pounding from the excitement and tension for the past several moments, beams in pride at Nevil’s praise.  “I stopped him from reaching the princess, didn’t I?”  She glances around for Atalaya.  “I didn’t see you giving him the sword though.  Boz is the one who saw that and told me that you didn’t have it anymore.”  She looks uncertainly at Nevil, as if perhaps she had cheated a bit by getting that information from Boz.

Atalaya, hearing Nevil’s call to pause the game again, casts a quick look over the cloth spread out on the table before her and turns back to Nevil. Still blushing,  she shifts her hand to rest comfortably along Boz’s forearm, and allows him to lead her back to the others.  Seeing a sword in Inman’s hand and a smiling Cirilli she asks, “Pray tell me what hast occurred here my dear protector.  Hast thou stopped some vile deed from occurring?”

“Atalaya, ah, fair princess, I did.  I caught Inman trying to sneak up on you.  Nevil showed me how to clear an area before we had breakfast, and it worked!”

Atalaya shoots a quick glance over at Nevil, raising an eyebrow, and then returns her attention to Cirilli.  “My thanks dear heart.  That thou hast maintained my safety ‘tis a greatly appreciated.  ‘Tis a job well done.”

        As Nevil uses the teaching moment, Inman picks up the sword and approaches the confused merchant, "I'm sorry, it's a game we play.  I assure you we have a lengthy list of items to purchase for delivery to the Hond Ebrath by mid-afternoon."  The merchant's slightly annoyed expression softens as Inman explains.  He continues, "the ladies will explain their needs in a moment."

Nevil gushes with excitement,  "Atalaya, I'm sorry you missed it.  It was an excellent bit of stealth work.  A budding ranger indeed."

Atalaya rustles Cirilli’s hair briefly, then places her hand on top of her head in blessing, “Well done, Daughter of my Heart.  You are learning quickly.”

Cirilli’s eyes light up when Atalaya praises her, but she then quickly looks back to Nevil.  

Then Nevil calms and instructs Cirilli while offering an explanation for the odd training technique, "Combat skills are more than just weapon work. One of the most important parts is about making the best advantage for yourself as possible."

"So, always look for unused resources to use to your advantage; allies, terrain, makeshift weapons, escape routes, are all examples.  Engaging all of those things is part of the game."

Nevil rubs the back of her head, "Well, I'm impressed enough to end the game for today.  Unless you wish to continue?  We still have regular practice this afternoon.  So, I leave that choice to you."

“It’s scary fun.  I mean… I’m kind of scared that I’ll do something wrong, but it’s fun at the same time.  Maybe we can continue for just a little bit more.  Like until we go to get the weapons and armor pieces.  I think there, I want to be able to pay attention to what you are choosing and not have to think about not letting you tag Atalaya.  But, I guess that is the next place we are going anyway.  So maybe let’s see if I can get Atalaya there safely and then we stop?”

Nevil smiles, "That sounds like a fine plan.  But think through and practice clearing threats from each of the areas we encounter today.  This is a skill that needs to become second nature."  Looking at Atalaya, "let's finish our shopping here before we kick it off again."

“I agree with that.  We don’t want to worry the merchant here any more than we have already.  

Nevil spots Inman smoothing it over with the merchant and approaches with a sheepish grin. "Our apologies.  Would you be able to deliver these items to the Hond Ebrath by mid-afternoon?" 

Atalaya looks over Nevil’s shoulder at her list. That’s the list for your building project, but will are also going to need a lighter rope for a clothesline and to string up the canvas, several dozen clothespins, canvas for our bathing shield,  

As she gets to the end of the list she asks, “Manacles?  What do we need those for?”  

Nevil, raises a brow and looks at Atalaya, "I am anticipating our problem with the cook will come around again. Would you prefer we transport prisoners tied to the mast?" 

“No.  No, I don’t want to have to do that again.  I guess we do need to think about that these days.”  

Perusing the list again she adds, “Looks like we need to find a carpentry shop for the tool sets you want and for the lumber.”  

Nevil smiles, “that's not necessary. Craftsman's kits are standard tools. If this merchant does not have it then, he could send a runner for it for a small fee.  We have limited time in town.”

“Good enough.  So are you ready to look for some gambesons and practice weapons then?  I would rather pick out the practice swords ourselves than let a merchant pick them out.”

"Yes, I completely agree."  Nevil relaxes a little, "While ribbons and baubles are out of the question, perhaps a more appealing base color can be found.  Light gray is... well drab."  Cirilli, let's get one that fits you well too.  Would that be better here or at a weaponsmith's?”

“Definitely gambesons for Cirilli and myself.  And for any of the guys that want to participate in the fighter practices.  And maybe a few more practice swords.  I prefer to perform my katas with my actual swords, but for the rest of practice we need wooden blades.  So at least four of the practice blades.  If we can afford it, six.”  Seeing Nevil’s look of surprise she lowers her voice and says, “Yes, I know, we have all those pearls and they will bring a good price.  But not here.  And I think that it will be better to sell only one or two at a time around here where someone could recognize what they stand for.”  

[Merchant's response]

[Nevils shopping list

• carpenter's set.    8gp

• tailors set,        1gp

• woodcarving set   1gp

• 3 mattresses (3x cost of bedroll at 1gp?)  9gp

• 6 ships hammocks, (similar in materials to a tent at 2gp?) 12gp

• New ship's rope, 550 feet (hemp 50ft 1gp) 15gp

• Washtub, (2x cost of a barrel at 2gp) 4gp

• 4 sets of manacles 8gp

• 1 good pell (or materials to make) xxx cost

• 2 wood training swords xxx cost 4 to 6 (we will get from from speciality store)

• 1/4 cord of rough hewn lumber for general use. xxx cost

• lifestyle upkeep for the ship xxx cost ]  Shouldn’t that be included in the yearly general upkeep money we paid?  

• Clothesline and extra line for hanging canvas for bathing

• 50 clothespins

• Canvas for bathing shield

  

After the goods from this shop are chosen and a price agreed upon Atalaya looks around, noting that Sorrow has not joined them while they were in the shop.  Beckoning to Cirilli she waits for her to return to her side.  Formally placing her hand upon Vaz’s arm, she says, “The pause has ended.”  Then plastering her simpering smile back on her face she says, “I’m so sad that we couldst not convince Nevil to accept some ribbons for her gambeson.  Oh well, perhaps later.  Now, where shall we go?  What shops are there to explore now?  A tailor for thee, perhaps fair Vasilya?”

Boz rolls his eyes.  “Not today I think, my fair princess.  I thought that thou and the fierce Nevil were going to find more gear for the training of thy youngling.  Didst thou not want to find the armorers and weaponsmiths of this quaint village?”

“As thou sayest, Vasilya.  Let us make our way into the town and find those good gentles.”  Turning to Inman she asks, “Didst thou find out where those establishments are located?  Can thou lead us to them?”

Chapter 9: Second Shop

Upon Atalaya’s discussion of ribbons continuing, Nevil makes haste to the exit.  She finds Sorrow outside leaning on the wall of the shop.  Knowing there is very little time for a message, Sorrow whispers, "Inman distracts on roundabout.  We shortcut and wait."  Nevil nods and waits beside Sorrow.  [Nevil intelligence 14, weak pass]

Inman turns with a grand gesture of his arm, "my lady, we have indeed.  This way." He leads the couple outside and remains at the other side of Atalaya.

Nevil and Sorrow give Atalaya a respectful distance, noting Cirilli’s advance of her exit from the shop.  The pair allows the group to pass and follows behind. Cirilli walks just behind Atalaya, frequently glancing behind her to check on Nevil.

Wishing to create a playful distraction, Inman turns to Atalaya, "My lady, if you need a courtly man to escort you for an event, I would be happy to oblige until Boz can find suitable attire."  The attempt to lightly jest falls flat. [Inman performance 11, light fail]

Atalaya's eyes widened in surprise at Inman’s comment.  A quick glance behind her shows her that Cirilli is close by.  Feeling Vaz’s arm tighten under her hand she quickly plasters her helpless princess demeanor on her face and laughs a bit to give herself some time to think of an answer.  “Thou art so kind, but I think that thou forgets that my fair prince already hast at least one such outfit.  Besides my lord, I wouldst never keep thee from thy dearest, Nevil.”  

Inman tries to salvage his blunder, but unable to use words to explain his intentions due to Cirilli's proximity, he attempts to use facial expressions to transmit his intent to distract Cirilli.  Unfortunately, Inman's expression comes across more as genuine and blatant flirtatiousness. [Inman persuasion 4 utter failure].

Turning to Vasilya, Atalaya lightens her voice, “Thou could listen to thy friend though.  ‘Tis not a bad thing to own more than a single garment fit to grace my court.”

Vasilya starts to laugh.  “I will begin to look for another bit of fancy garb when I next see thee adorned in a new gown of equal splendor to that which you wish to see me don.”  Boz sneaks a look behind him as he leans down to whisper in Atalaya’s ear.  Cirilli is trying to keep her eyes on the road ahead of them, but she is momentarily distracted by the banter between the three just ahead of her.  Each time she pulls her attention back to the milling people wandering up and down the street as they make their way to the shop Inman has in mind, trying to anticipate the next ambush.  (in Pelagia, Cirilli perception roll 13)  

After seeing Cirilli’s attention briefly shift to him, Vasilya whispers in Atalaya’s ear, “I shall do most anything to see thee in another such fine garment as thou already possesses.”  Atalaya shivers as he abruptly stops, his other hand reaching for her face.  “Thy hair is coming undone.  I shall have to repair this for thee when we are out of the street.”  He pushes a tendril behind her ear and then resumes leading her in the direction Inman indicates. 

While the timing is not ideal, Sorrow grabs Nevil’s arm and points to a narrow side garden cutting between buildings.  Nevil tries to quietly fallback and quickstep her way through the garden. [Nevil stealth 18 succeeds contested vs Cirilli’s perception.]

Sorrow remains, hoping his presence will be enough to keep the illusion of a following pair. Nevil passes through a small community garden, passing by a few rain barrels and a small archway of floral vines.  The entourage continues down to the next cross Street.  Nevil immediately sees the weaponsmith, it's an open air forage, with several irons sunk deep in the coals, as a Smith alternates their shaping into horse shoes.  Looking down the street toward the direction the group will come, Nevil sees a few small homes lining the streets, a small fenced area of chickens, and a covered but undrawn wagon loaded half with crates.  With few good options, Nevil draws her sword and runs to the side of the chicken yard, hiding crouched behind the coop between two houses adjacent to the smith.

Inman is red in the face, embarrassed for his series of social blunders.  He is relieved to see Atalaya take diplomatic control of the situation.  As the group turns the corner and sounds of metalworking ring from a clear direction, Inman allows the couple to walk ahead.  As he falls behind with Cirilli, Sorrow steps forward to the other side of her and both men flank her guard behind Atalaya.  

While Cirilli does not recognize their change in position as an attempt to block her view and impede her travel, she does recognize the need to sweep the area before allowing Atalaya to approach further.  As she pushes past Inman, she realizes Nevil has disappeared.  "One moment my lady, you are in danger.  Nevil has disappeared."  Atalaya and Boz stop in the middle of the street as Inman and Sorrow continue on to enter the shop. [Cirilli Survival 6 fail,  intelligence 14 pass]

Cirilli quickly reviews the general streetscape.  Seeing no immediate threats, she sweeps back the canvas of the covered wagon, looks between crates, and proceeds around the side of the chicken yard, performing a more detailed inspection of potential hiding locations for an ambush.  

Then Cirilli can't help but notice the continued and unexplained agitation of the chickens.  She notes the small alley, the good hiding spot that the coop would afford,  and she continues to monitor that direction closely.  

She looks to the weaponsmith.  Inman seems unable to open the door to the shop, Sorrow is speaking with the smith who has stopped working the irons and enters the shop from the forge side to unbar the door. "Well if you're here to shop come on in," bellows the smith.  Cirilli draws close to Atalaya and continues to watch the ally by the coop.

[Atalaya fails perception roll (10) in Pelegia]

Atalaya, taking heed of Cirilli’s warning about Nevil’s disappearance fails to notice the commotion from the chicken coops.   Her attention continues to be focused on Inman and Vaz.  As the weaponsmith opens the doorway to his shop she moves to enter the shop, watching to see if Cirilli will attempt to stop her.  Atalaya greets the weaponsmith.  “Yes, I need to buy a few more arrows for my longbow and my comrades Cirilli and Vasilya need arrows for their shortbows.  Have you any in stock?”  Cirilli focuses quickly on Sorrow and Inman.  She sees that neither has a sword in their hands.  Turning to look back towards the alley she sees no sign of Nevil [Investigation check 9 fail, in Pelagia] and turns her attention back to Atalaya.    

  The weaponsmith grins, “Of course.  I always have a selection of arrows available.  Come in.  Come on in and lets see what else I can interest you in.”  He opens the door wide inviting everyone into his shop.  “Just over this way.”

Atalaya drops Vaz’s arm as she slowly follows the weaponsmith.  Her eyes roam over the displayed weapons.  Many are general pieces, appropriate for a guardsman or a weapons student, but her eyes were drawn to several pieces displayed against the back wall.  These were swords, in several different styles that were of obvious quality.  Without a thought to the game or her escorts her feet guide her way across the shop and to the display.  Her hand tingles with the wish to try the longsword prominently placed amongst the other swords.  Taking a deep breath, she turns to the smith.  These are the work of a master.  May I?

The weaponsmith nods to himself.  “You have a keen eye, milady.”  Seeing her gaze continually returning to the long sword and noting the one at her side, he stepped forward and took the sword down from the shelf it was placed on and carefully handed her the sword to her.  Atalaya grasped the hilt and stepping back away from the others brought it up to a two handed guard stance.  Smiling at the sword's weight and balance, she lowered it and began to study the workmanship.  “This is a worthy sword. Is it your work, milord?”

The weaponsmith looks slightly bemused by Atalaya’s choice of address for him, but nods. “It is.”

Atalaya reverently returns the sword to him.  “I could wish that I needed a new sword today.  Unfortunately I do not.”  She looks with longing at the sword as he returns it to its place on the display case.  The other swords in the case seem as well made.  “Stamfort is lucky to have such a skilled weaponsmith.  Your work could easily grace the hands of many skilled swordsmen.”  Shaking her head.  “But alas, I must ask you to show me your arrows instead of these fine pieces.”

The weaponsmith leads her to the side of his shop where several half barrels are filled with arrows.  “Take you pick.”

Inman and Sorrow noting Atalaya’s focus on the sword engaged Boz in a discussion on the various merits of the shortsword, rapier and scimitar, effectively moving him away from Atalaya as she talks to the weaponsmith.

Cirilli recognizes that the only real access to Atalaya is through the door, she stands just outside the store watching any approach to the building.

Soon after the bellowing of the smith, Nevil appears sword in hand, and makes near immediate eye contact with Cirilli.  Cirilli draws her sword and watches Nevil's approach. Knowing she's been caught red handed, Nevil walks slowly toward Cirilli as she puts her sword back in her belt.  "Well I'd say you figured that one out pretty well. What do you say we go get some gear for the real weapon work later today? How's the selection in there?”

“It looks like there are a lot of regular weapons in there.  There are some in the back that Atalaya is drooling over.  She said something about him being a very skilled swordsmith.  She is looking at the arrows right now.  I didn’t think that we were looking for arrows.

Nevil snorts.  “I think that she was allowing whatever was going to happen the chance to happen.  Let’s see what is going on.  Did I pause the game?  It is paused and finished for the day.”

Cirilli smiled at Nevil.  “I wasn’t sure about this ‘game’ when we started this morning.  But, actually it was a lot of fun.  And I learned a lot about how to watch for hidden dangerous people.  Thank you.”

As she approached Atalaya, she pulled ahead of Nevil and hurried to her side.  Pulling on Atalaya’s arm to bring her head down, she whispered, “I did it.  I caught Nevil before she could get in here.”  

Atalaya gave her a joyful hug.  “Good job, Daughter of my heart.  Thou art a most excellent body guard.”

Cirilli rolled her eyes.  “Are you going to keep talking so funny?  Nevil said that the game was over.”

“She did now, did she?” Atalaya questioned as she grasped Cirilli’s hand.  Using the gentle tug on Cirilli’s hand to redirect her attention she continued. “I want you to choose three new arrows.  Come, look at what is available.”  As she shows Cirilli the barrels with the arrows, she steps back to watch Cirilli.  

Cirilli looks into the barrel and pulls out three random arrows and turns to Atalaya.  “These three?”  

Atalaya shakes her head.  “When you have the option to choose your arrows, you need to take more time and care in your choice.  This man is a skilled weaponsmith.  I think all the arrowheads will be well made, but you should still check carefully.  He may have apprentices whose work is not yet as good as his.  He probably gets his shafts from someone else.  What is the quality of the shaft?  How stiff is it?  Different bows like shafts of different stiffnesses.  How well has it been put together?  You and I have repaired arrows that were used and needed refletching.  How well is the arrow fletched?  You want to look at each of these things when you pay another for an arrow.  When you buy just the arrowheads you still need to check the quality of the arrowhead and be sure that it was designed for the use you have in mind for it.  We have spoken about that too.  What are you going to use these arrows for?”

Cirilli looks down at the arrows.  “I… I don’t know Atalaya.  You didn’t tell me what type of arrow to choose.”

Atalaya nodded.  “True, so what do you need in an arrow right now?”

Cirilli thought for several minutes.  This is a test of some kind.  She is checking to see what I have learned from Joan and the Greenleafs.  And from her when we were repairing arrows. So, what do I need?  The arrows I have are from her or from gathering up the arrows of our enemies.  She keeps those separate from the ones she usually uses and that I am using.  The ones that I have are for killing humanoids.  They do damage as they go in and when someone attempts to pull them out of the wound.  I have a handful of hunting arrows that are good for small game or birds that I got from the Greenleafs, but I don’t have any for hunting larger animals like deer or wolves.  So should I choose that?  Or more for when we are fighting orcs and goblins and other nasty things?  Or for when we have to fight other people like we did on the Tamarind?” 

“I need arrows to hunt game.  I have a few for hunting small game.  The rest I have are war arrows for when we are fighting men or monsters.  But, if we needed meat while traveling in the wilds, I don’t have the right type of arrow.”

Atalaya nods at her.  “And so, will those arrows do?”

Cirilli looks at what she is holding.  They were war arrows.  “No, these are the wrong type.”

Atalaya raises an eyebrow and Cirilli returns them to the barrel and starts looking through it more carefully.  Finally she pulls out 6 hunting arrows with arrowheads sized appropriately for hunting deer.  “These are hunting arrows and I think the arrowhead is shaped well.  I see no cracks in the metal and the edges are sharp.

Atalaya nods.  “This is true. Now check the shaft.  Is it straight and smooth?  How much give does the shaft have?  How much give to the shaft works best for you and your bow?”

Cirilli looks less certain now.  She picks up each arrow and examines the shaft.  One she quickly sets back into the barrel.  Looking at the others she says, “These are all straight and smooth.  What do you mean about ‘stiffness’ ?”

Atalaya takes one of the arrows and shows her how to test the stiffness of the shaft.  For me, using a longbow that is able to impart extra power into the shot, I need an arrow that is stiffer than what I would need if I was using a short bow.  It has to do with the power and speed with which the arrow leaves the bow when you shoot.  This particular arrow would work well with my bow.  But I think it would be too stiff for your short bow.  Feel it yourself.”

Cirilli takes the arrow and tests the stiffness as Atalaya showed her.  Nodding in concentration, she handed the arrow back to Atalaya.  She reached for the next and tested it.  “This feels more springy to me.  Is that right?”  She hands the arrow to Atalaya.

Atalaya tests the arrow.  “You are right.  This is less stiff.  It could be a choice for you.”

“How do I know how stiff or springy it needs to be?”

Atalaya looked at her, “You use lots of different arrows and determine which shoots the straightest for you.  And you pay attention to the type of arrow and the results you get while you practice.”  Looking at the indecision in her gaze Atalaya added, “I would suggest that you find 3 arrows similar to each other with slightly different levels of stiffness, although less than the first one.  And then, when we have time on land, you practice with each one, and determine which is best for you.  Then you can purposefully choose arrows that are similar.”

“Okay, I can do that.”  She takes the arrow back and puts it aside.  She tests the other remaining arrows, arranging them in order of their stiffness.  Next she checked the fletching on each arrow, smiling as she put each back into her order.  “The fletching seems good to me.  Will you check it for me?

“I will.”  She looks through the remaining four arrows.  Stopping at the second, she brings it to Cirilli’s attention.  “Do you see this?” Atalaya points at the glue work on the arrow.  “This was poorly joined here.  I would not buy this one.”  

Cirilli takes it from Atalaya’s hands and examines it again, paying careful attention to the area that Atalaya had shown her.  Nodding to herself, she returned that arrow to the barrel.  Looking back at Atalaya she says, “I choose these three.”

Very well.  Give them to the weaponsmith for now.  Atalaya turns to the barrow and looks through it for arrows for herself.  Judging that perhaps Cirilli was interested in hunting game, she chose 3 hunting arrows for herself.  As Cirilli had pointed out, they had plenty of war arrows or arrowheads from those that they scavenged.  

Nevil and the weaponsmith had stood back, watching the lesson.  The weaponsmith nodded to himself at times as she explained how to choose an arrow.  Speaking softly to Nevil he commented, “She is lucky to have such instruction.”

Atalaya, making her final selection, turns back to the others.  “I will take these and the three that Cirilli has chosen.  Turning to Nevil she asks, “Now, does she need a shield?  What are your plans for her right now?”

Nevil's heart warmed watching Atalaya and Cirilli, in ways she had not, but until recently, began to feel again.  The beauty of life; and this moment was beautiful. More than a pride in one's craft, it was the creation of something everlasting; a continuity to mentors before and students unborn.  Nevil looked to the weaponsmith knowing he felt it as well, "Yes... and you are a part of this too."  

Nevil, walked over to Atalaya and Cirilli, "well, I would like to stick with and move toward the mastery of one weapon for now.  I assumed that would be the short sword.  Until her body grows the longsword may be unbalanced in her hand.  But it could be any short bladed weapon.  What is most useful to a ranger?  

Regarding shields, for the near future, I'd like to stick with one form until a reasonable proficiency is obtained.  That can be with or without a shield.  Again, what is more helpful to a ranger?

“That is complicated.  Rangers which prefer to make use of their bow skills generally use a longsword as I do.  It prevents the need for carrying a shield because our bows are carried over our shoulders. Quivers might be carried on the shoulder or on a belt at the waist as I do.   But when we are younger and the longsword is not an option we are most often taught shortsword and shield or dual wielding shortswords, depending on the age and dexterity of the trainee.  As you have said, Cirilli is very quick, so learning to fight with a sword in each hand is a possibility for her.  And having watched her progress with her bow skills I believe that she is going to become a highly effective archer, and will probably choose to rely on that style of fighting, as I do.  In fact she already does so.  I would suspect that she would do well with dual wielding.”  Atalaya examines Cirilli critically.  “Looking at her size and her maturity, she is at the cusp between where my trainers in Oleascoa would switch a student from shield to dual wielding if they thought the student could handle it.  But in my village most did learn at least the fundamentals of shield use.  But as both she and I have accepted you has her weapon master, the final decision is yours.”    

Nevil considers Atalaya’s words carefully, "We get a shield for her; to have the option of its use.  I am not ready to train her for dual wielding; though I think she will be very good at it.   She must learn more self-control.  It's too exposed."

Nevil reviews the available options.  Choosing a pair of shields that were the correct size; mid-thigh to shoulder, not too unwieldy or heavy.  She picked them both up one at a time.  Placing her arm in their holds, she felt their balance and weight. Nevil looked up at the smith, "these are very nice mastersmith."  The smith nodded.  Nevil set them down and looked to Cirilli, "do you have a preference of the two?  It's not a test.  They are both adequate.”

Cirilli looks at Nevil and Atalaya before approaching the shields.  Picking up the first and placing it on her arm she moves it into an upward blocking position and holds it there momentarily.  Taking it off she replaces it with the other shield and repeats her actions.  Looking at them again she runs a hand over the surface of the first shield.  Looking at Nevil she says, “I choose this one.”  Her gaze swings to Atalaya, “It just felt good on my arm, is that right?”

Atalaya steps up to Cirilli and looks over the shield.  “I am sure this will serve you well as long as you are in need of a shield.”  Atalaya picks it up and places it on her arm and moves it in several different blocking moves.  Taking it off she examines the leather work of the arm straps and their attachment to the shield.  “It is well made and of an appropriate weight for you, I think.”

Atalaya turns back to the smith, “I am surprised and pleased to find such a skilled craftsman in this town.  I am glad we stopped here.  How much do I owe you for the arrows and this shield?  

Nevil smiles, "Good pick."

The smith smiles. "Yes it is," he agrees.  "That one took me several days to shape.  The wood is hardened well and the rivets even. 10 gold is fair.”

“I agree with that.  It is well made.  As are the arrows.  I believe that most price their arrows at one gold piece for twenty arrows.  You are obviously a master though.  I will give you 5 silver pieces for these 6 arrows.”  Atalaya reaches into her belt pouch and removes the coins for all her purchases, handing them to the weaponsmith.  

“I would know your name, for I wish to tell others of your work,” requests Atalaya.

“I am  Jotham and this place is known as Jotham’s Weapons Forge.  I look forward to selling you more of my work.  Just let me know when you want a new longsword, milady.”

Atalaya picks up the arrows, handing Cirilli the three that she chose and then places her choices into her quiver.  “Take your shield, child,” she adds.  “You may as well get used to carrying it.”

Turning back to the weaponsmith she adds, “We also need some gambesons and perhaps some leather armor.  Can you recommend someone here in town, or should we wait until we reach Blue Haven?”

The smith thinks for a moment and then directs the party to Tamora’s Amory and Leather Shop.  Her gambesons are very nice.  You will need to make your own decisions about her leatherwork, but she does provide me with the leather I use for what is needed when fashioning my items.  

Cirilli takes her shield over to show the rest of the party while Atalaya and Nevil speak with Jotham.  Finally Atalaya looks at Nevil.  “Let’s go check out this shop and then we need to see about a wagon.”  She gathers up the others and heads down the street.

Chapter 10: Gambesons and Leather

The group walked down the street in a far more relaxed manner than before.  But not Cirilli, she almost skipped as she walked excitedly with Atalaya and Boz. Nevil thought. Still so much youth in that one.  May it never die.

Sorrow had excused himself for personal business just after the group had left the weaponsmith.  He said he would join back at the stables in a few minutes. 

Nevil and Inman walked together several steps behind the three.  This morning was fun, it felt deeply right.  Inman caught Nevil glancing at him with a contented grin. He spoke first as his hand found his way into hers, "Maybe we could find some time in Blue Haven, for just us?"  Nevil smiled, "It is different now isn't it?  We had the road to ourselves for a long time."  Inman nodded.  "Different, but good," he agreed."  Nevil's curiosity peaked, "what were you thinking for Blue Haven?"  Inman looked at her playfully, "I don't know yet.  But I'm sure I can think of something."  The pair enjoyed quiet company the remainder of the short walk.

Just before the group turned the last corner to the Armorer, three young girls approached Atalaya, their summer clothes simple and worn.  They stopped before her, halting their progress.  All grins and giggles, one young girl stepped up to Atalaya offering a small bouquet of wildflowers tied with a simple string, "My lady, these are for you. We heard there was a Lady visiting. We don't often get to see Ladies." They curtsied quickly.

Atalaya is startled by the words of the girl offering her the bouquet of wildflowers.  She quickly looked at her armor that she was wearing over her tunic and leggings and then at the giggling girls.  Smiling gracefully at them, she accepted the flowers saying, “My thanks for your welcome to this fair town.  I see that the folk here are most fair and courteous to strangers.” …if one discounts the barkeep at the first tavern we stopped at last night…  Squatting down to get to their level she added, “Remember that a true lady is always concerned for others and treats them kindly and you all shall be as much of a lady as I am.”  Standing again she smiles kindly at them, “I shall treasure these flowers and your kindness, fair damsels.  Fare thee well this day, e   ach of you.”  She curtsies to the girls and returns her hand to Vasilya’s arm as they continue around the corner.  The giggles of the young girls following them around the corner. 

Cirilli slipped around Boz to walk beside Atalaya.  “Why did they give you those flowers?  They must know you are not a ‘Lady.’  You look like the ranger or maybe a fighter that you are.  So why did they do that?”

Atalaya, her heart breaking a bit for the life that Cirilli must have lived, pulls Cirilli in close to her side as they walk.  “They were playing with us.  At least one of them  was in the streets outside the general store.  I remember seeing her there.  I’m sure that she overheard some of our conversations and wanted to join in on the fun.  While many parents may play ‘make believe’ at home with their children, they seldom take it outside the house.  I’m sure that they were just intrigued that we had brought our game to the streets of their town.”

“And because, even with all the silliness that Atalaya added to our game, she is a lady, and that is easily seen by those looking with their hearts,” added Boz.  Seeing the shop just ahead he gestured towards the door.  “Shall we?”

Feeling the anticipation of finding more beautiful pieces here, Atalaya’s face lit up.  “Of course.  Let’s see what we can find here.”  Atalaya walks into the shop and looks around taking a quick inventory of what was present in the shop.  

As they enter, a elven teenager looks up from her seat behind a counter at the side of the shop.  Her blouse is covered by a leather vest tooled with an intricate pattern of vines.  The wide sleeves of her peasant blouse are bound to her forearm with tooled leather cuffs that match the vest.  She puts down her leather mallet and beveler as she stands to greet the group as they enter the shop.  “Welcome to Tamora’s Armory and Leather shop.  My mother is in the back working on her latest project.  I am Lydia.  It would be my pleasure to help you find whatever you need.” 

As Nevil entered the shop, the earthy smell of leather and smoke soothed her soul.  She listened to Atalaya’s, small joyful noises as she took in the ornate leathercraft.  Cirilli poured over the stock and made her way to the gambesons with Boz and Inman close behind.

Nevil approached the counter, "Lydia, good day.  I am Nevil and this is Atalaya. We are looking for several items."  Gesturing around the room to the others in the group, "some simple gambesons for training, a padded leather instructor's sleeve, and well... I'm not entirely sure of the last piece.  I normally wear steel, but I find myself getting stabbed in deep water a bit lately.  I'd like a bit more protection without the weight.  Can you recommend something nice in leather?  I'm also interested in splint mail.   I'd be interested in better than standard pieces if possible.  Unfortunately, we do not have the time for custom.”

Lydia looks startled at Nevil’s words.  “You are getting stabbed in the water?  Deep water?  As in the ocean?”  She looks closely at both Nevil and Atalaya.  “I think you need to talk to my mother about that.  Gambesons I can show you.”  She walks towards the back of the shop.  We have a number of pre-made gambesons and can also make one custom if you have the time to wait for it.  

Atalaya shakes her head.  “No, we will have to make do with something pre-made.  We are looking for something to practice in.”  Atalaya begins to look through the different gambesons arranged on the table in front of her.  Finding a smaller one, she called Cirilli over. “Here, let’s try this one on.  Take off your leathers and we can see how this fits.”  

Cirilli quickly takes off her armor and reaches for the gambeson that Atalaya handed her. While Atalaya adjusts and tugs on it Lydia rummages through the pieces and picks out two other gambesons.  “You might wish to try these also.  They are all similar, but each reaches a different level on the thigh.  And this one here, has shorter sleeves, you would need to wear vambraces on the forearms.  Would you like Cirilli to try these also?”

Cirilli’s eyes light up as the choices are placed on the table near them.  She looks towards Nevil and Atalaya, “Which would be best to practice in?”

Looking a little excited about the options Nevil runs her hands over the stitching.  "Well, I prefer long-sleeve, long-thigh, gambesons because I wear them in combat.  Getting conditioned to the heat and feel is helpful." She stops on a light blue fabric with a left-sided, off- center, leather buckle line. Speaking to Lydia, "this one is nice.  I'll try this one on in a minute with a  right-sided padded hide pauldron and sleeve."

Returning to Atalaya’s question, "But for practice, for someone with a different armor style..."  Nevil considers, "I'd probably pick the same, unless you are willing to endure more bruises and scrapes in trade for comfort.  People make lots of mistakes and the same spots get hit over and over again with the repetition of practice.  That's why I am getting an instructor sleeve.  I expect Cirilli will be a quick study and I'd like to not be bruised all the time."

Speaking to Cirilli, “the choice is yours, but I don't want to hear any whining later if you go with a short style.  However, I do insist on an off center buckle line.  One that folds toward your shield side.  When blades run across the armor in practice, they can catch in the buckles and find their way through the gaps.  An off center line keeps the blades outside the padding."  Nevil holds her chest, “I've been caught in the breast too many times to make that mistake again.”

Atalaya looks over the gambesons with Nevil.  “I agree with the long sleeves and longer length.  I hadn’t thought about the buckle line, but what you say makes good sense.  I will follow your advice there.” Atalaya finds one in a forest green fabric and picks it up, feeling the weight of it.  “I’m going to try this one, I think.”  Atalaya starts to put down her pack and weapons in preparation to trying on the gambeson.  

Boz comes over and picks up her pack.  “I’ll just keep hold of this for you, ‘Laya.”  He holds her bow as well.  Atalaya quickly shucks the armor and reaches for the gambeson, feeling Vasilya’s eyes on her the whole time.  Trying to ignore the feeling of being watched she puts on the gambeson, fastens the buckles, checks the length of the sleeves and hem, and finally checks her freedom of movement in the garment.  “It’s like this was made for me.  I’ll take this one.”

Taking it off and putting her own armor back on, she accepts the items that Vasilya had been holding for her.  His arm goes around her waist as he stands beside her watching Cirilli look through the gambeson choices.  She carefully looks at the choices of Nevil and Atalaya.  After searching through the table she finds another smaller gambeson that meets Nevil’s description in a dusky orange fabric.  As she tries it on, Vasilya’s breath catches.  “That is the one I would choose for you Cirilli.  It fits well and something about seeing you in it just seems right.  

“You do?”  Cirilli shifts her shoulders, feeling how the gambeson fits over her. “Nevil?  Atalaya?  What do you think?  I like the color, but even I know that you don’t choose armor based on its color.”

Nevil Takes a second look at Cirilli’s pick.  She walks over and checks its fit like a mother would for any garment, tugging sleeves, checking lengths, and inspecting room for growth. "Yep, if you like it, that's the one." 

Nevil strips off her drab gray gambeson and slips into the new light blue one.  She tightens the straps and checks her range of motion.  Taking it off again, "add this one to the pile as well."  Nevil hands her gray gambeson to Lydia, pointing to the seam of its right shoulder, "If you could add a buckle here for the practice sleeve, that would be wonderful."  Lydia nods, "of course."

Inman turns to Boz, "Are you going to play with the ladies?  I have my magic, what about you?"  He holds up a pink gambeson, "or are you feeling lucky?"

Boz’s eyes crinkle in laughter as he looks at the gambeson that Inman is holding up.  “I think you will look lovely in that, Inman.  It might be a little small for you though, you should ask Lydia if she has another larger one.”  His gaze turns to Cirilli and Atalaya.  “You know though, I think that some practice with the ladies would be a good thing.  There are things with a shortsword that I could practice with Cirilli, more street moves rather than the more formal swordsmanship that you all learned.  And some padding would be appreciated if I’m going to let her swing a sword at me, even a wooden sword.”

Lydia eagerly gestures to Inman and Vasilya to the next table.  “We have selections for gentlemen here.  Vasilya follows her and begins looking through the options.  He immediately is drawn to a jet black gambeson which he noted follows all the conditions that Nevil had set out for Cirilli.  Lydia sees his interest and holds it up for him.  “This is a very nice piece.  Excellent during the cooler times of the year but unless a lighter over tunic is used it will hold a lot of extra heat during the warmer summer months.  For year round use, any of these other colors here are better choices.  But of course, the choice is yours.”

Vasilya looks over the other choices, “Perhaps this one?”  He holds up a full length gambeson in a shade of green slightly darker than what Atalaya had chosen.  He also takes off his armor and tries on the gambeson, adjusting the straps to get a good fit.  “Yes, this will do.”  He removes it and hands it to Lydia.  “I’ll take this.  Please add that strap for the practice sleeve to this and to Atalaya’s.”  Looking at Atalaya he adds, “You never know, but it will be much easier to use the sleeve if the strap is present.”

Atalaya nods.  “Good idea.  Please add one to my gambeson also.”  She looks around the shop.  Do you have any practice swords for sale?”

Lydia thinks for a minute.  Not here, but if you trust me I can obtain those for you.  Are you going to want to take the gambesons with you or can I have them delivered to you?”

“If you will have these delivered to the Hond Ebrath which is docked in port, we will be appreciative,” says Vasilya.  Atalaya nods and turns to Lydia.  “So what will these cost?”

Lydia looks them over carefully and asks Nevil, “Are you still interested in some light leather armor for your water encounters?”

"Oh, most certainly.  Is Mrs. Tamora available?”  Lydia excuses herself and ducks behind a curtain leading to the rear of the shop.  In her absence Nevil turns to Atalaya, "leather is not my forte.  Your input would be most appreciated.  I'm a metal girl through and through." 

“There are different types of leather armor of course.  Since you are getting this for underwater work, I would normally suggest that the less metal on it the better.  However, Inman’s ability to remove the salt water with his magic skills allows you more choice.”  Atalaya meets Inman’s gaze, “You were able to get my armor far cleaner than I am able to do, I really appreciated that.  The armor will have a much longer life with your help if we continue in these underwater encounters.”  Turning back to Nevil, “Given that I would suggest either boiled or studded leather.  They will give you more protection than just normal light armor but should feel lighter and give you more mobility than you have in your metal armor, which will be important when we are underwater.”  

An ageless elven woman with long braided hair emerges from the curtain with Lydia in tow.  "I am Tamora," she said, beginning to make a pile of the gambesons to make some space on the counter. "I understand you are looking to get wet and need some protection."  Tamora’s hands tell tales.  Elvish elegance no doubt, softened from tanning, thick from years of craft, stained, and precise.  She too wears similarly tooled leather arm guards around her wrists, likely not for protection from blows, but support for hours of repeated forceful hand work.

"Yes, I normally wear heavy metal armor but I'm finding my work has me in the water a lot of late.  I like not getting stabbed, but I also like not sinking like a rock." Nevil can see Tamora contemplating options.  Nevil adds, "I'd welcome options that are of higher quality depending on price."

Tamora brought out several different styles of leather armor, body pieces and greaves, vambraces, and armor for her upper arm.  Some of the pieces were pieces of art with fancy tooling.  She allowed Nevil to inspect them and try on pieces looking for a good fit.  Her prices ranged from 45 gold pieces for a standard set of armor and up for the tooled pieces.  

Nevil inspected the offerings and considered the price.  She picked up a piece considering its weight.  She slipped it on, awkwardly performing mock swim strokes to test ease of motion, eliciting giggles from Cirilli.  "Laugh all you want little one, you may inherit this piece when we finish our wet work."  Cirilli begins to inspect the armor more closely. Nevil asks Atalaya, "what do you think?"

Atalaya inspects Nevil in the armor, checking fit and getting her to position her arm as if attacking looking for places where the armor might bind or rub.  Cirilli watches attentively as Atalaya looks over the armor.  Tamora also looks critically at the fit and as Atalaya is reaching to point out a place where the armor is rubbing on Nevil’s arm she shakes her head.  “I need to cut this back slightly.  You need more freedom of movement just here.  It shouldn’t rub like that.”  She steps in and repositions Nevil’s arm in a few more positions.  “That seems to be the only spot.  Easily fixed.”  She pulls out an awl and makes a few marks on the leather.  “When do you plan to set sail?”

Atalaya answers her, “We need to make a short trip inland, but we hope to set sail later tonight or at least by morning.”  

“Well this will take only a short bit of time.  I can have it ready for you and sent to your ship by …”  She taps her fingers on the table as if counting something.  “... by 4:00 this afternoon.  Is that acceptable?”

Nevil looks to Atalaya with raised brows looking for confirmation.  Please say yes! I love fresh gear.  Atalaya nods in agreement.  "Tamora you have a deal." 

Nevil takes off the marked armor and places it on the counter.  "This, the sleeve, these four gambesons all with straps to the right shoulder, and four practice swords that Lydia said she could help us with."  Tamora laughs and looks at Lydia, "Oh, you've been busy." 

Nevil turns to Atalaya as she starts to count out the funds on the counter, "Is that it?”

Atalaya looks over the pile of gear.  I’m really glad we have all those pearls.  We are going to need to exchange some of them for coin after today.  “Let’s get another trainer’s sleeve.   It just seems like a good idea to have some options, both for training Cirilli and for our own practice.”   She turns to Tamora and Lydia.  “So what is the total for all this?”

Tamora looks over the items that were chosen.  “Let’s see… 4 gambesons at 5 gold pieces each, that would be 20 gold, plus 4 shoulder straps… We will add that for … 5 silver, the trainer sleeves are 5 gold pieces each for a total of 10 gold pieces and the studded leather with alteration… but as you are getting the gambesons… 45 gold pieces.  That would be…” 

Lydia pipes up, “And the 4 training swords.  So another 8 gold pieces.”

“That’s right,” Tamora thinks for a moment.  “That’s 83 gold pieces and 5 silver.  Plus rush alterations and delivery, … 85 gold pieces.”

Atalaya looks to Nevil as the price is given and sees her agreement.  “We accept.  Delivery by 4:00 pm.  We will pay you half now and the rest on delivery.”  Atalaya reaches into her belt pouch and brings out 21 gold pieces.  “That will cover half for everything but Nevil’s armor.”  She turns to Nevil, do you have the coin on your to pay for armor now?  That would be 22 gold 5 silver right now.  Do you need me to cover that for you?”

Nevil smiles, digging out her money pouch.  “I expected to lay some gold today.  I got it.”  Nevil grins, I'm glad you think I'm good for it.  But I guess you do know where I live.”

As they count out the money Atalaya says, “That’s 43 gold and 5 silver which is slightly more than half payment.  With delivery by 4:00 pm you will receive the rest, 41 gold pieces and 5 silver pieces.  Do you agree?”
Tamora smiles, “I do indeed.  The pieces will be at your ship as soon as possible, but before 4:00.”

Atalaya smiles.  “When you come to the docks ask for Captain Ivar or the first mate, Annie on the Hond Ebrath, if we are not onboard.  We will stop by the ship and make arrangements with them so that they will be ready for you.”

As Tamora writes down the name of the ship and the captain, Atalaya turns to Lydia.  “Can you tell us where the livery is?

Lydia nods and gives them directions.  

4 gambesons (priced as padded armor) - 20 gp

4 shoulder straps - 5sp

1 studded leather - 45 gp

4 practice swords - 8 gp

2 trainers sleeves (priced as half hide armor) - 10 gp

As the group was leaving, Cirilli asks Nevil, "Am I getting a strap too?"  Nevil smiles, "you're not the only one that needs practice with live targets.  And, options are good.”

As they exit the shop the sky is full of thick black thunderclouds and the wind has picked up.  While it looks like a storm is about to be unleashed it hasn’t started yet.  Once they are in the street, Vasilya takes Atalaya’s arm and pulls her close, “I will be paying you back for that gambeson.”  Feeling Atalaya begin to tense, he tightens his hold so that she cannot pull away.  “I will be paying you back for that gambeson, and if you protest too much, I’ll be paying for yours and Cirilli’s too.”  I will be doing that anyway, at least for Cirilli.  Cirilli didn’t actually ask me for this, but she needs it and I have pledged to support her.  It shouldn’t all be on Atalaya.

Atalaya shakes her head, but relaxes her body.  “We can discuss that later.  We need to rent a wagon and then stop by the ship to tell them to expect some deliveries and to provide Ivar with the coin to pay for them.”  She looks at the sky, “The sooner we get to the livery the better.  It’s going to start raining any time now.”  

  various styles of gambesons available at Tamora’s shop.  The purple version is closest to what everyone actually bought.

 Game Notes Reference 

a covered wagon and a horse team. 20 silver to rent but must pay 5 gold collateral.

On the way to Briarwood the weather gets worse… stormier and darker the closer we get 

Atalaya sits with Vaz in the front 

We look for the small inn/tavern and ask for the mayor.  The mayor reports all is well,  the froglings have not returned and the stream has returned.  It has been mysteriously wet of late.  The road often turns to mud.  They seldom get to see the sun. 

The mayor buys a round of ale then the group heads back to Stamfort the same day.  

 The group stays on the ship for the night.