Hal
Soldier
Wings of Courage
I've got 99 problems and Elesia caused every one.
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Profile: Hal Kailas
OoC Alias: Kenshin
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Post by Hal on Jul 28, 2012 8:02:23 GMT -6
The idea was tossed around in the Cbox for a little bit and it seemed like people were interested in it. I'm going to start a 'What If...' series, depending how well this topic does there could be more to come. Today's question is: What if all of Elibe had put aside their differences for one evening and gathered for one large banquet? Here's the rules for this topic; - Any player character is invited. Past or present, dead or alive no matter what their current location in the RP. This is an alt WotW universe that doesn't follow the current timeline.
- You cannot use NPC, this is a PC 'meet and greet' deal. They will be at the dinner but they'll be stuck at the NPC tables.
- If you use a character that is from the past or has died they only have memory up to the point you stopped using them.
The next post will be the official start of the Banquet. Also just to verify, this is non-canon to the RP.
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Hal
Soldier
Wings of Courage
I've got 99 problems and Elesia caused every one.
Posts: 215
Bern Fame: 1
Lycia Fame: 1
Affinity: Light
Profile: Hal Kailas
OoC Alias: Kenshin
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Post by Hal on Jul 28, 2012 8:22:58 GMT -6
Everybody in the land of Elibe had woken to a mysterious invitation in their hand on the same morning, it read "People of Elibe, we have gathered the finest chefs from all of the land to prepare the finest meal anybody has ever had. There's going to be a lot of everything from every country. It will take place two weeks from now on the location on the map printed on the back." People were clearly skeptical of the invitation and others were interested, why pass up a free meal? People had flocked towards the marked location by the dozens, people who claimed only to be going to scope out the spot were astonished by the amount of other travelers making their way there as well.
Once arriving you see a castle of gold that seemed like it was slightly larger than Bern's, how can something so little hold so many people was the common thought. Once entering the front door it had felt like you passed through an invisible portal. The hallway lead to a doorway with a man and podium in front of it, behind him was a room that looked like it was the size of the plains of Sacae lined with a sea of large tables. Approaching the podium you could see a small army of ushers standing by, then a man standing behind a window with a dark room behind him.
"Welcome, would you please see the man to my right. He will take hold onto your belongings while you dine, do to the large crowd we're wanting to limit the amount of space taken in the dining hall. Once you do that one of these fine gentlemen will escort you to your table. Don't worry, your belonging will be in fine hands."
As you turn in your stuff an usher escorts you to a table. You notice along the way there's a statue of a person in armor holding a great sword in their right hand and a shield in their left every 10 feet. As you arrive to the table you notice it's marked WotW, the usher informs you that you're able to pick what ever chair you'd wish to sit at. After sitting down you hear the man at the podium's voice echo across the great hall informing you dinner will be served shortly once more guest have arrived.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jul 28, 2012 17:05:18 GMT -6
Clair stepped forward, suitably wowed by the nature of the place. The golden palace to start with. The giant room inside. All those golden statues lining the sides. The place's gaudiness was only matched by the magical nature of it. That set off quite a few alarms in the Falcoknight's head. Magic in general was something Clair generally tried to avoid. Spells of searing fire and crushing blackness topped the list of her magical suspicions, but even the benign sort was viewed with a wary variety of gratefulness. With this attitude, she would have never expected herself to have even shown up here, but it was the possibility that this banquet represented which had drawn her here. The chance that maybe somehow, all the peoples in the land could learn to get along, even if it was only for one meal. And if such a thing was possible, then she would be a part of it, as sure as snow crowned the mountains around Arphen.
Once she'd decided this, she'd burnished her armor up to its brightest, and taken off. Her lance she'd left behind, rammed into the ground at the camp. It would be guarded, along with any other large valuable possessions she had. She'd also left the Thunderlance primed. She could almost pity any who tried to steal the weapon in her absence. The weapon was not gentle on those who had not mastered the weapon. She'd considered taking her armor off as well, but it was practically a uniform, and she wanted to let the world know that Ilians were plenty capable of maintaining a peaceful situation. Perhaps a bit of professional paranoid was also involved in her decision to keep her armor.
As she'd been shown in and handed over her plain iron sword, she'd moved towards the corners of the collection of tables. She'd not moved to the end, but she did look for a table with space on near the end. Already people were filling the hall, but there were yet more still outside. So many. She settled in her seat, forcing down a wave of discomfort at the newness the experience presented, and wondered who she would have a chance to meet today.
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Claire Labelle
Mercenary
It's my moral obligation to help those in need
Posts: 42
Affinity: Light
Profile: Claire
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Claire Labelle on Jul 29, 2012 7:28:57 GMT -6
A banquet where the entire world was invited? Maybe she'd find somebody who saw Christophe or even better yet find Christophe himself! She couldn't go in this, what she thought, ratty looking dress. She found the prettiest little gown in her sized and packed it into her bag along with matching dress shoes. Once Claire had arrived she was lucky enough to find there was a stable keeper to take Ciel for her, entering she had asked where the ladies room was and the man at the podium had pointed it out to her. She wasted no time changing into her gown and brushed her hair to ensure it looked nice. She had wished she had more time to get ready or didn't have to ride in on her own so she could pretty for her possible reunion with her brother.
She turned in her bag and followed the usher to the table marked WotW, she wondered what it stood for but didn't want to ask. Luckily she wasn't the first guest to be seated at the table, there was a blonde lady wearing armor. Not wanting to sit by herself at this almost empty table she picked the seat across from her and sat down. "This place is a whole lot more spacey on the inside." Claire had watched as the ushers passed by their table with many guest, nobody else had joined their table yet. "I'm glad I wasn't the first one here, I'd hate to sit alone. My name is Claire Labelle, nice to meet you." Claire gave the lady a warm smile as she extended her hand to shake it.
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Sammi
Archer
Love People Not Things, Use Things Not People
Posts: 23
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Post by Sammi on Jul 29, 2012 13:41:12 GMT -6
Upon receiving her invitation, Sammi was greatly excited. She had never been to a banquet before, especially one where all of Elibe was welcome. The store in the town she was currently in sold many dresses of various colors, and she picked one that was bright yellow. She also picked up a pair of matching shoes and a matching ribbon for her hair. Quickly paying for it, she made her way into the nearby inn to change. Stuffing her uniform into the bag, she changed into the dress and shoes, and pulled her blond hair into a ponytail and tied it of with a ribbon. Pleased with her appearance, she left the inn to find the castle that was hosting the banquet.
The elegant gold castle was like nothing she had ever seen before, which wasn't saying much. Sammi was used to traveling around Elibe, but this was magnificent. When she entered she realized it was bigger on the inside then it appeared on the outside, which added to the overall elegance of the place. One of the the men took hold of her belongings, which consisted of her bag with her uniform, boots and arrows. Since she traveled so much, she didn't have a place to store her weapons. She hoped they wouldn't think of it as a threat that she brought her weapons. If Elibe could get along once, even if for one dinner, she didn't wanna be the one to mess it up. One of the ushers escorted her to the table labeled WotW. She noticed two other people were already seated. She took a seat next to the girl that was her closer to her age. Her name was Claire Labelle- she heard her greet the women across from them. She introduced herself to them.
"Hello. My name is Sammi Harkinian. Nice to meet you."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jul 29, 2012 15:21:03 GMT -6
The blond haired falcoknight looked over to the person joining her as time flitted by. It was a young woman. Grey eyes framed by soft brunette locks smiled back at her, as the young woman made a greeting. Claire, she called herself. The Ilian's mouth opened in amusement and then turned to a smile of her own as reached out and took the young woman's hand. She managed to modulate her hand from a firm grip to a soft squeeze as she replied back in friendliness.
"Ah! Well, it's nice to meet you, Claire Labelle.... My name is Clair Feldsky." The Ilian Commander chuckled, wondering about her response as she made it. This was the first person she'd found to share her name, and it promised plenty of potential confusion. Of course, she could go by her full name to alleviate some of the mess, but it was such a mouthful next to "Clair", and it made her feel self conscious.
It wasn't long before they were joined by yet another young girl, who introduced herself as Sammi. Both of the others were dressed in beautiful dresses. Materials far more fitting to the current setting. Clair was starting to feel like a fish in the sky because she hadn't dressed to match, but she was avoiding feeling uncomfortable for it quite easily at the same time.
She purposely kept up a positive expression, and it wasn't hard. She had no idea where these two were from, or the many other guests, but it didn't matter here. Seeing everything working in unison was engaging on its own, so there wasn't much danger of becoming bored with things, despite a few of her minor concerns earlier.
"Hello Sammi. I'm Clair." Clair turned back ... Claire (that was still making her grin lightly) and continued. "And I'm glad I'm not sitting alone too. I didn't come here just to be served feast on their golden platters, after all." Clair's grin changed, taking on a conspiritorial, mischevious, or perhaps secretive air about it. While more people passed by, she marveled at how she was relaxing into the setting. She'd not had the chance to relax so far before today. Not for the last three years, at least. She enjoyed it, but still, a part of her remained alert and wary. Too much practice being the soldier to drop the routine all together. Even for the banquet.
"And how did you two enjoy your journeys here? It was safe enough, I hope. Anyone who would try to prey on these feast goers is would get on the fast track to a hunting party and harsh punishment, or so I expect." Clair was making sure to try to avoid offending anyone, and speaking her clearest. It The second came easier, but the first would occasionally take a moment or two to consider.
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Claire Labelle
Mercenary
It's my moral obligation to help those in need
Posts: 42
Affinity: Light
Profile: Claire
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Claire Labelle on Jul 30, 2012 13:16:48 GMT -6
Claire had pondered on the other Clair's question and statement. "It went smoothly for me, Ciel made the trip a lot easier on me and quicker. I do hope they take good care of him in the stables." Clair's armor seemed to gleam in the light, it was so pretty looking Claire had wish her armor looked half way as good as hers did. "If somebody did attempt to pray on the people attending here I'd take pursuit and made sure they were brought to justice." She had wanted to ask Clair if there was a reason she was in armor, was she apart of an armory or just a mercenary? Either way she may have heard what happened to any survivors from Ostia that could lead her to Christophe, but that could wait for the time being. It would be plain rude to ask her a question like that upon meeting her.
She turned to Sammi and smiled to her "That's a pretty dress, it looks good on you.' Like the other Clair she had no experience with being around another who shared the same name, she knew it would quickly become confusing for her at least. "If you want you can call me Labelle, so it's less confusing."
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Morgoth Animus
Shaman
DEAD
"Save the world? You know not what you say."
Posts: 155
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Post by Morgoth Animus on Jul 30, 2012 16:44:29 GMT -6
Morgoth fiddled with the invite he held in his hand. He was next in line to give up his belongings. When he found the invite he was unsure to make of it. Surely it is a joke, he had thought. Might as well as go. So now he was here, wearing his black cloak-jacket, eye's once again burning with intensity. In a giant golden castle.
Morgoth moved aside his jacket and unfacened his Flux tome from his left leg. He put the tome in his bag, and then placed his Luna there to. "Here you go, that is all I have." He then was allowed to enter the dinning hall.
Whoa, this is huge, Morgoth thought as he entered the dining hall. It must be magic. I would be interested in learning how this works. He looked around, hoping to find someone he knew. Which is how he found Clair. I don't really know her though, he thought. But I don't see anyone else I might know, so...
"Hello Clair," Morgoth said with his soft, hollow voice. "I haven't seen you in a while." He sat next to her and looked at the other two. "Oh, I'm Morgoth Animus. Pleasure to meet you two." He didn't offer a hand.
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Marcus
Manakete
Dragon Reborn
Hell and back is a long way to go, but my journey's only begun.
Posts: 176
Profession: Wanderer
Affinity: Dark
Dragon Element: Lightning
Profile: Marcus
OoC Alias: Marc
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Post by Marcus on Jul 31, 2012 23:02:41 GMT -6
Marcus had found it strange that he had received an invitation to anything. It's not like he knew anybody important enough to be throwing a banquet. In fact, he hardly knew anyone at all. Yet the invitation had showed up anyways, delivered by a courier in some sort of foppish attire who had handed him the slip of paper, then dashed off without so much as a word. Yet, despite the strange manner of delivery and the fact that he couldn't figure out why he'd been invited, Marcus found it in his best interest to attend. He was curious to find out who his host would be, as well as who else had been invited.
When the date had arrived, he had donned the finest clothes and his possession and committed the map on the invitation to memory. He had decided that he should show up in dragon form, as a way of telling his host that he was not to be trifled with. Besides, it was much quicker than walking or taking a carriage, and he did not want to be late. The flight didn't take him long, especially with the map he had been provided. He could have sworn he had seen a familiar Pegasus in the distance, but had disregarded it as a strange cloud formation. Before long, the castle appeared in the distance and Marcus had to admit, he was impressed. Circling it once to make himself known, he landed at the gates and returned to his human form.After handing over his bone dagger, Marcus had been shown to the banquet hall, where a familiar face appeared.
"Clair! What a surprise to see you here!"
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Sammi
Archer
Love People Not Things, Use Things Not People
Posts: 23
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Post by Sammi on Aug 1, 2012 7:50:19 GMT -6
Sammi smiled as the other women introduced herself. Two people with the same name would probably present confusion. The last thing she wanted was to offend anyone at the banquet. The were probably going to be few people that she knew, but that didn't bother her. She rarely stayed in one place long enough for her to really get to know anyone.
"Yes I did enjoy the trip here. I didn't run into any problems and I can't say that I have run into any pursuers", Sammi said with a smile. She turned to the Claire sitting next to her as she complemented her dress.
"Thanks... Labelle," she said with a grin. "I like yours too." Clair Feldsky across from her was wearing armor, which led Sammi to believe she was a member of an army or such.
It wasn't long before the three were joined by a man. He appeared to know Clair Feldsky. He acknowledged Sammi and Claire Labelle announcing his name was Morgoth.
Sammi politely nodded in his direction. "Hello, Morgoth. My name is Sammi. Nice meeting you", she said. Shortly after, another man joined the group. He also knew Clair Feldsky. Sammi started to feel awkward again because these were all new people to her. Turned to the man and introduced herself.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Aug 2, 2012 23:23:00 GMT -6
The Falcoknight smiled at Claire's response to her question. It was so like her own would have been. If someone wanted to turn bandit, they'd all just have to go out and shut down the operation. No bandits, no problem.
"I like thinking like that." Clair would have offered a toast, if they'd had anything to drink yet, but the time for that would come, she was sure.
Letting the conversation pass by around her for a few minutes, she turned her attention to what was around her again. Still! People continued streaming in. The crowds outside had been incredible, but the Ilian had trouble making herself believe what she was seeing as truth.
Clair turned sharply as someone greeted her, and saw a dark robed man with black hair taking a seat next to her. Those eyes of his were like pits, empty and wanting to be filled. There were no forgetting those, so she did remember seeing him a fair amount nearly three years before, on the way to Ostia.... It had been too long for a simple casual greeting in her opinion though. He'd made her uncomfortable then. She didn't carry the same fear of dark magic that she'd had then though. Now it was closer to a general distrust of all magic. She nodded in greeting, thankful that he reintroduced himself to the others. Her attention was snatched away again though by a well dressed dragon.
"Oh, Marcus.... Hello." She did her best to smile as she brushed a strand of hair back over one ear, but she was feeling a bit harried by being recognized by so many. It wasn't a bad harried. Merely unexpected. She rather liked being well known, if she was honest with herself. She was most of the time.
"You know, you should wear things like that more often. It's nice to see you in something other than those robes you've favored in the past." He looked positively pretty pleased with himself. She didn't know whether he was playing things quiet or not though, so she wasn't going to spill the beans on him.
"Let me make some introductions. Everyone, this is Marcus. He's traveled with me for quite awhile, and is a good friend of mine." She looked back to Marcus before pointing out the others and their names.
"Marcus, these are Morgoth, and Sammi, and that's Claire Labelle." The Falcoknight grinned up at the human form dragon from her seat.
"We're calling her Labelle for the evening." The why should be obvious to him.
"I'm interested in who would hold a banquet like this. I don't have any idea who could manage this. Let alone who would think to do it. Last I looked, Elibe wasn't exactly a garden of universal good will." She said this with the intent of provoking some form of conversation on the subject. Maybe others would have thoughts to share.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Aug 4, 2012 15:58:20 GMT -6
Derick shifted nervously as he stood in line before the guards. He had recognized none of the other guests who had already passed by the guards, what was he doing here? He fingered the invitation nervously and tried to avoid staring at all the decor, which was his first inclination. "Next!" The guard's tone was cordial and inviting, nothing like any soldiers Derick had encountered before. Derick received the same polite instructions as all of the guests before him. "S-sure thing..." Derick would usually be suspicious of such a ploy, but he handed over his lances and the unusable slim sword without question.
He walked down the long hall to the banquet room, following the finely dressed usher who adjusted his pace so that Derick could walk at his own pace. Derick, normally a brisk walker, took his time, his mouth was slightly agape and his eyes sparkled with wonder at the finely wrought armor, the sparkling marble floors, and the gold theme throught the banquet room. His eyes lit up further as he spotted a familiar face at the first table. "Commander! Hi!" Derick gave Clair the half-hearted salute he habitually gave since forgetting how to actually salute; his index and middle fingers came to together and he tapped them to his forehead, but in a cock-eyed way that he quickly dropped. Derick's grin diminished slightly as he realized their table was pretty full...probably best to move on.
"Nice seeing you!" Derick tipped her another salute and a lopsided grin before moving past their table. He swallowed a lump in his throat as he approached the empty table next to theirs. Surely other guests are coming...right? He sat down in the chair, finding it surprisingly comfortable, and set about adjusting his armor to look busy.
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Claire Labelle
Mercenary
It's my moral obligation to help those in need
Posts: 42
Affinity: Light
Profile: Claire
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Claire Labelle on Aug 9, 2012 17:12:32 GMT -6
People had kept pouring in the front gate, a few more had joined their table while most walked by. With each new guest greeting Clair as they sat down. Each time she had thought to herself that she doesn't know them and responded, and each time it dawned on her it was the other Clair they spoke to. Other than Sammi everybody at the table had seemed to be seasoned travelers, she had wished she had the same experiences as them, and more so envious that the other Clair had seemed to know them. They seemed like they've been around... Maybe one of them would know something about Ostia and possible lead her to finding her brother, but just out right asking would rude. She would also feel dumb for blurting it out and being wrong.
"Hello everybody, how about we get to know each other while we wait on the food to be served. I'll start off, like Clair" she had stopped to giggle for half a second "Had pointed out I'm Claire Labelle, I'm from Caelin, I have an older brother whom I haven't seen or heard from for a bit. I've lived in the same village my whole life... uhmmmmm...." Claire wasn't exactly the best when it came to creating a conversation with strangers, most people she talked to she knew since she was little. "Sooooo.... who's next?" She then gave everybody the same smile she had melted the hearts of the boys in her town.
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Morgoth Animus
Shaman
DEAD
"Save the world? You know not what you say."
Posts: 155
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Post by Morgoth Animus on Aug 10, 2012 10:03:28 GMT -6
Morgoth was already bored. Why am I here again? He looked around the room. This room is truely amazing I suppose. A man walked by, saying hi to Clair. Hmm, I don't know him. Must of joined after I left. He turned back to the table as the other Claire began to talk, introducing herself. She giggled, gave a silly grin. People, Morgoth thought.
"I'm Morgoth Animus," Morgoth said, looking at no one in particular. "I'm from a lost village in Sacae. Lost meaning dead. I'm a traveller, an Elder Mage. I also tend to do as I please, don't particular like people. Very interested in magic." He sighed, getting a far look in his eyes. He seemed to be brooding over something, perhaps his past. Why am I here again?
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Aug 10, 2012 16:38:30 GMT -6
"Derick! Hi." The falcoknight's eyebrows shot up in surprise. The last time she'd seen Derick, it was after fleeing an Etrurian city. Pursuit had been close in coming, and she'd sent him and the others off on a direct route while she'd gone to retrieve her pegasus, and gear. They hadn't been able to join up again at the rendezvous, and she'd spent more than a few sleepless nights wondering if she'd somehow sent them to their graves. Seeing him here was... surprisingly relieving, but it also made her want to know what had happened. She'd have to corner him before the night was out.
Clair was pulled back to the moment as Labelle suggested they share a little bit about themselves. She smiled as she saw the other girl's initiative. It was a good idea, but to her surprise she felt a bit reluctant to do so. It was nice to just sit down and relax, and sharing that she was an officer in an army might be enough to dislodge the friendly openness she had with Labelle. Realizing that she was afraid to lose her new friend had a sharpening effect on her will though. She was a soldier, and she wasn't going to hide from it. What remained to be seen was what else she was.
Labelle was from Caelin? The Ilian thought she remembered seeing that marked down in Lycia somewhere, but wasn't certain. It had been a long while since she'd looked over a detailed map of Lycia in anything resembling actual study. That was about the most that she had the right context for that Claire gave, although it was interesting to note she'd not moved around. Maybe the family liked it there. Maybe they were well off, and hadn't wanted to move, even if they could. The falcoknight didn't know enough about Lycia to guess, but it could make for a follow up later.
Morgoth spoke up next. An elder mage, and a traveler. She'd known that since he'd joined up with Richter's branch of the then Etrurian Army. Knowing him didn't actually help to quell the distrust of magic she carried around with her now. She kept it in check though. It wasn't required for her to act on it. There was something innately wrong about how a magic user could cut down warriors who trained their whole lives before they could even strike a blow in battle. She would use it, but she didn't enjoy hostile magic. And, dark magic was the worst of all the kinds. As that mentality was running through her mind, she almost missed the grain of new information he gave. He'd come from Sacae? And his town was dead. She hadn't remembered that from before. It seemed kind of sad, and she briefly wondered what had caused it before speaking up for herself.
"My name is Clair Feldsky. I grew up in Arphen Ilia, and trained as a pegasus knight from a young age. A few years ago, I joined an army commanded by Richter Abend, and became his Deputy Commander...." She smiled, the barest hint of self consciousness slipping through. She was proud of all they'd done and achieved, but actually telling people who didn't know about it felt strange. They'd either recognize the name, or they wouldn't, and she was honestly fine with either at this point.
"We've been around enough to have done some things." The smile changed to a grin constructed of one part pride, one part confidence, and all parts memories.
"I've never been to Caelin though. That's in Lycia, isn't it?" The young blond haired soldier stopped speaking of herself, and made conversation towards Labelle. "Would you tell me a little about your home, Claire?"
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