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PostPosted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 12:25 pm Post subject: New Arrival(Open) Reply with quote

Caeran bent down to check the ground. He knew he was nearing the Band; for the last few days he had seen signs of people having been there, to discrete to be made by normal people taking a stroll in the woods, just visible enough for Caeran to see them. They were made by the Band's scouts, most certainly. Suddenly he heard a rustle in a nearby bush. He slowly stood up, turned to the bush and raised his hands. If the person would attack him he was ready, the glaive on his back, two knives in his belt, two in his boots and two in his sleeves. But he would try to avoid a fight, if possible. "You can come out", he said calmly to the person inside the bush.

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PostPosted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:08 pm Post subject: Reply with quote

Rurak had been out hunting to clear his head. After his recent stint in the tavern, and a good talking to by a couple members of the band, he had given up drinking himself to sleep, though he now had the occasional drink with the rest of the men. Now he had taken up hunting. The thrill of pursuit helped calm his senses, and the single minded focus on the target helped drive all other thoughts out. The scenery helped too. The crisp smell of the fresh air, and the sounds of winds rushing through the trees brought back memories of youth. It had been far too long since his last real hunt, and he had been tracking a massive animal up and down the breadth of the land for the last few days, having gotten special leave of absence from his commanders to clear his head.

 

So focused was he on the hunt, that he didn't notice any others nearby until someone spoke up through the underbrush. "You can come out" He stopped, surprised at the sound, then mentally cursing himself for making enough noise to be heard, Rurak pushed back on through the underbrush until it opened up onto a clearing. In the middle of it, facing where he came out with his hands up was a man with a glaive strapped to his back. He stood about the same height as Rurak, and looked to know how to handle himself. Glancing around the clearing, he could see that there was no one else around, and he released the tension on his bow and stuck his arrow back into his quiver. The man had likely scared off his mark anyways, but there were always other targets, and it was more the fun of his hunt. Slinging his bow back over his shoulder Rurak spoke. " You seem an awfully long way out of your way for anyone around here, and you don't have the look of any two riversman I've ever seen, so what's your business in these parts? You can put your hands down by the way."

 

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PostPosted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:29 pm Post subject: Reply with quote

" You seem an awfully long way out of your way for anyone around here, and you don't have the look of any two riversman I've ever seen, so what's your business in these parts? You can put your hands down by the way."Caeran lowered his hands and put them into his pockets. "I am here in search for the Band of the Red Hand, and if i am not totally worn, you are one of them. And the fact that i am not a rivers man; i was born close to Whitebridge." He changed stance so that he rested on the other leg, and waited for the other man to make the next move. Be it to lead Caeran to the Citadel, fetch his superiors, anything would do as long as he could join the Band.

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PostPosted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:39 pm Post subject: Reply with quote

"I am here in search for the Band of the Red Hand, and if i am not totally worn, you are one of them. And the fact that i am not a rivers man; i was born close to Whitebridge." Rurak stood there and considered the man. He had some of the look of a recruit about him. Rurak scrubbed his hands through his hair as he thought. He could just give the man directions and continue on with his hunt. Actually he had been quite surprised that any had recognized him as a member of the band, since he was in his civilian clothes, though there was probably something to his bearing that bespoke years of military experience. Finally, Rurak decided to take the man in. His hunt was essentially over anyways, since the little conversation they had carried on would have scared off anything in a considerable area. "All right, I'll take you in to get registered and all that fun stuff. By the way, my name is Rurak, and you would be...?"

 

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PostPosted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 9:36 am Post subject: Reply with quote

OOC: FIrst of all, i want to apologize for my bad posts yesterday, i waited for almost two hours for anyone to reply, and when it finally came i wasnt allowed to play more, so i was in a bit of a rush. And secondly, it should not be "completely worn", but "completely wrong"

 

By the way, my name is Rurak, and you would be...?" "Caeran." He hesitated a bit before adding: "Jelaarin". Even if this man looked like a soldier, and they were close to the Band's camp, one could never know how darkfriends look these days. Caeran gestured with his hand as for the other man to show the way. "Lets go, shall we?" He stood there, unpatient, but there was nothing he could do but wait.

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PostPosted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 7:50 pm Post subject: Reply with quote

OOC: and I will also apologize for not getting to this. I know you don't really have any other RP's going, so sorry I didn't post on it yesterday. It was kind of hectic.

 

IC: The man seemed a bit hesitant when answering his name, but gestured to Rurak to lead the way back. Holding his pack in place with one hand, Rurak slipped his bow between the straps of the pack and his back in order to hold it in place. Rurak talked to help keep the new recruit at his ease, besides, he hadn't had anyone to talk to for the last few days except for himself.

 

"So why are you joining the band if I might ask? It seems an awfully long way to come out of your way, just to join. From the looks of your clothes, you've traveled far. What division do you plan on joining by the way, or are you not sure yet?" As they walked, Rurak actually purposefully took them on a course that opened up onto a vista where the view of the citadel was just perfect. It was still under construction granted, but it looked great.

 

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PostPosted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 11:00 am Post subject: Reply with quote

OOC: Np

 

BIC: Caeran followed and listened as Rurak lead their way to the Citadel. He explained the reason; that he had killed the people responsible for Jol's death, and that his father thus had resented him, so he had searched for the Band to make use of his skills. "And since it's the art of a scout i have learned; it's a scout i shall be." He became quite amazed by the citadel, but managed to hide it pretty well. "Magnificent, indeed", he said quietly.

 

[EDIT] I realized that you perhaps haven't read my Bio, and thus will have a hard time understanding out of what i wrote here. Here' the link: http://www.dmpsw.com/drooc/viewtopic.php?t=1569

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PostPosted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 6:00 pm Post subject: Reply with quote

Logan concentrating deeply with a thick sheen of sweat rolling down his body was going through the sword forms. Stripped to the waste, muscles rippling as he went faster and faster his longsword slowly becoming a blur in his hands. Even in the cool shade of the Citadels Logan was getting a good workout.

 

Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye he turned to see two men walk out of the woods. Finishing the form he was in Logan sheathed his sword in one smooth movement into the sheath on his back he waited for the tow of them to approach.

 

Logan

 

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PostPosted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 8:01 pm Post subject: Reply with quote

OOC: I'm terribly sorry. Spring break snuck up on me and I forgot to warn you that I would be gone.

 

IC: Pausing to look at the way the sun caught the light of the citadel, Rurak felt a pang of homesickness. Surprising since he had always been a wanderer. Apparently the Citadel and the Band had gotten into his life like nothing ever had before. Rurak gestured for Carean to follow him, and they walked the path down towards the Citadel. Rurak knew that there were many scouts out, and he had probably been spotted long since, but most of the men knew him by now, and so probably went on about their business, worrying about other more important things. Upon striding through the gates of the citadel, Rurak was assaulted with the noises of home. The creaking of leather, The resounding ring of metal on metal as swords clashed, and the thunder of hundreds of bows being used down at the range. Spinning a full circle in the middle of the street Rurak spread his arms wide. "Welcome to our humble abode. Don't mind the noise as the citadel is still under construction. Spotting a familiar new recruit out of the corner of his eye, Rurak walked Carean over to him. "It's Logan isn't it? I've got a new recruit here, and I've got to go talk to the commander really quick. Would you mind showing Carean here around and getting him signed up?" Not giving the private a chance to respond, Rurak walked off to the commander's tent to tell him that he would be returning to active duty after his break.

 

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PostPosted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 7:33 pm Post subject: Reply with quote

Caeran followed Blade through the camp, while studying the people working and training closte to where Rurak and him were walking. His thoughts were cut off though, as Rurak had walked up to another recruit and talked to him. "It's Logan isn't it? I've got a new recruit here, and I've got to go talk to the commander really quick. Would you mind showing Caeran here around and getting him signed up?", he heard him say. Without waiting for a response, Rurak hurried away, apparently having some business with the leader of the Band. Caeran glanced at the other recruit, apparently named Logan. After studying him from top to toe, he turned to the rest of the camp, perfectly happy to stay and watch until Logan would start showing him around.

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PostPosted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 2:28 pm Post subject: Reply with quote

"It's Logan isn't it? I've got a new recruit here, and I've got to go talk to the commander really quick. Would you mind showing Caeran here around and getting him signed up?", Rurak replied.

 

"Ok Caeran follow me I'll show you around". Walking to the left inside the walls Logan pointed out the training fields and towers. Walking into the business district he also pointed out future inns and taverns.

 

"What division are you joining? I am in the Officer training program with the infantry," Logan inquired.

 

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PostPosted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 7:31 pm Post subject: Reply with quote

"What division are you joining? I am in the Officer training program with the infantry,"

 

"The Scouts. I am not that good of a fighter, but i can sneak and track. Not good compared with the people in the band, probably, but not a total beginner."

 

OOC: Sorry, i cant post longer, i gotta go to bed.

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[Drea Raylin]

ooc: welcome. I think we had a bit of a meeting earlier, but I had no idea who you were! I'm sorry!

 

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Drea spent most of the morning by the training grounds. She had a meeting in the late morning to train a few scout recruits but wanted to warm up first, so she had arrived shortly after sun up. Since her confrontation with the commander, Drea had made a point to get extra work done, hers, his and anything else she happened to find laying around. As much as she hated admitting it, Mehrin was right. However much work he gave her, she was first and formost a scout Banner Captain, and her scouts needed her attention.

 

So, with a pile of paperwork on her desk to be signed and delivered by nightfall, Drea sat on the top beam of the fence and watched two recruits spar. They were young -then again so was she compared to others in the band- and definately were not ready for battle, but they had decent forms and force. One of the recruits -Caton, a tall, blonde haired lad with percing green eyes that have made Drea blush and look away to focus- attention was diverted with a sudden whistle spreading across the Citadel. Probably just something with the Ogier, definately not a sound she recognized or sounded threatening. Vance, the other recruit, a blacksmith's son from Caemlyn, struck Caton across the arm harshly with the wooden practice sword.

 

Drea jumped off the fence and stormed over to the two boys, both so tall she only came up to their chests. "No! Caton! You must pay attention at all times! Do you know how many different battle calls there are and they're a lot more frightening than that bloody whistle." She hit Caton on the chest, knowing it didn't hurt him, but the shock was there none the less. "Next time you look away like that you're head will be in a trolloc's soup pot! Then you'll really hear a whistle. Go back, get cleaned up, lunch and finish whatever work you have." She dismissed. The two ran off, but she called after them. "Don't forget the meeting after supper!" She shook her head and ran out of the muddy area.

 

"The Scouts. I am not that good of a fighter, but i can sneak and track. Not good compared with the people in the band, probably, but not a total beginner." She heard from inside the building. Her interest was caught. A new recruit wanting to join the scouts? Her division was growing as well as it had before. Maybe nothing had changed. She aproached the pair of men with a smile, at least she hoped it was a smile.

 

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but over hear. Scouts? I'm scout Banner Captain Xandrea Raylin. Is there anything I can help you with?" She didn't know the name of the man with him, but she did recognize him. Unsure as to what division he was in, she just smiled and nodded in his direction. Even if he were a scout, she was in no mood for formalities. "You may call me Drea for now. Welcome to the band."

[Caeran]

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but over hear. Scouts? I'm scout Banner Captain Xandrea Raylin. Is there anything I can help you with? You may call me Drea for now. Welcome to the band."

 

He eyed the woman, who was not much older than himself, and then bowed. Polite towards women, at least one thing he remembered. "My name is Caeran Jelaarin, and i have come to join the scouts. I'm not sure waht formalities are involved in joining the band, but if you could help me with them, i would be very thankful, Drea."

 

He fingered the sleeves of his coat, wll aware of the dirt staining his clothes on lots of different spots. He had to use lots of willpower to restrain himself of scraping away the mud that caked his left leg.

[Drea Raylin]

"My name is Caeran Jelaarin, and i have come to join the scouts. I'm not sure waht formalities are involved in joining the band, but if you could help me with them, i would be very thankful, Drea."

 

Drea nodded. She liked this part of being an officer: seeing new faces, fresh blood, worried travelors who can finally rest for a while, provide them with a place they too can someday call 'home'. There was satisfaction in that which made all other troubles seem insignificant.

 

"I was actually on my way to check on Mehrin myself. He's our Commander -but just a forwarning, he is a bit grumpy lately, so watch your manners. If you want to follow me, we should be there shortly."

[Caeran]

"That would be great. But, just to be prepared, are there any tests or anything involved with joining?"

 

He studied the woman while they were walking, her being slightly shorter than him and her hair just a tiny bit darker than his. Longer of course, also. He began to feel at ease very soon, she was nice. They chatted happily away the short time it took to get to the citadel, and Caeran decided it would not be hard to adapt to the life of a Bander.

[Quibby]

Four days... four days without a drop of alcohol... Mehrin was definitely not at his best. The previous night, he had been unable to resist the call any longer, and he quickly found himself at his favorite tavern. With a smile on his face, he ordered... and was flat-out refused. It had been the same at the next one. And the next one. And the next one. Purchasing a bottle from any of the merchants turned out the same way. The one link: all had received orders from Drea not to allow him so much as a drop. I'm either going to thank that woman or kill her, Mehrin thought as he shifted grumpily in his chair and forced his attention back to the document before him.

 

Five minutes of staring at the document brought Mehrin no further than the second sentence. I really hope that this is normal, he thought. This was not the worst of it, by far. This morning, he had woken up feeling as if his skin was covered in ants. He could see that it wasn't, but that didn't change the sensation. And then there was the hypersensitivity. He felt as if he could hear better and see better. Unfortunately, he could smell and taste things better, too. Trips through the chow line would never be the same again.

 

Steeling his resolve, Mehrin lifted the sheet of paper again and started plowing through it, only to hear a knock at the slightly ajar door. That was immediately followed by the squeaking hinges that announced someone opening the door. Absently, Mehrin wondered why he had never noticed the squeaking before. Gladly putting the paper down, Mehrin looked over his visitors. Unsurprisingly, one of the two was Drea. Since returning and being named as one of his advisors, Drea was typically pretty close to hand if Mehrin needed her. With her was a man that Mehrin had never met before... though from the smell, he had failed to miss one of the many piles of horse dung on the street.

 

"Who's this?" he asked, his voice gruffer and more angry than he had hoped for. Mehrin shook his head once and started again. "Sorry, Drea. I swear that the alcohol is going to kill me before it lets go. Anyway, how can I help you?"

[Caeran]

Caeran hesitated, unsure if the question was meant for him or Drea. At last he decided that it was meant for him, he couldn't let other people do all his work for him. He took a step forward and cleared his throat. "I'm here to join the Band, Commander." He wasn't sure waht title to use, but since the man apparently was a commander, that seemed pretty logical.

[Drea Raylin]

Drea opened her mouth to speak but shut it before she made a fool of herself and Mehrin infront of the new recruit. She needed to remain calm, and in control. Mehrin had obviously made a change and was struggling with the repercussions. She wasn't about to complain, or drive him away from her goal. Everything was going exactly how it should, she just needed to keep her mouth shut, and let the human body take its course.

 

She looked at Cearan when he stepped forward and spoke up. Who did he think he was, interrupting his Banner Captian like that? Bloody recruits, she took a mental note to remind him of rank later. She gave him a sarcastic smile and bit her tongue. If Mehrin weren't in the room she'd set him straight then and there, regardless of her size compared to his.

 

Putting her insignificant- and regretably immature- irritations aside, Drea spoke up with complete coolness. After all, he was new to this. No need getting worked up over something so small.

 

"I over heard him talking to a Private on the training grounds and offered to take him here. Afterall, you're in chage and know what to do with them all." Okay, so the last part was a bit cocky. It slipped.

[Quibby]

"I'm here to join the Band, Commander," the man said suddenly. Mehrin's eyes shifted from Drea to the man, somewhat startled at his boldness. He was sure that Drea would take care of that little mess as soon as it was all said and done. Almost as soon as the words had left his mouth, Drea piped up, "I over heard him talking to a Private on the training grounds and offered to take him here. Afterall, you're in chage and know what to do with them all."

 

Shaking his head, Mehrin muttered, "I swear your driving me as hard toward the bottle as you are pulling me away from it." His voice carried some of the amusement that he felt. Did she have to bring up that conversation every time they talked? That wasn't important at the moment. Shifting his eyes back to the new recruit, Mehrin said, "I see. Well then, recruit, your first and only standing order is to never address me as 'commander,' 'sir,' or any other rank or title. My name is Mehrin. Mehrin Deathwatch if you feel the need to use my surname." Taking a deep breath, Mehrin modulated the anger out of his tone. He wouldn't apologize for it if it would work. "Okay, so let's start with the basics. What's your name, and what division are you interested in?"

[Caeran]

Caeran noticed the exchange of looks between the other two, but was unsure of what it meant, although he had his suspicions, of course. He spoke up once again, this time sure it was he who should speak. "My name is Caeran Jelaarin, and i am to join the scouts. Or, i was planning too." This was getting annoying, to explain everything once again for every person he met. Couldn't they just have him to write down his name and other facts on a piece of paper?

[Quibby]

After hearing the man's name and interest in the scouts, Mehrin stopped listening and made a closer examination of the man. He stood about two inches shorter than himself and was far more slim in build, though Mehrin would not call the man scrawny. Something about the way that Caeran carried himself spoke of some sort of nobility; Mehrin didn't like nobles in the Band. His experience with them had always been a bunch of whiny good-for-nothings who would complain about everything that came with a soldier's life, from the food to the close living conditions. Dispite his misgivings, Mehrin was more than willing to let the man have a chance. Though he'd better learn to control that temper of his, Mehrin thought, ignoring the laughter at the back of his head at the thought. He had a good excuse.

 

"So, another scout, eh? You'll be in decent company, then," Mehrin muttered after a few minutes of silence, still analyzing the man to the best of his abilities. A shift of the man's arm revealed a slight disfiguration in his sleeve. With a smile, Mehrin spoke again. "You have the look of a noble, though a minor one, Caeran. You may have seen some fighting, and the knives in that sleeve, coupled with the ones on your belt and the bandolier on your back attest to the fact that you are at least armed."

 

Sitting back, Mehrin added, "What useful skills, however rudimentary, would you bring to the Band?"

[Caeran]

With a jerk of his hands, two knives appeared in is hands. He leaned fowrward with a body language that clearly showed he wasn't going to attack the commander of the band. Or that he was too good to show it. He put the knifes carefully on the desk, however, and leaned back to his normal position. "My mentor had been a scout in the Andorian army. We went out quite much, and trained alot, not just sword fighting, everyday. Not all nobles sit at home reading all day."

He gave a sarcastic bow at the mans obvious disliking for nobles.

[Drea Raylin]

Drea took a step back at the appearance of the knives. Show weapons to the Commander? Light, was this man trying to get himself killed? Drea recalled a time when she threatened Cabroci and stiffled a giggle.

 

She leaned over to Cearan, speaking quietly, but trying not to show her amusement. "Um, you might want to put those away before he makes you swallow them."

 

Cearan looked at Drea, shocked? Perhaps. But she winked and showed a small scar on the corner of her lips, nodding slightly toward her Commander.

[Quibby]

Mehrin's unconcerned look hardly changed when the man drew the knives from his sleeves. The only discernable difference was in his eyes: they went from half-hooded and bored to half-hooded and hard. He made no effort to conceal his motions as he reached under his desk and drew the knife that he kept there for such occasions. It never hurt to be prepared.

 

The man set the knives on the desk. Drea leaned towards the man and muttered something that Mehrin couldn't hear, and punctuated it with a wink and a grin. For the first time, Mehrin noticed a scar on the corner of her mouth. Apparently whatever she had said had done something to the man from the way he was staring. Mehrin couldn't see his face well enough to identify the emotion. It didn't matter. Seizing hold of the two knives, Mehrin balanced them in his hands and examined them. They were a bit worn, but they were decent. Throwing knives weren't one of Mehrin's strong points, though he could hurl his belt knife pretty well. Sparing the new recruit a level stare, Mehrin hurled the two knives at his office door. One stuck fast in the hard wood, the bounced off its pommel and landed on the floor with a clatter.

 

Maintaining a level voice, Mehrin said, "For future reference, never draw weapons before a superior officer unless he is training you or unless you've been ordered to do so." Mehrin fixed his gaze on Caeran again. "Many of us higher-ranking officers have seen a lot, and we become paranoid because of it."

 

OOC: Sorry about that misunderstanding. Neither Drea nor myself noticed it until you pointed it out to us. I edited this post to accomodate for that error; Drea's is still functional, albeit in a different way. I'm going to delete the post informing us of that in order to keep the thread in character as much as possible.

[Caeran]

OOC: No problem.

 

BIC: Caeran bowed yet another time while he said: "Heard and understood, Mehrin." Caeran glanced at Drea again. The wound that made the scar must have hurt some when it was new, even though the woman probably was used to pain. He looked over at Mehrin. "Sorry for that. it was just to show that i do not mean any harm. Now that that is finished, shall we go on?" He made a movement to go get the knives once more, but changed his mind. It could be taken as a hostile action, and that was not what he wanted to do, so he stood put and waited.

[Quibby]

With a humorless smirk, Mehrin replied, "Duly noted, but you would be wise to show your good intentions in the future by not drawing steel." Unconsiously, Mehrin noted a slight pounding in his head. Another headache was coming on. Sparing Drea a look that shouted his lack of enthusiasm for his new life, Mehrin continued. "The scouts are typically either former farmers or criminals. They take some of the greatest risks in the Band, as they are almost always deployed."

 

Taking his hand out from underneath his desk, Mehrin dropped the knife that he'd drawn on the desktop, the heavy weapon bouncing heavily as it hit the worn wood. "Being aware of what is going on at all times is a vital skill. Without it, you will die. The scouts gather strategic information, such as troop numbers, camp layouts, and location. Your information will either save lives or cost lives."

 

Fixing Caeran with a hard gaze, Mehrin asked, "Do you think that you can handle that pressure?"

[Caeran]

Caeran matched Mehrins stare with one of his own, not as hard but certainly calm, and definitively not afraid. "Well, that's what i am here to find out, isn't it?"

 

Was Mehrin trying to scare him away from the Band? No, something in his voice showed that it was not a scare-off attempt, just the simple truth, and a simple question. Well, his answer could due both ways.

[Quibby]

Mehrin gave the man a cryptic smile at his answer. "Yes, indeed it is," he muttered. Plucking the knife off the desk, Mehrin slid it back into its sheath under his desk. Then, shifting a pile of papers aside, he uncovered a black-bound leather book with the Band's insigia imprinted on the cover. It was smaller than the one that was used in the recruiting office, but it served the same purpose. Sliding it across the table, Mehrin set a pen and a bottle of ink on top of it. "Well, then. If you think that you can do the job, sign the book. Before you do, though, remember this: once you sign that book, your old life no longer exists. You are no longer a noble, you can no longer make your own choices."

 

Mehrin reached across the desk and opened the book to the first page with a blank line available. "Sign your life away," Mehrin said.

[Drea Raylin]

Drea watched the two men before her and wondered when her expression became one of evil. Taking excitement in watching this young man -though he was not much younger than herself- squirm and Merhin jump as every possible yet unlikely threat was not normally her. No, that was not true, it was the old her. Drea shrugged to herself, no problem letting a little bit of her old persona slip through the cracks. Besides, she hasn't yet perfected her new self, and was therefore more probable to- ahh bloody hell, Drea, stop analyzing everything and just pay attention.

 

Mehrin reached across the desk and opened the book to the first page with a blank line available. "Sign your life away,"

 

She opened her mouth to object at his comment, but closed it soon after, deciding not to contradict Mehrin. Afterall, he was correct. Caeran's life now belonged to her instead. Again with the evil smile. What is up with you lately? She watched as the young man bent over and signed the book.

 

Now it's time. "Shall I show him to his barracks, Mehrin, or will the two of you be sharing a celebratory drink?"

[Caeran]

Caeran was only on his way to the book when Mehrin made his strange comment, but hesitated a bit when he heard it. "Sign your life away" did not sound too good, but his choice was already made and so he dipped the pen in the ink, scraped the superfluous ink of the pen and determinedly started to write. The thin, ornate letters came defintively from him being a noble, yet they were plain and simple compared to many other nobles he knew- or had knewn, if he was to trust Mehrin. He straightened again in time to hear Drea asking "Shall I show him to his barracks, Mehrin, or will the two of you be sharing a celebratory drink?". He turned to her and answered, with more than a little sarcasm, "Since i'm just a poor scout with no mind of my own, that, i guess, is up to Mehrin to decide."

[Drea Raylin]

Drea smiled at Caeran's comment. He was learning already. She resisted the urge to pat him on the head and treat him like the puppy she had when she was younger. Without letting Mehrin jump at the chance to have a drink -even if it were with an ex noble.

 

"On second thought, Caeran. Lets show you to where you'll be staying. I'll introduce you to other scouts and we'll get you set up and perhaps even start training." She smiled at Mehrin and winked as she turned to leave his office. "Remember one thing for now, before I add on, Caeran. You can always find training here, despite the weapon or skill. All you have to do is ask someone."

[Caeran]

"Right." The comment seemed quite unnecessary, and if it was necessary, too short, but it was the best he could come up with. Someone else could do the smart comments this time.

 

Drea started making her way towards the barracks, Caeran followed and felt relieved that it would soon be over, and that all had went smooth, or, well, almost all.