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>SELECTED: You need to know what you’re dealing with. Most Houses seem ignorant of the struggle, or at least they far underestimate its scope. Emile has contacts within the Ordo Reginate, ironic given their pursuit of you. Touching base with them and convincing Mother to reach out to her own contacts and turn her attention to the nature of the game being played may be prudent. Asking questions may draw attention, but attention in and of itself is unlikely to directly threaten House Andrei. [Hearty
<span class="mu-s">Fenegan, 13th Day of Bacrimun, 883 A.C.E, Midday – Offshore of the Langlish coast</span>
Two months. It has been two months to the day since you set sail from Port Bounty to complete the last leg of your pilgrimage. It feels like years…
You snap out of your musings and dodge to the side, avoiding the thrust of Mikail’s dulled blade. You grunt, leaning into the attack with a series of blows. He manages to fend you off, barely. Several sailors at ease on the deck applaud but most go about their own business, these little daily sparring sessions were entertaining at first, but after months at sea these martial displays have lost much of their novelty to the grizzled Langlish crew. Turning your attention back to your squire, you notice that his mop of black hair has come free of the his flattop helm. The sweat causes it to remain plastered across the left side of his face but, to the lad’s credit, he doesn’t let that distract him.
You’ve long stopped viewing the lowborn peasant boy from Andryski as unwanted baggage, instead settling more comfortably into your roles as master and apprentice. While you had long considered the boy to be a hard worker, if a little dull, now you can honestly say you see the young lad’s potential. He’s no Roiguard material, not by any stretch, but at some point in his training that lofty station has become less a wishful pipedream and more a goal to work towards.
Father Towbray has been helping the boy with his letters, but progress has been slow and there’s not a lot of new reading material to be had on a ship at sea. Even less opportunity to practice his courtly manners, although to be fair his hiccups at previous societal events fell short of being described as outright social disasters.
All that leaves is cleaning armour and sparring, and you have made it your personal mission to ensure that he’s been doing a lot of both every day.
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