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<span class="mu-i">“I learnt so much my head is dizzy, but I won’t forget none of what you told me. I won’t never forget your kindness neither, Sir von Rhum.”</span> Mikail of Andryski is buzzing with energy, between mouthfuls of the local delicacies. That boy can really shovel things away. Finishing his meal in some sort of record, he offers a bashful look at the Trident knight. <span class="mu-i">“But I’d like to continue squiring for milord Sir Andrei, ifn' you don’t mind.”</span>
You and Sir von Rhum look at Mikail a moment, then at each other, before the both of you burst into fits of unrestrained laughter.
<span class="mu-i">“Sorry, milords. I weren’t jesting. Sir Andrei needs a squire for his pilgrimaging business.”</span> Mikail frowns, completely misreading your reactions. Nonetheless he stubbornly rallies in the face of the combined merriment of his superiors. <span class="mu-i">“ ‘Sides, Da would tan me hide if I let the Lord’s son run off to foreign deserts and whatnot all alone.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Stop, I beg! Yield!”</span> You cry, clutching your ribs. It takes a minute, but eventually you recover your composure. <span class="mu-i">“Hahahaha! Ahhh… what say you, sir? Can you afford to part with your newfound protégé?”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Oh, well. Hmph. <span class="mu-s">Highly</span> unusual.”</span> Sir von Rhum guffaws in between his attempts at putting a serious face on. <span class="mu-i">“Can’t say I’ve ever been turned down by a prospective squire before. But I suppose, if you really can’t do without him...”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Don’t say like that, it will go straight to the lad’s head.”</span> You rolls your eyes, before patting the beaming squire on the back roughly. <span class="mu-i">“Welcome back, Mikail. We begin sparring the moment we cast off, you can show me what you’ve learnt.”</span>
You are satisfied to see his smile falter just a bit, but your squire’s beaming mood seems none at all diminished in the main run of things. Reginae wept, you’re really starting to care for the boy. But he does sometimes say the daftness things. The evening passes in laughter and good cheer as the setting sun over the Langlish mainlaind casts the bay waters in a delightful orange glow. Conversation ebbs as your people pause in their meals and watch the last fisherman tuck into the bay for the night, the cry of seagulls plain over the gentle crashing of the waves below.
It is in this moment, with the majority of your party at ease and somewhat distracted, that Captain Verdicci suggests you join him for a nightcap a little way aways from the deck.
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