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>Mikail of Andryski
>Jess the Kid
>Jess the Kid Loyalty sidequest …pending…
<span class="mu-i">“My thanks again for keeping an eye on these good pilgrims.”</span> The Knights Comitas inclines his head as if to say of course. <span class="mu-i">“You're too modest by far, I find that I can always count on you.”</span>
The man has not uttered a single word since he took his oath of silence in Aubrey, where your pilgrimage first began so many months ago. But you take great comfort in his silent strength. He has never shirked from assisting you in any manner, waiting without complaint for near a month when you set off to the Fallavon wilds in search of your brother. From battling brigands in Derbyshire to standing guard over your crippled form in the wake of the Brother’s Landing vigil, he has been ever an erstwhile ally as he walks his own road to redemption.
<span class="mu-i">“Land. Praise the Almighty, solid land!”</span> Your squire sinks to his knees after coming down the gangplank. You note with some amusement that when the boy gets back up he does so hand on one knee at a time, like some half-cripple old-timer rather than the youth he is today. <span class="mu-i">“Ow. Owowow…”</span>
>Mikail is BATTERED status for the next day
You’re on the cusp of uttering some remark along those lines when you notice Jess the Kid is still hovering about the end of the gangplank. Her expressionless mask looks skittishly to the left and right, up and down. Finally, tentatively, they take their first step off the gangplank onto foreign shores. They take a second step, then a third, hopskipping like they’re afraid the cobblestones will burn their feet. On the fourth step they pause and, again tentatively, lift up their left boot to inspect the pile of dung they stepped in. You’ve always known Jess to be sure-footed, so you have to supress a sly chuckle at seeing them put a foot wrong right in front of you. Judging from the jerk of her neck at you, you didn’t supress it nearly enough.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-g">“…”</span> Jess the Kid looks up at you, their porcelain mask sabotaging all attempts at discerning their expression. With great trepidation, they unsling a pouch from their neck and hold it out for inspection. <span class="mu-i">“…Firren. Terra, firren!”
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