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The runner from Bielstock had reached them yesterday, asking for help with some manner of monster roving about. The hamlet wasn’t even part of Lord Bierre’s fief, his liegelord. And details of the nature of the beast were vague at best. But whatever it was, clearly the creature had proven more than a match for the previous knight sent to deal with it, the late Sir Fenrick. Further aid from the local lord had been slow in coming, and with the harvest due the villagers of Bielstock were growing desperate. They had asked for help and while Willem reckoned he fell short on many responsibilities demanded of the nobility, failing the Code to answer the call for aid was not among them.
<span class="mu-i"> “Good.”</span> Tam’s glare was a resolute one. <span class="mu-i">“And this time I’m coming with.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Girl…”</span> Willem sighed, not <span class="mu-i">this</span> again. <span class="mu-i">“Why in the Pit would I…”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Two reasons.”</span> Willem crossed his arms, having heard this all before. <span class="mu-i"> “Firstly, I’m ready, you seen me training. Second, I gots a score to settle with them monsters. You know that. And thirdly, cos I only just thought it, you need someone to watch your back after that last time.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Ah… last time…”</span> Since the Creeping Horror, there had mercifully been only one other incident a a beast plaguing Grenmire, a barghest or something of a like nature. And a big one. <span class="mu-i">“That was… a learning experience.”</span>
That had been a great deal more difficult without his friend Emile to help, Willem had barely made it through that deadly fight alive. Sir Andrei had been the only one of Willem’s friends from his old life that had bothered to look past the humble station of his spouse and give him the time of day, even if he didn’t necessarily approve. What he wouldn’t give for that mountain of a man to have his back again when he faced whatever was lurking in Bielstock…
Instead he had a girl about half his age.
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> “You can come, but on one condition. You’re not ready to be taking part in any fight, I won’t hear of it. But you can keep an eye out, help me track the thing and take turns at watch if we have to camp out.” You could use the extra hand, but it must be you who faces the beast. That is your duty, your burden. Not hers. [Humble]
> “…Pit take it, girl. When you’re right, you’re right. Watch my back and stay out of the way. Don’t make me regret this...” Almighty knows the girl had heart. If she were a boy she’d have made a fine squire. In fact… why not consider her a squire of sorts? It’s not like Willem had ever been much for convention. [Hearty]
> “Absolutely out of the question. You’re like a daughter to Jinni, you know that. Training is one thing, but I won’t even consider something that might put you in harms way.” And if something happened to her… well Willem would be more worried about his wife than that Bielstock beast, that’s for certain. [Idealist]
