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On the Bridge Turning around to follow his commanders order, Trathis then walks over to him, "Yes sir?" Terridan is standing near Trathis, Kathalis off to the side, more off in the shadows of the trees watching. Terridan seems to be looking at Trathis a bit expectantly, and as the squire approaches, Terridan nods, "The Elder knight and I have been discussing your preformance of late... you've shown yourself to have a good wit about you, and you work well with your fellow guards..." Smiling slightly to his commander but keeping a serious face in the situation, Trathis then releases a small smile upon his face and begins to become very embarassed. Across the bridge, a grey-cowled figure comes; tall and lithe of limb it is, slight you see, though it be swathed in thick and woolen cloak. A long time in the north it might have been, all worn and weathered by its wandering; upon its back: A long leather pack, on its heavy belt, a blade sheathed in an ancient scabbard. Terridan looks over towards the figure as it approaches, nodding a greeting once, before turning back towards the squire, smiling a bit, "Therefore, we've both come to the conclusion that you will take on a bit more responsibility with the rest of your duties..." he places a hand on his sword's hilt, "Kneal squire..." Kneeling down with honor and respect to his commander, Trathis lowers himself down and lowers his head, awaiting his commander. Slowly then, the maid; her hands, quite dainty prove her to be such: unravels the wrap that's set about her head, it's folded 'neath her arm 'ere long, her golden hair gleaming in the dim twilight that stands before the dawn. A silence Gillhach observes, as much decorum as she'll permit, and nods a like greeting to her kinsman then. Terridan pulls his sword out slowly, and sets it on Trathis' right shoulder, "Strength... as of the earth that supports us..." he moves the blade to the squire's left shoulder, "fortitude, as of the mellyrn..." he takes the sword, and places the point into the earth before him, "Rise, Knight Bachelor." With a slight pause, Trathis rises to his feet and salutes his commander. "I am honored to receive this promotion in the ranks of the guard sire, I will serve it with honor, honor indeed." With decorum satisfied, the master moves on; with a passing nod to kinsmen both and the hollow resonance of booted feet on wooden bridge, she makes way to the city, looming as it is beyond. Terridan nods slowly, and returns the salute, "I know that you will, Trathis... but remember, this is a larger responsibility than before, but I feel that you will do your duties admirably." Nodding to his commander "That I will sir, I am ready for any challenge that is throw before me, with the proper training that is sir.", he says with a smile.Terridan smiles, "Of course, always with the proper training." Grinning to his commander, "How about we celebrate with a drink at the Mar." It is a broad moat, o'er which this ancient bridge was laid; built, as any other as and obstacle to those that might cross it bearing arms and anger. At a pace, the maid makes good time on crossing; wrapping, as she walks: the cowl about her elfin face. Terridan nods slowly, then smiles, "I think that would be an excellent suggestion...." he turns to face Gillhach, "Would you care to come, cousin?" Although it be a ways for a voice to carry, the dawn air is clear, not heady; and the knights words ring true to the ears of the huntress; she turns, pacing backwards off the bridge, and does not answer, save only in the silent beckoning of a hand to follow. Walking toward the Gates of the city, Trathis then turns back and glares at his commander, "I must warn you sir, I get pretty roudy when I drink." Terridan grins widely, then nods his head, "Don't worry... I'll make sure you don't get too roudy..." Having journeyed through the gates, and up the hill Mar Vanwa Tyalieva Preceeding those who lag behind, the huntress enters in; from the ladder to a table near at hand she walks and sits thereat, her cloak removed and folded neatly up, her cowl wrapped in kind. With a beckoning finger, she summons the others. Scanning the area with his eyes, awaiting for his friend to show, Trathis notices Terridan enter the Mar, "Ahh Friend! Come seat with me we will eat and drink about event that are yet to come!" He then seats himself at a table nearest to the bar. "This is a good table, come friend we will drink!" He then yells to Siniathweg. "A Tankard of your finest Sini for me and my friend here!" Terridan smiles softly as he walks in, and grins to Trathis, "Thank you mellon..." he takes the tankard as Sini produces it... and he smiles widely, "So, any word from the border?" As travels long do oft entail demand, the master of the hunt calls for a drink; 'Young lass," She summons up the maid who waits upon those guests who offer patronage, "Come, a skin of wine to quench my thirst, I pray." A smile is on her lips, and her tone merry; "As quickly as you may, at that." she adds. |