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"It's armored." I'd mutter to Ezta. The boy was a bit of a pain in the ass but it could have been worse. Some of the spoiled brats on this ship were out right demonic. Unconsciously I smirked at that thought. "I am a bodyguard now-a-days." My eyes would spot Adara from across the mess hall staring at me. I watched her smile and turn to continue a conversation with one of the Kurtashkin's mercenaries."Before leaving Earth I was a soldier." I added as I watched a messenger approach the table to offer me a letter; it had the Vetrov family signet upon it. "Whats this?" I asked.
"A message from Lord Vetrov." The messenger bowed and backed away with a smirk on his face. What was that smirk for? I questioned as my thumb popped open the seal. I didn't bother to see if Ezra was watching. I was too curious myself.

Dear Mr. Jerico,
I write to you because the soldiers of my household guard have spoken fondly of your abilities not only with the gun, but also with the blade.Mixed with the general stoicism and discipline you show ever time we have met I have decided to make you an offer. For an increase in pay [to be discussed at a later time] and improved living conditions, you will teach my son the art of fencing. This will include anything else you deem worthy for him to learn to survive in this brave new world. You have been a professional and gentleman in all aspects since we met. With the new life on this ship my time is consumed with politicking and your efforts will be greatly appreciated [not to mention rewarded].

- Lord Eli Vetrov.

Caught off-guard by the letter I felt my eyes blink several times. Breathe in..and out to regain control, to regain focus. My eyes shifted to meet Ezra's. "Well.... seems I am -your- bodyguard-" At the moment I passed him the letter from his father, "and your teacher."