Snippet #2733470

By the time the sun risen and before the birds commenced to sing their morning songs, Morelia was awake and so was her Page. The arrangement was the same as it was last night except this time, he carried her sword over his head. His sword training had begun. Following after his instructor and his Dame, the Page carried that massive sword until they were outside of the town and a little ways into the wood. He was permitted to rest, briefly, and then she handed him her arming sword. The sword had been secured to the scabbard in a peace tie so even whilst swinging, the blade would remain sheathed.

"Ill purchase you a proper wooden practice sword later, until then make use of my sword." Morelia told him as she handed it over. the Page nervously traded the massive Zweihander for the much smaller blade, his arms shaking from strain. Without wasting time, she commenced to teach him some basic drills, making use of the trees as practice dummies. Whenever he failed to follow through, she struck him on the head and foretold his future death. Praise...was not something that she was accustomed to give but she force herself to do so, it was necessary. Though it was an obnoxious interaction, self confidence was important in a sword fight too. Plus this child was far too meek. At times, it was cute but if he remained shy and fearful, he would make a poor Squire and a dead Knight.

This went on for an hour or so until Morelia ended the session. "Return to the Inn. Clean yourselrest, and practice your writing. If either one of those armored serfs dares to disturb you, tell them you are following my instructions. If they do not acknowledge the weight of my word, I shall make them acknowledge the weight of my sabatons on their skull."

The boy nodded and slowly walked back to the town. For a time, Morelia trailed him until the time that their paths parted. If she was to start with her jest of a task to inpsect the town of Ithor, it would be best to do so promptly. The sooner her report was ready, the sooner she could leave. Her walk lead her to the center of Town and rather than continue aimlessly wondering, Morelia needed to get her bearings. Ithor was not a massive town but it was large enough for a new comer to get lost which almost occurred this morning (much to the dismay of the Page Boy who followed her). Now she just had to find a local who was willing.

An Elf caught her eye and...well he did not appear to be anything special aside from being an Elf. Eh. Might as well try starting with him.

"You!" She called out as she approached. He did not look to her. Is he deaf? She called out to him again but nothing. Perhaps this place is merely too crowded for her voice at this distance? Morelia closed in, now going into the midst of the crowd that was and moving. How did she spot this particular elf in such a flowing river of people? The crowd seemed to be of one mind for the instant that she stepped among them, they made way for her. It was the power of status and the power that was the sight of a fully armored (minus her helm) Dame with a massive two hander sword charging towards you. Without effort she moved through them and continued. "You... Do you know your way around this town, Elf?".