Spring, 516AV, 35th | | Bronze Woods + Alyasas' Caves
Though, with spring in turn at a seasons round. The table turns slowly. Slowly as if it were a snail trying to turn and manipulate a sundial that has very limited movement. The Kenashian had a sudden emptiness that swelled up within him. Even with his training and his discovery that he has an uncle that serves for The Order. Ferrin had a high level of shock once he found out.
Lately, Ser Xervos had been merely training him for days on end like a current flowing through its river at high velocity. Yes. His legs were numb just a bit, but his arms grew slightly tensed.
Fortunately, today he has the day off. And with the training given the Kenashian, Ferrin had only wished to train in the things he wished to train in. Like, perhaps c Unarmed Combat. Or maybe even dagger weaponary. Still, it wouldn't hurt, would it. A few days prior. There was a peculiar message pinned up on the bulletin board. And the person who pinned it upon the wooden fracture asked for fifty gold Mizas. In return for something that could benefit the oneself.
Ferrin figured that he could get to know this mysterious person. And why such an odd place of meeting. The Alyasas' Caves. Certainly, it was a place to be kept alone from, but he had a feeling that something might happen out of the wrong. His pouch filled with coin jumped as he trekked through the woods familiarising himself with the surroundings. His longbow and quiver at hand. His short broadsword sheathed. And the Kenashian managed to borrow a suit of leather armor that was swathed under his hunting cloak that he had had for awhile since he left home.
Today had sort of felt like leaving Kenash. Though, without the official state of leave. Not far was he, from the Caves. The winds knipped at Ferrins face and numbed it a bit, but only the wind had chilled his facial physique. His cheeks blushed with a brightened pink hue and his glossy blue eyes merely twinkled against the light that shown by Syna.
With the tree branches that swung gently and the leaves that brushed ever so lightly against those very branches that swayed. Came along the vivid detailing of the intricate woodwork of mother nature and her works of art that were painted upon each and every abstratical prospect that displayed before ones eyes.
The final steps of reaching the caves had arrived. And Ferrins hand grew a slight tremor. He managed to control it with strapping his quiver about one of his shoulders. Opposite where he would have his bow held by his hand. Ferrin was now a few yards away from the entrance and now pulled out a coin purse held with an amount of fifty golden Mizas. Though, he hadn't known why he had had the nervousness within him. "You've posted on the board... Or someone did. I'm looking for some training. More plausible training per say. I have the coin for payment. Perhaps we could work a few things out?" Said the man as he jingled the coin purse in front of him by the tightened strands of string that roped the purse about and kept it well protected from falling out. He had put away his longbow over his other shoulder adjacent of the quiver. One of Ferrins hand rested upon the pommel of his short broadsword, prepared for anything that might lunge at him."If your hurt... I can go fetch a healer. If needed. But there is something else isn't there. Why would one be alone here?"
Lately, Ser Xervos had been merely training him for days on end like a current flowing through its river at high velocity. Yes. His legs were numb just a bit, but his arms grew slightly tensed.
Fortunately, today he has the day off. And with the training given the Kenashian, Ferrin had only wished to train in the things he wished to train in. Like, perhaps c Unarmed Combat. Or maybe even dagger weaponary. Still, it wouldn't hurt, would it. A few days prior. There was a peculiar message pinned up on the bulletin board. And the person who pinned it upon the wooden fracture asked for fifty gold Mizas. In return for something that could benefit the oneself.
Ferrin figured that he could get to know this mysterious person. And why such an odd place of meeting. The Alyasas' Caves. Certainly, it was a place to be kept alone from, but he had a feeling that something might happen out of the wrong. His pouch filled with coin jumped as he trekked through the woods familiarising himself with the surroundings. His longbow and quiver at hand. His short broadsword sheathed. And the Kenashian managed to borrow a suit of leather armor that was swathed under his hunting cloak that he had had for awhile since he left home.
Today had sort of felt like leaving Kenash. Though, without the official state of leave. Not far was he, from the Caves. The winds knipped at Ferrins face and numbed it a bit, but only the wind had chilled his facial physique. His cheeks blushed with a brightened pink hue and his glossy blue eyes merely twinkled against the light that shown by Syna.
With the tree branches that swung gently and the leaves that brushed ever so lightly against those very branches that swayed. Came along the vivid detailing of the intricate woodwork of mother nature and her works of art that were painted upon each and every abstratical prospect that displayed before ones eyes.
The final steps of reaching the caves had arrived. And Ferrins hand grew a slight tremor. He managed to control it with strapping his quiver about one of his shoulders. Opposite where he would have his bow held by his hand. Ferrin was now a few yards away from the entrance and now pulled out a coin purse held with an amount of fifty golden Mizas. Though, he hadn't known why he had had the nervousness within him. "You've posted on the board... Or someone did. I'm looking for some training. More plausible training per say. I have the coin for payment. Perhaps we could work a few things out?" Said the man as he jingled the coin purse in front of him by the tightened strands of string that roped the purse about and kept it well protected from falling out. He had put away his longbow over his other shoulder adjacent of the quiver. One of Ferrins hand rested upon the pommel of his short broadsword, prepared for anything that might lunge at him."If your hurt... I can go fetch a healer. If needed. But there is something else isn't there. Why would one be alone here?"
Ferrin Al'Mandrikan