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[Sami]

1st Winter 513AV


So that was that then. She was truly, completely and utterly duped. The red head looked far from impressed with her scowling face and sharp eyes glaring out. It had been little more than a season of struggling back and forth, pushed and pulled from place to place. And most insultingly the trickery of sailors. They told her they were sailing to Wind Reach, that they could take her there if she gave them the coin. Of course, she leapt at the idea full of glee and hope of the prospect. That and the promise it was only a short journey.

“Damned Liars,” she cursed in Nari and kicked angrily at the pebbles. The Syliras docks were what welcomed her, the cold stone greeting it. She remained far from impressed, and if it was not the scowl that spoke that then it was the burning aura that she produced. Arms folded, her pack – though near empty as it was – resting next to her. If things were not bad already, then they had most certainly gotten worse. Already she had burned through more coin than she could imagine, she knew she still had some time. If not to gain some of her bearings then to actually know where in the world she was.

There was a huff, arms folding as she broke into a sulk. There was no way she was even going to consider trusting those sailors again. Petching, money grabbing thieves!

She gave a pull at her bow string, her brow slowly easing off. Was it such a difficult task just to get home? Back to the land that was indeed so far away, to the warmth of her mountain. There was a snort, angry and disgruntled as she forced a stubborn march along the docks. Not that she had any real idea where she was. There were no names to read, no signs to follow, not that she would have fully understood the common tongue anyway. The language was one that she did not have a complete grasp on.

Sack on her back she gave a shiver in her cloak, cursing her sense of wear in the cold winter. Yes, it was winter now. Time had marched on without her; it did not wait whilst she was left being pulled to and fro, or left wandering lost and confused. Then again neither did the rest of the majority care. They were busy with their lives just as she was busy with her own. That was the cruel harsh reality of it all. It was only perhaps due to the cloak that she managed to keep some semblance of warmth – though for how long even she was not sure. Winter was indeed pressing in, the thoughts on what she needed began once more to grow within.

Warmth, food, supplies, the whole task once more had to start again. She gave a shudder, and pulled her arms close against her. Vinati were not the most warming of layers she quickly discovered, and so head down she stormed off forward, not looking as to where she was walking what so ever.

[Danough Trema]

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Danough Trema 1st of Winter, 513 AV Syliras. The Thread is titled. A new season. The new season brought with it new challenges for Ser Danough Trema; new quests and adventures awaited but also a chance to explore new areas and meet new people. He was a Trema and that meant he had a certain reputation to uphold, coming from a long line of people who were not just knights and squires but also mapmakers and architects, minters and masons. And that meant that he spent a portion of his day-- in addition to all the patrols and routing armor polishing and the like-- spending time out exploring Stormhold Castle and all the nooks and crannies in and around it. On one such sojourn at the beginning of the season he so happened to chance upon a young red-haired woman walking from the docks. Danough was not used to see ginger hair, but he paid it little mind. He had seen everything from an Akalak to a Pycon squire; little things like skin color or hair color meant nothing to him. He gave the woman a formal bow. He himself was a tall man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes; he was a man who paid attention to his surroundings. And now he was paying attention to her. "Hello and good day. I am Ser Danough Trema of Stormhold, a member of the order of Syliran Knights. I see your ship has just docked. Do you need help or directions to anywhere in particular?" From his appearance and armor he was indeed a Syliran Knight. Something Sami would notice that another might not that his longsword was very much like her shortsword; same cold steel and ornate markings; whether this was a coincidence or something else was something the Syliran Knight would not know. He himself was paying no mind to her equipment or accessories but he was aware that it was now Winter and she did not appear dressed for it. A look of compassion crossed his face. "And would you like to borrow my cloak?" He held it out to her and left it up to her if she wanted it or not. He repeated a few words in both Shiber and Pavi should either of those be a language she preferred to Common.

[Sami]

When she was approached by this ‘tin man’ Sami glared up at him. Her thick brow rose, her features pinching together as her anger and frustration was – unfortunately for him – brought down upon a new target. Ignoring the fact that he drastically dwarfed her, and the thick common tongue that sprouted from his lips it was indeed the armour. Being an Inarta and originating from such a far off place, well such things did seem slightly alien to her.

Knights, Syliran and stormhold. What funny names. Still she continued to eye him suspiciously even as he continued to twitter on in his odd dialect and ask questions. There was a scowl, her finger giving a point at the mirrored surface before withdrawing - Surely wearing metal must be cold? Why wear it? - or at least this was the case until she gave an angry snort, “Not my ship… steel man… thing. Da-nou-gh.” She was still torn on whether or not she should be put out by the man, by the sounds of things he was only trying to assist, even if he did twitter away in two other tongues for some chimes.

The scrutinizing continued, and she simply shook her head and pointed to her own cloak, ”I be warm.” Arms folding she continued to look upon him, sceptical over the look on his face before she simply rolled her eyes, ”Room. Sleepi…” she gave her hand several twirls as if trying to summon out the words, ”Lodgings? And map. Don’t like getting lost. Like knowing where I am.” Feet stamping against the floor, she released a sigh, her brow firmly knitting together. Why all the steel? Why? Surely it slowed them down?

Eyes drifted down to the long sword, and then away to her one of a more inferior sizing in comparison. Everything and everyone was so much bigger than back home. That was quickly becoming apparent. If it was not for blue giants then it was humans that towered far above. Such was the way of the world. Everyone just had to be taller, better and stronger. Sami gave a pivot on her heel, rising up onto her toes to try and see above the passing of sailors and dock workers, ”Everything fine. Just directions needed, possibly.”

[Danough Trema]

He shook his head. "I do not have a map on me, but I'll try to secure and locate one and then give it to you once you're settled in. If you end up not staying at the tavern I bring you to, I'll leave the map with the innkeeper there anyway and you can pick it up some other time."

He offered her the cloak a second time, in case she was just being either polite or proud but actually wanted it. Either way, he then pointed all around them. "Okay, listen up. I will tell you the basic geography of Stormhold Castle, including where you are now and where some of the main areas are."

Danough spent a few moments contemplating his knowledge of Syliras history and culture as well as what he knew from his own day-to-day travels as a Knight who often patrolled the castle. He mentioned some stores where she could replenish various supplies, such as the nearbyThe Feathered Shaft.

He told her some general facts about the castle itself and the area of the Cobalt Mountains that they were in, then showed her how to get to the Main Gate from where she was. This was important, he explained, as right by the gate was the Welcome and Employment center. He had often had to give out such locations when he was on guard duty.

Ser Danough mentioned a few other places that he either didn't explain well or that she forgot or didn't hear well, but he ended with the most important place for her immediate needs. He showed her-- and she could see the entrance from where they stood-- a tavern.
The Broken Something.
Well, the name didn't matter. It was cheap, it was reliable and it was near-by.

The Knight strode over to it, waving for her to follow or not as she desired, and would stand out front pointing at it, whether she followed right away or took time to ponder the choice. If she eventually followed, he would offer the owner two mizas, one to cover the cost of her stay for a day and the other to pay for a morning meal.

That would give her time to eat, nap, and freshen up so she could at least tackle Syliras on an equal footing. He asked the owner for some paper and he wrote down the places he mentioned so the irascible girl could find them.

He wanted nothing in return. He had not asked her name or what room she would be staying in. This was just Ser Danough living the life of a Syliran Knight as best as he could.
He believed in honor, faith and charity not just as words but as living concepts.

[Sami]

Sami stared, eye brow cocked as the man spouted off in his more native tongue of Common. Some of it of course was beyond her, her eyes would narrow at certain syllables and her head cocked in a peculiar fashion as she tried to gain a grasping of what it was he was saying. Not that much of it successfully stuck in her mind other than the name of this place - Stormhold Castle apparently. Which only lead to more questions and a further narrowing of eyes - what the petch was a Castle?

There was no time for questions thought it seemed. He was far too busy talking, leading and doing his... whatever he was doing. The word 'Duty' rang dryly in her head.

Chewing at her lip the Inarta eyed the tin man, disgruntled as he spewed out further information. Eyes blinked, the red brow knitting in annoyance as he gave a gesture to some tavern. Shoulder gave a sag, as she was lead towards it before she had a chance to object. Such places were often expensive and hungry for coin, not that Danough seemed to expect her to pay. Coin was exchanged, a sheet of paper being pushed in her hands - not that she could read any of it for it not being in her mother tongue.

Still, from her limited understanding on what it could be on lead her to believe it was the names of places he had mentioned. Least, that was what she hoped it was, though part of her did think it may have been some lewd message and the showing of this 'Knights' true colours. Rubbing at her jaw she gave a glance back up at the man, and then down to the paper once more in confusion. "Right..." she gave a glance to the innkeeper, and then around the room, "Thank you. I think. What I do now?"

What an odd city.