“Tell me again how it will be in Waterdeep Bordane?” She often found the silence after sex awkward.
“Mayhap tell me about you; where do hail from? Speak to me of how you come to know the rapier?” Bordane knew he would learn all this in time, but for now this will keep her so he can rest.
I remember a missionary priest would visit from time. Curing the sick, performing ceremonies, and providing spiritual guidance; people loved his kindness and his knack for arriving when he was needed most. He was special; not just because he too was a sword master, but because he was also a warebear. He showed me the rapier, how to wield it and how to embrace my animal side; the agile fury of the cat. It was treachery that killed him and robed me of my pursuits with the blade.
Tysiln San was a dark-fey, malevolent and vile. Her words were poison and her ways destructive. She exposed the missionary to the Black Raven tribe, who set their terrible Ravens and weapons upon the Ice Lakes killing defenders, destroying lives, and causing mayhem seeking out my cleric friend.
Last year I came to Uluvin and became Gragamel’s assistant until you came along and showed me a new way- you rescued me. Bordane are listening?”
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