leto_rta

Saying Goodbye

2009-08-18T01:49:02Z

In the dark of night....

He pulled the dark cloak about him a bit closer as he stood over the fresh grave. "It's the way with soldiers, and fighters," he thought to himself.
"We live the life given to us, and die the death that waits for us." Pulling a silver flask from his cloak, he placed it on the grave.

"Marching past, straight through to Hell
The Infantry are seen.
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marines,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.

Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene.
No trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he's emptied his canteen.
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers' Green."

"There you go my friend. You might not get to ride back, but I didn't want you to go thirsty. You were my teacher, and later my friend. Rest In Peace, Soldier."

Another Playlist

2008-03-02T18:03:29Z

Keeps the Bandwagon rolling:

1. Your So Vain--Carly Simon

2. It's a Sin--Pet Shop Boys

3. The Passion of Lovers--Bauhaus

4. What Have I Done--Linkin Park

5. Diary of Jane--Breaking Benjamin

6. Haunted--The Pogues

7. Red--Treble Charger

8. This Is Your Life--Switchfoot

9. Anna Begins--The Counting Crows

10. A Place In Time--Amanda Abizaid

OOC: Things of a Military Nature #1

2008-01-13T17:18:16Z

Some questions pertaining to military structure and terms came up during some of the battles. I have been tasked to answer some of those. Remember that any of this information is for reference only.   The forces at Amber's disposal are varied. They come from many different cultures and represent many different time periods.
The following is just to give a general idea of terms. It is in no way cut in stone, or meant to limit any idea or theme in game.

Army Elements-One of many general structures of an Army:

1. Squad- Nine to Ten Soldiers
2. Platoon- Sixteen to Forty Four Soldiers or two to four squads
3. Company- Sixty-two to One Hundred Ninety-two Soldiers or Three to Five Platoons
4. Battalion- Three Hundred to One Thousand Soldiers or Four to Six Companies
5. Regiment- Six Hundred to Two Thousand Soldiers or Two Battalions.
6. Brigade- Three Thousand to Five Thousand Soldiers--And I will stop there as certain "One-Armed Powers That
      Be" arranges anything above that (and he is welcome to it).

I will be posting more of these tidbits in the very near future. If you can think of anything in particular you need or want to know, just give a yell.

Journal Entry

2008-01-10T19:38:23Z

I can accept the bad food. I can accept the harsh climate. I can accept sleeping on the ground. I can accept the drab clothes. I can even accept the fact I may die with a foot of steel in my gut. All of that comes with the military lifestyle. If you want to dance, you have to pay the fiddler.

What I am having trouble accepting is the very nature of this conflict. Facing a blade is one thing. Having the very ground try to swallow you whole is quite another. In che cosa mi sono entrato? (What have I gotten myself into?)

P.S. I was so glad to see her somewhat whole of mind and body. As long as I have her, I can face just about anything.

Journal Entry

2008-01-05T17:04:39Z

     Well, after all these years, it appears that my dear Cousin and I, have started down the road to a true reconciliation. I am so glad to find out that she does not despise me. It gives me hope that everything might work out for the best in the end.

     I have noticed a new Star in the heavens, and it shines so bright and prettily. I have determined that I will triangulate the navigation of my life by this new heavenly body. Life has a new purpose. I believe I am up to the task.

     Weir are interesting. I seem to feel an affinity towards them. I wonder what dear Mother would say about that?

Log--A Sparring Match

2007-12-31T15:34:20Z

This scene takes place at the garrison on the banks of the Oisen:

Good day, lady Cannaugh." greets a scruffy old captain by the name of Burtold. "Take your horse for you?" offering a semi toothless smile

Nineve nods, keeping her tone lowered. "Is the commander here, Burtold?" It sounds curious enough but there's a guiltness that steals over her expression. One she tries to keep from relaying to the older man.

"Aye, he is. And in a foul mood too, if you ask me." Taking a moment to spit on the ground, "Been on high alert and we worked through /lunch/. But you'll find him up there." Points the scruffy captain.

Leto breaks from the treeline at a slow trot. His horse black and lean, an animal built for speed and bursts of power. He reigns up and puts the animal through a quick dressage drill of cantering and side-stepping as he surveys the area and finds his destination. He sets the animal in a slow trot towards the tower.

Nineve grimaces and nods. "Oh, then he will be overly joyous with me now," she mutters under her breath. She hands off to the book she holds to the older man. "Think you can put this with my bunk," and then she's off to make her way to the top of the tower.

Burtold nods, taking the book, but his eyes are fixed on a new arrival. "Can do, lady." Handing off the reigns to one of the younger stable boys, "The commander expecting company?" He spits again, away from Nineve.

Nineve looks over towards Leto. "Oh my, he's early," she comments and continues upwards to meet up with Kincaid. Butold's question going unanswered for the time being. She offers a sharp bow when she arrives. "Commander, more drills to the south?"

Leto is met by several guards at the gate of the Oisen, one scruffy older man asks, "Help you sir?"

Kincaid says, "No."

Kincaid blinks to Nineve, distracted from some thought, "I mean, yes." He points off in the distance, offering the spyglass, "They are nearly out of sight now. Skirmishes."

Kincaid nods, "Yes, please. Though I may have to depart to finish some work. You are most welcome to." He extends his hand to the air.

Raphaela appears suddenly, grasping Kincaid's hand.

Nineve seems taken aback and the response and takes the spyglass to check on the men. "Hmm," she says noncommittally. "So... a bit of both," she offers and hands back to the glass. She looks back down and calls. "He's with me, sir."

Leto brings his horse to a stop a respectful distant from the old soldier. He tsks to it and canters the animal a bit. "You most assuredly can my dear man. I have an engagement with Lady Nineve Cannaugh, and I wish to pay respects to the Commander of the Garrison. If you would be so kind as to announce that Lord Leto de Sorgo awaits them and is at their service in every regard."

Burtold eyes Leto, but hearing Nineve and the mention of noblility, waves off the guards. "That I will my lord, one of the stable boys will see to your horse. Please." He gestures inside the ford before turning to yell, "Commander! Lord Leto de Sorgo is here."

Raphaela blinks and looks down "He's like a doom. Always around." she chuckles and gives a wave down.

Leto dismounts and hands the reigns to the appropriate party. He stands patiently and gives Raphaela a gesture of greeting.

Kincaid cannot hide the smile for Raphaela, nor the roll of his eyes with Burtold's gruffness. "Thank you captain." Raising a wave to Leto, "Come lord Leto, if nothing else, you will speak of the beauty of Oisen's setting sun upon the river." He greets. To Nineve, "Yes, a little of both. Those men need be ready fight and move as commanded. They'll run the length of the river and back, forced march."

Nineve settles back on her heel, smiling warmly to Raphaela. "Just in time, my lady. Your cousin just arrived to see to our agreement," she says brightening as she looks over to Kincaid. "I've a few drills that I had been thinking of trying on the morrow, if you would like."

Raphaela smiles at Nineve, with her hand still resting idly in Kincaids. "Agreement?"

Kincaid raises a brow to the mention of agreement, but to Nineve, "That will not be neccesary. Perhaps after we discuss those concerns."

Leto joins the rest of the group and looks around. "Well, it is a rather majestic environment, don't you agree Knight-Commander? He flourishes a deep bow to Kincaid, "I do appreciate the invitation Milord." He turns to the Ladies and bows once again, "Hello mia Cugina, Greetings Lady Nineve."

Nineve dips her head to Kincaid. "As you wish, Commander."

Raphaela smiles at Leto "Oisen is a gorgeus place. Isn't it, and the view!"

Kincaid straightens and returns the bow, "Lord Leto. We honored by your visit." Turning to send off one of the officers, with orders of providing refreshments.

Leto says, "The honor is all mine Commander. And yes Cousin, the view is admirable."

Mozart wanders up out of the histle and bustle. "Ah, there you all are. Evening."

Raphaela waves a free hand at Mozart "Hello. How have you been?"

Leto nods a greeting to Jack.

Kincaid lets Raphaela's hand go, to wave at Mozart, "Brother. Glad you could join us."

Nineve looks over to Mozart, smiling warmly to the man. "You are just in time," she replies and look over to Raphaela and Kincaid. "Your cousin and I have an accord and had hoped to find a quiet place to settle the matter."

Kincaid says, "This accord? This is the agreement you mentioned?"

Raphaela's head tilts "Oh?"

Leto chuckles and interposes himself quickly, "It is a small matter. I wished to test the mettle of my Cousin's teacher. We are going to spar, and made a small wager on the outcome. As I said, it is a small matter."

Raphaela oooohs "A bet." she grins "I'm in."

Nineve nods, chuckling softly. "Yes, and a good natured one at that." She glances over to Kincaid, her smile fading. "Unless you'd prefer we settle it another time, Commander."

Leto laughs, "All right dear Cousin, a bottle of brandy verses a new dress that I win. Do you agree?

Mozart says, "Double wager. Hrm."

Kincaid says, "The yard is yours and lord Leto's if you wish." Turning to Mozart, "What say you brother? Should we place a friendly wager upon this agreement?"

Raphaela grins "I'm betting on you of course, House principles and all...So what of the two do you get if you win? I have exellent brandy and awesome tailor." she blinks innocently. Then grins.

Mozart holds up a hand. "It's a blind bet for me, and I'll pass, thank you."

"You are bruising my ego, commander," remarks Nineve candidly, shaking her head. "Shall we sate everyone's curiosity now, my lord? Or shall we see if another happens along."

Leto spins to Kincaid, "Commander, it appears that Raphaela is betting on me, let's put her wager on your shoulders. Brandy verses a new dress?

Kincaid chuckles with Mozart, but to Nineve, "I mean no offense. Only that I have seen you fight and know it will be no small feat to overcome your skill."

Raphaela looks at Kincaid and chuckles.

Kincaid nods to Leto, "I will take that bet."

Leto nods, "Excellent," He turns to Nineve, "Well Lady, I am at your service. Blade gaurds only, I believe we agreed?"

"That it was," Nineve replies and heads back down the tower. One hand slips down to the pouch to pull free a leather strap when she lands and begins tugging the long har back and into a ponytail.

Raphaela smiles and folds her arms behind her back "Oh this should be fun."

Kincaid smiles warmly to Raphaela, "Indeed. After you my lady."

Raphaela smiles back at Kincaid, inclines her head and bounces after Nineve.

Leto follows his opponent as he removes his cape. "Someone find me a gaurd for my blade, please."

Mozart hefts his cane and follows.

Kincaid pats his brothers shoulder and follows last. Coming down into the yard, "Captain Burtold, a blade guard for lord Leto and Lady Cannaugh." The scruffy captain answers with an 'Aye Commander.' and the blade covers are fetched.

The yard is large, good for housing stored goods and supplies. A small training square is laid compactly in the northern corner, fixed with benches and a stone sparring ring, though the ring is square.

Raphaela smiles at Nineve and Leto "Good luck...And remember Leto dear, it's house honor you're defending, you're not in only for the dress." she grins impishly.

Mind you, she does say that quietly enough for nobody outside company to hear.

Leto unsheaths his sidesword, a percusor to the rapier. It is a short weapon, made for cutting and thrusting. He enlists the aid of a nearby soldier to assure the bladegaurd is secure. After flipping the man a coin for his service, he turns to his Cousin and salutes her. He removes his weapon belt leaving the main-gauche in its scabbard.

Nineve disappears from sight for a time in the stables. The cause perhaps re-emerging in a scabbard in one hand as she makes her way towars the stone ring. She takes the blade guard from the soldier. "Thank you," she replies and pulls it over the blade of the sabre.

Mozart rests both hands on the pommel of his cane, which digs into the ground before him.

Raphaela finds something to lean back against, grinning.

Leto steps into the ring and begins a warm up. It is apparent that he is not an attack/counter attack fighter. It almost appears as if he is dancing, except that he is holding a gaurded blade at an odd angle. He stops and awaits his opponent's arrival.

Kincaid signals over a young man who carries a tray of refreshments over to a long bench. "Thank you." says, Kincaid, whose attention is more upon the two competitors, "How will the contest be measured?"

Leto says, "By style and skill....and whoever ends up on their butt first."

Nineve steps into the ring. No care having been taken to replace the skirts with the leathers, an agreement is an agreement. Her gaze appraising as she watches his warmup and spins to step backward, one foot behind the other. "You seem as though you might be a lovely dancer," she offers to Leto with a salute of her own guarded sabre.

Leto returns the salute and grins, "I am a lovely dancer, Lady Nineve. If I do say so myself."

Raphaela grins "Don't trust him. Your toes will be grateful."

Mozart chuckles and watches.

Kincaid smiles between Mozart and Raphaela. Then stepping forward, taking to announce the event, "Fighters! Take your positions behind your lines. Present arms for salute." Taking a deep breath, "Begin!"

Nineve steps back to the line, another quick bow. She does take a deep breath, unbothered by the skirts and soon dropping into a fighter's stance at the call.

Raphaela chuckles at Mozart, eyes focusing on combat.

Leto salutes his opponent once more. He shuffles gracefully towards his opponent and suddenly takes his gaurd. He begins a Compasse, and assumes a defensive stance of stesso tempo trying to circle his opponent.

Nineve 's own steps do not seem the type to run into combat. Intead she twitches the blade to catch at Leto's with each casual swing. Her attention on his face while she studies his stance and circling about her opponent. A subtle smile tugs at the corners of her lips.

Leto grins as the blades touch. He attempts to achieve atajo, or the control of his opponents blade. It isn't quite working, but he continues to thrust and cut at strange angles towards Lady Nineve as he weaves around her. He is not making a direct attack, but many indirect, oblique ones.

Raphaela grins, bouncing against whatever she's leaned on as her eyes track the movements.

Nineve arches a brow, sliding her blade along his. Her own attack held or striking out only in defense to push back the blade. Barely giving a step back at the stranger angles employed. "You're rather talented," she mutters under her breath. After one more such advance, she tries to slip the blade free to reach beneath his guard.

Leto is making Nineve's weapon his target. He strives to control the conflict through that avenue. He continues to thrust at oblique angles and come at her from the sides as he circles. "You are not so bad your self, Milady."

"I did tell you that I was trained since a young woman," notes Nineve with another catch and push of his blade away. Her moves untiring and patient. Only the slight widening of her gaze at a near catch averted.

Leto grins slightly, "I had no idea." He jumps to avoid a particularly quick lunge, and rolls back. Immediately on his feet he begins Compasse and closes with Nineve in a blinding flurry of slashes.

Nineve retreats a step. Her blade moves faster and deliberate determination to brush aside each stroke. "Ahh, I thought it was evident telling you that I was Lyonnesian then," she jests, though her teeth grit together and the smile somewhat strained.

Leto winds his blade around Nineve's with fluid movements. The sweat that springs from his brow belies the effort his face will not show. As he bobs and weaves around the fair Knight he continues to target her weapon and control it. "In some ways I'm an idiot, Mother always said I don't pay attention to what people tell me."

Nineve presses back. Blonde tresses cling to her cheeks an threaten to obscure her vision. "Here I would have thought she'd have warned you away from Lyonessian women," she tease and continues to brush back against his attacks.

Raphaela says a bit louder to Mozart "He wants that dress really hard, doesn't he?"

Mozart says, "Not sure I want to see him in a dress."

Raphaela says "Yeah...But his legs aren't that bad.."

Leto avoids Nineve's press with by stepping around and past her line of movement. He rolls and spins. With a full frontal flip he places himself directly in front and inside her gaurd. He achieves atajo with odd-angled attacks directly on her sword. "Well Lady Nineve, do you yield? I can keep this up all day." The bravado is there, but the strain on his face gives lie to his words.

Nineve tries to retreat at finding the Sorgo beneath her guard. Her tone casted lower to reach only her opponents ears. "We had better or be here all night," her tone a little breathless from the exertion. Another retreating step, "so you get a painting and a dress, I believe." Her words wry even as she takes another step backwards.

Mozart says, "Yes, but the facial hair tends to throw off the effect."

Raphaela chuckles. "He'd look lovely in pink."

Leto draws a breath and salutes Nineve with his sword. "You Lady Nineve are a most grueling opponent. That was well done."

Raphaela bounces over "Congratulations. It was a wonderful match."

Leto bows to Nineve, and then turns and bows to the audience. He stands and says in a somewhat loud voice, "Will someone please fetch me some strong drink?"

Nineve laughs and reaches up to tug free the leather thong. "We could see to the Mead hall, but would you take my coin rather than a painting, my lord? She winks to Mozart. "I guess we should send word to Lady Estelle of her new commission."

Raphaela curtseys sketchily, lack of dress not interrupting the fluid grace "Allow me, oh, victorious cousin."

Raphaela walks to the refreshments to pour all brandy or scotch or something.

Raphaela blinks "Estelle? Sorgo has few of her works."

Mozart says, "Ironically....doesn't Estelle mean Star?"

Leto gestures acknowledgement to his Cousin, "Yes, please will you? He sits with a whuf and begins to unlace the gaurd on his sword. "Yes it does," he answers to Jack's question.

Raphaela nodnods "It does." she gives the shots to all, flashing a smile to Nineve. "Aaaah. I haven't been there still...We can go, please?"

Mozart says, "Sooooo many stars in the sky."

Nineve settles into another chair, allowing the fall of curls to hide away her face while she loosens the guard. "Truly ironic after what you said stella means," she offers quietly. Raphaela's tone enough to draw her back to her feet and reaching for Leto's hand. "Seems it is to the Mead hall." With her free hand, she holds out the sabre to one of the guards. "Could you place this with my horse again."

Leto looks from Jack to Raph to Nineve. He smiles fondly at the Knight from Lyonesse, "Why not? Let's go to the Mead Hall. I still want that painting, though."

Leto takes Nineve's hand as unobtrusively as possible. "But let me rest for a moment. Where is that drink mia Cugina?"

Raphaela chuckles "You two could use a time for destinkization...But who will care after a few meads..."she winks and offers cousin a shot.

Nineve laughs softly. "If only Cyndre were with us. She can rival all but Prince Gerard himself for her insatiable thirst of mead."

Mozart says, "And, well, it's a mead hall. The mead itself perfumes the air."

Raphaela grins "They're of same size and spirit, they can take it." she chuckles.

Raphaela contemplates "We should make them drink duel sometime."

Log--A Small Wager

2007-12-31T03:46:39Z

A small scene that takes place in the local coffee house:

Leto does not take his eyes off of Nineve. He says, "Lady Estelle, would you be willing to take a commission from me?"

Sara ohs softly. "I don't plan my adventures. I just travel through the shadows with..." She pauses to glance over at Leto.

Sara says, "What do you have in mind, Lord Leto?"

Sara studies Leto watching Nineve, then looks back at Mozart questioningly.

"Sounds almost the soldier," Nineve says, shifting under the man's gaze. She reaches for her cup, fingers brushing to the top and spilling the contents. Hot tea over bare skin is always enough to steal someone's attention. "By the..." she exclaims.

Leto grins, "Well, Lady Nineve and I are sparring today. I would make a wager with you Mia Stella. If I win the sparring match today, You will allow Lady Estelle to do a painting of you. That is if you are willing to do it, Lady Estelle."

Mozart arches his brow again and sips.

Sara offers Nineve a clean handkerchief. She seems to keep a lot of them on her, to clean charcoals.

Nineve reaches for the kerchief to clean up the mess. Blonde curls fall about her cheeks to hide the blush that dawns there, reflecting in her mumbled words. "You are intent on trying to prove such a wager from last night," she grouses in a most unladylike fashion.

Mozart hides a smile with a sip.

Sara takes similar action behind her coffee cup.

Leto nods, "I do not deny it. So, how about it? Now, name your price for the wager."

Sara says helpfully. "If Lady Nineve is willing, I'll be delighted to do the portrait for-" She does name her price, it is double the usual artist's commission. Then she looks back to Nineve with wide, innocent eyes.

Leto is grinning widely now. He agrees to Sara's price with a gesture. His eyes still locked on Nineve.

Mozart chuckles, low. Almost subsonic.

Nineve casts a wary look first to Leto and then smiles faintly to Sara. "I guess that it is a wager," she sighs and settles back into her chair. The napkin still clutched between her fingers, no matter the damp state.

Sara says, "Maybe you ought to pretend to lose, Lady Nineve." With a teasing edge in her tone. "Then I can treat you to something on Lord Leto's expense."

Mozart says, "And if she wins?"

Leto says, "Yes, what is your price of wager Mia Stella?"

Sara says, "Maybe Lady Lucretia will kindly treat us on Lord Leto's expense."

"Oh dear, I rarely wager," Nineve replies and leans back to consider this. "Hmm... should I win, you must accept my statements for truth and spend one night with Cyndre and all of us drinking at the Mead hall" She quirks a brighter smile. "For the same of what the painting would cost." She drop her tone to a mock conspiratorial whisper. "And you've not /seen/ the amount of mead that my friend can drink."

Leto applauds briefly, "Well done, I accept the terms of the wager, all but one.

Mozart says, "Oh my."

Leto looks fondly at Nineve, "I will not allow you to run yourself needlessly into the ground with your statements. They are not true for the most part, and to accept them as such would insult both you and me. Do we still have a bet?"

Mozart looks to Sara. "I'm curious what those statements are. Are you curious?"

Sara measures a couple of nods to Mozart. "We'd make poor witnesses if we do not know the story in its entirety. Don't you agree?"

Mozart chuckles & salutes Sara with his cup.

Nineve arches a brow and provides such a statement for Mozart. "I voiced a simple truth of my standing with men," she flashes a smile to Sara and Jack at that. "Ah, but that is the crux... to admit that I could possibly be right."

Leto sits calmly and says, "Or you might be wrong. Time will tell there. You really are to harsh on yourself Mia Stella."

"And what," Sara drawls out, her gaze sweeps over Nineve. "Is your standing with men, Lady Nineve? It must be quite an opinion, to move Lord Leto to such extent."

Mozart grins slightly, around the rim of his mug, before sipping.

Deirdre orders a coffee at the counter, then looks around. She gives Sara a smile, then a general nod to the others before she moves to a table.

Deirdre sits down at the table in the back.

Sara turns at the stir Deirdre's entrance caused. She returns the princess' smile and bows her head politely.

Nineve 's smile twists into a cheshire grin. "That my dealings with men border on finding means to bear them insult or somehow find a way to taste the sole of my boots," she offers and her gaze steady upon Leto once more. "But the wager isn't of my social skills but martial."

Sara flips her sketchbook close. "Has she given you insults yet, Lord Jack?"

Deirdre's head turns at Nineve's words, and her expression is unabashedly curious. Whether it's 'wager' or 'martial', Nineve has her attention.

Leto returns the gaze steadily as he answers Sara's question, "Why Lady Estelle, first and foremost Lady Nineve is mia Cugina's dear friend. It would be very remiss of me not to care for one who is such. Besides, I am fond of her myself, if that is not already very apparent."

Sara smiles brightly at Nineve. "Why, my Lady, it seems that even if you win the battle, you will not win the war."

Mozart says, "Oh, quite."

Nineve grimaces and settles back into her chair. "You are an exceptionally difficult man," she notes to Leto, smiling faintly. She looks towards Mozart and then Sara. "We've only just met by a day or so ago."

Deirdre drinks her coffee in uninterrupted solitude, her expression and posture relaxed, and mildly unwelcoming. Then with a click of booted heels on the flagstones, she departs.

Leto smiles, "Yes, I am difficult at times. I also know what I like. So, do we still have a bet?

Sara tucks the ornate case back into a velvet pouch and gathers up the sketchbook. "What is time?" She rises to her feet. "Please do let me know the result of your wager. Have a good day, gentlemen, Lady Nineve."

Leto stands and bows to Sara, "Be well Lady Estelle, until we meet again.

Nineve says, "was a pleasure to meet you, my lady. And as the spar is this afternoon, I shall send word right after." She looks down to her own book. "Would you like to join us Lord Mozart?"

Mozart says, "Certainly. How long from now?"

"I will need a little time to prepare. There's one who will be exceptionally upset if he's not exercised and hears men's voice," she confesses and shifts to stand.

Leto says, "Well then, let us depart for the nonce. Where do you wish to conduct this Mia Stella?"
"The Oisen? Have you been there," Nineve offers. Though she finally reaches out and touches Leto's arm. "What does that mean? Mia Stella?"

Mozart says, "My star."

Mozart grins and sips.

Leto says, "Yes, it means My Star, You shine so prettily Lady Nineve, in so many ways. No, I have not been to that place, but I should have little difficulty finding it."

Nineve 's frown resurfaces and she gathers up her book. "Right, shall we say in a half hour by the water's edge?" She looks to Mozart. "You are welcome to join us, my lord."

Mozart says, "Certianly"

Leto bows formally, "In half an hour then. I look forward to it. Until then." He turns to Jack, "Lord, until then. Your presence there, and your company here has been a pleasure.

Nineve nods and rises. "Until then. For now, I will see to Gladigo's exercises," she replies and offers a bow to the two noblemen.