Binbma

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As the group crossed the frosted fields entering the town of Binbma they were greeted by the village locals with offers of hot soup and fresh bread. The snow capped houses lined the mountain base, each with smoke bellowing out of their chimneys. In the town center, shops offering various rustic goods lined the roads.

"Warriors! Welcome to Binbma, training village of the Muieca-ynnum infantry. The cold here serves as both a physical and mental trial on the average body. Our mission here is to use their equipment and courses to hone our diverse array of talent and become a single unstoppable force. Togive you the authentic experience," Nooj gave a cynical laugh. "you will given as much special treatment as the greenest enlisted man here. Sleep hard tonight janseh for tomorrow...you're mine." After Nooj's speech of the groups future he turned and walked into town.

"Come my friends and I'll show you where you will bunk for the night." said Escrat as he motioned the group to follow him.

The crusaders entered an inn outside of the city square. It was warm and inviting. The innkeeper ushered them in and offered to take their luggage to their assigned rooms, explaining that the inn came equipped with a bar and dinner services. After his brief but through explanation of the lodge he bowed and began to move the groups luggage upstairs.

Escrat bowed and thanked the innkeeper, then turned to face the group. "You are free to do as you please tonight here in Binbma. The only thing that is asked of you is that you will be back no later than midnight so that you can rest for tomorrow..." Escrat gave the group a stern look. "I do trust you will be back earlier, after today I am not allowed to interfere with Count Nooj's trainings, no matter how sadistic they may be." He paused and gave the group time to absorb his message.

Taneyr settled down at a table in the inn, immediately ordering lunch. He looked at the rest of the group. "If I were you, I would listen to that little man. Nooj will not go easy on us." He smiled at the barkeep as he set down Taneyr's ale.

Sydnee snorted. "I think the man is overly zealous and ridiculous." He settled into a seat at the table across from Taneyr, and leaned back with his hat titled over his face. He crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. "Besides, it never works to sternly suggest something. One often then feels the need to defy orders just for the sake of being difficult." He closed his eyes, licked his lips, and settled in for a short nap.

Hren neighed darkly as Inkah got him settled in the stables, taking off his saddle, bridle and everything else that kept him constricted; he didn't like the cold and he didn't enjoy the regimental look of the place. "I know, boy," she took a brush out of his saddle bag to groom him, "it's not ideal but it is necessary." He reared up, backing away from her moodily as her shoulders fell. She sighed and pulled out a carrot. She raised her eyebrows as she waved it in front of her, "You can't tell me you don't want this. Come on, Renny. Please?" The horse stomped a hoof but reluctantly gave in.

Bael sat herself down on the chair across the round table from Sydnee. Her mouth began to water greedily as fresh bread and slices of thick aged cheese were set down in front of them and tankers brimming with dark ale were placed in front of each of their plates.

Taneyr held up his tankard in a salute to Bael, who had seated herself next to him. "Good ale, fine company, and good food. I guess I should enjoy this while I still can."

Caja sat down sulkily in the corner. After the last incedent at a tavern, she wasn't going to cause any sort of scene. That, and she wasn't all together certain that her travel companions had fully forgiven her yet for getting them ran out of the town. Especially Inkah, who had not gotten her sword back. Caja sighed and swung her feet like a small child who was bored.

The arm across her shoulders didn't help either, but Llyvurn found it was appropriate to both make sure the girl was in fact staying still and out of trouble, and she was protected from the others. He know none of them would hurt the girl, but sometimes looks could be more hurtful than swords; although usually when you'd been stabbed so many times that it didn't really bother you. "Does this place have anywhere that can fix clothes?" he asked out loud, one of his fingers playing with the many holes that had been a man's attempt to give him multiple belly buttons with a broken bottle.

After a while of calming her horse and goading him to forgive her with more carrots than she would have liked to have thought about, Inkah wandered into the bar, picking up an apple on her way back to the table. She looked to Llyvurn, walking in just as he spoke, "I might be able to help you there."

"Oh?" Llyvurn hoped that no one spotted the slight movement around Caja's shoulders as his hand moved from mildly protective to the kind of thing a person would use if a wolverine was eyeing their baby. "Have you much experience fixing clothes?" he asked, his voice trained to show no emotion but the innocent questions of an interested person "I'm afraid I've never been very good at it myself."

"I tend to be good with fixing things, so long as they're not too complicated. If all it needs is a needle and thread, I should be able to repair it." She passed the apple between her hands, her face expressed nothing but calm. Perhaps, there was slight worry in the depths of her irises or the line of her mouth but she tried not to show it. Inkah was sure that their stay here would be hard, harder than anything she'd faced before.

"Well... it's not just one" Llyvurn lifted up his thick cloth covering, showing he was wearing more layers than some books had pages. There were cuts through most of it, in fact it seemed the cloth had been some strange armour that had taken all of the damage and left the bard unscathed beneath. "I don't mind if you want to sew them all at the same time, but it's going to take a long needle to do that" he said, poking one of the holes experimentally.

Through the entire exchange, Caja kept her eyes on the floor, avoiding Inkah's gaze. Her feet stopped swinging, and she pressed herself tightly against the back of her chair, as if to get as far away from Inkah as possible.

The woman in question couldn't help but notice the way Caja shrank away from her, a pained expression crossed her face. For a moment she ignored Llyvurn's speech and moved sit beside the girl, "Why do you cower away from me? There's no quarrel between us."

Caja mumbled something too faintly for either of the people near her to hear. She shrank unconciously towards Llyvurn when Inkah had sat, and stared at her feet, which were held a little out in front of her.

"Caja, please look at me? I'm not going to hurt you." Inkah smiled softly at her even though she wasn't looking. She hoped her gentle tone of voice would soothe the young one of any fear that she felt, despite not knowing why the girl seemed so afraid.

Taking a deep breath, Caja looked up at Inkah. "I'mmasorry'bootyouswor'an'I'llbuy'oonewone," she said quickly, forming the sentance into one word in her rush to get it out. She looked at her feet again, tears sparkling in her eyes.

Inkah let out a soft laugh, "No need, in fact, you inspired me so much that I have a better one." She pulled the stolen sword from her waist, tilting it so that it glistened in the light, "I stole this from a cult member, if I'd never met you, I probably wouldn't've had the guts to do it. So I should thank you." She placed the sword on her knees and held out a hand to Caja, "All forgiven?"

Looking up at the older woman, Caja nodded weakly and gave her a half smile. "I'mma still gonna make i' up ta 'oo." She was determined to do something for the woman. After all, she had inadvertantly been the one who caused the entire group to have to camp out in the forest instead of being able to stay at the inn.

Bael who had been casually overhearing the conversation from her station at the table gave a bark of a laugh. "Lass I haven't had that much fun in a loooong time! Here's to you!" and with that Bael lifted her mug of ale to her lips and chugged it down in glorious fashion. Setting down the tankered she wiped the foam mustache from her upper lip and leaned back in her chair, humming a drinking song to herself.

Taneyr lauged and held up his tankard as well. "Have not been in a full out brawl for a long time. Glad to know I can still hold my own." He took a swallow, matching Bael, though without the foam mustache. He set his tankard down on the table and gave Caja a grin.

Laughing once more Inkah turned to Llyvurn, "Now, about your shirts..." She sheathed her sword and rested her elbow on her knee, leaning her chin on her hand. Her eyes moved from hole to hole, attempting to work out which way would better suit the clothes and which would last the longest.

"Yeah" Llyvurn said, trying not to sound glad that she brought this up so he didn't have to. He tugged at the shirts, grinning at the layers that had resisted the bottle blow "I'm glad to have someone who can repair things. More often than not a wheel will come off my cart and I'll have to pick up the broken axel myself and carry it as far as I can."

"I like to be useful. At home my brothers were always breaking things, I had a lot to fix." Inkah wandered over to the bar, asking the barkeep for a large needle and a reel of strong thread. She returned to Llyvurn, still looking contemplative, "which would you rather, sewing them all at the same time or baring your chest for a while?" 

"I don't mind a little bare skin if no one else does" Llyvurn said with a slight shrug, looking around at the others. He might need some help getting out of the shirts though, it wasn't like armour that had hinges to let you out, he had to pull his face out of several neck holes, some of which were rather small...

Bael looked at Llyvurn with slightly gazed eyes and a quirky smile. "I've never been on the other end of this request..." She finished with a wink and another large gulp from her newly refilled tankered of ale.

Sydnee snorted, his head bobbing for a moment before he settled back into slumber.

Taneyr finished his ale and food and sat back, thinking that Sydnee had the right idea. He would retire soon and go to sleep. Let the young ones enjoy the evening off.

Glancing over uncertainly at Llyvurn, Caja shook her head. She had no idea what to say to this. "Choo ain' shy aboot yer body, are ya?" Caja knew that most of the street children tended to run around in little more than long shirts and ripped pants if they could manage it.

"course not" Llyvurn was matching her accusation with a purposefully childish remark, looking like he was a moment away from just sticking his tongue out at them "I just don't want others to feel like I didn't care about their opinion." He looked around at everyone, wondered why he hadn't bought a drink when he had the oppertunity, then reached down and started to pull off his tops. He wasn't filthy beneath them, not on Caja's level at least, but he certainly hadn't seen a fresh source of water in the past few days to bathe in. He'd been on a new road after all. The shirts were all piled on top of each other, so stiff that they didn't really bend when he tried pulling them up over his head as he pulled his head out of the hole and lifted the shirts off him. Underneath he was quite pale, the only things whiter than his skin were the occasional scars that marked his body. He was also not the same shape of the warriors; his muscles weren't clearly defined like the knight probably was, his ribs were not on display easily like Caja's toast rack body. He was just... ill defined, like a piece of clay someone had smacked down onto a wheel then forgotten about. With nipples.

Inkah took the shirts from him and began sewing, trying to work quickly so that she could get his clothes back to him. She guided the needle with deft hands and attentive eyes, fixing any other holes she found too even if they weren't caused by the bottle.

Llyvurn sat there, feeling absolutley and utterly aware of his nipples and everyone else around him. "Soooooo" he said, trying to break the tension that was probably all within his head "I... really need a drink." He sat there, eyes straight ahead with his hands clasped in front of him with shy nerves.

Bael could feel the buzz of the ale beginning to wear off as she dipped into the food set before them. This did not bother her a bit. She didn't think that a hangover would have been the best state to be in in the morning, not at the mercy of Nooj anyway. Besides, Bael wasn't a drunk...usually. Alcohol and explosives tended not to bode well. At least her in experience. Her growling stomach eased up as she swallowed a hunk of cheese and bread. With a contented sigh she glanced around, truly aware of the conversation for the first time since she started drinking. Bael glanced around her shoulder at Llyvurn and did a quick double take.

Chuckling softly Inkah handed the bottom shirt back to him, the bottle had barely pierced the material, so it was easily fixed and took little work.

The shirt was back on in seconds, Llyvurn was still staring straight ahead however while trying to stop his cheeks from turning bright pink. One shirt was down, good, he was decent, but until he was underneath every single layer he wasn't going to feel protected.

Caja watched Inkah sew, intently interested in repairing clothes. She didn't know the mechanics of it, but watched every move Inkah made. It might be useful in the future, she thought to herself. Despite her many layers of ragged clothes, much like Llyvurn's, hers tended to be more fluid than the older man's. She glanced back at him for a moment, then turned back to Inkah.

After the first few shirts Inkah found herself in the flow of her sewing, she was able to work quicker than she had been. She handed the finished shirts to Llyvurn and begun the next in one fluid motion. Glancing up at Caja she smiled, "I could teach you, if you like."

Llyvurn wondered just how much Caja would be learning on this trip... and also wondered if he should watch Inkah a little more closely for a while. She seemed different from the others, not that there was anything wrong with the others... just different. He hadn't really managed to see much of her so far, she was very silent. Maybe he could change that.

Sydnee stretched and yawned, tilting his head to the side. It was getting late, and he wasn't a huge fan of being tired at the start of the day. "I think I'll be turning in now," he murmured to the rest of the group before standing. "I wish you all a good night's rest."

"And a golly good day to you, sir," Bael's voice was muffled in the sound of the tankard as she took another deep gulp, as she set it down she smacked her lips and finished, "just in case I'm not in the mood in the morning..."

Across the room Escrat walked through the room. "Dear friends it is getting late. May I suggest you all retire for the night? You will find your beds upstairs." He gave the group a great smile.

Inkah looked up at Escrat as he spoke and then turned to give Llyvurn his fixed shirts. She pulled her fingers through her hair and stood, bowing her head to the others before making her way to her room.

Taneyr stood slowly, rubbing his eyes and stretching. "That is my cue, I suppose." He vanished upstairs, going straight to an empty room and falling asleep rather quickly.

Watching the others leave, Caja gathered herself and stood, walking over to the stairs. She was uncertain about sleeping in the second floor of a building, but went up nonetheless. Caja found an empty room, pulled the blankets and pillows from the bed and made a nice pallet for herself on the floor. The bed would be much too soft anyway. She fell into a semi-sleep, restful in a way, but mostly it kept her alert to noises both outside and within her room.

Bael opened the door to the room she was to be sharing with Inkah. They were the oldest women after all. It was just as well. Bael hated sleeping alone. Somehow in the solitude of night the demons that haunted her found her all the easier. They were less frequent with a companion. Tip toeing across the room she began to take off her layers, trying not to wake Inkah. This was rather difficult however as Bael's particular fashion sense involved lots of leather and metal studs...

"It's alright. I'm still awake." Inkah propped herself up on her elbows. She had been laying awake, unable to sleep with thoughts of the next day buzzing about her brain, until Bael had walked in. Offering a tired smile she pulled herself into a sitting position.

"Thank goodness," said Bael with a small laugh as she let her bracers and bodice fall to the floor with a loud clamor. She was left standing in only her loose shirt. With a sigh she folded her pants and tucked her boots under her bed. The ring around her neck glinted in the dim lighting as Bael shifted her blankets around and fell into the bed with a contented sigh.

"You seem to be adjusting well to all of this." She moved her hands in an extravegant gesture as she spoke as if hoping to encapsulate the largeness of the situation. Inkah leant her head on the head board and fiddled with a few loose threads from her own blankets.

Bael blinked slowly and then looked in Inkah's general direction. Her eyes were still adjusting so the girl was only a dim shadow in the dark room. "Well..." said Bael after a moment of silence, "I guess I just try to cross each bridge as I come to it..." pause, "and trying not to burn it down in the process, " she added with a crooked grin up at the ceiling.

Inkah chuckled, "That's one way of doing it, I suppose." She smiled, it was nice to be in good company even when that company wasn't too familiar. She looked towards the window, seeing a small ray of moonlight drifting through the rickety shutters and displaying the dust motes as they floated about the room.

"For example," said Bael twisting the sheets lightly in her fingers, "I'm going to worry about being afraid of the Clynactims once I feel less trepidation about Nooj...Me thinks he has quite a bit in store for us tommorow..."

"Part of me wants to believe that he's just trying to scare us, the rest of me is telling that part to stop being stupid. It's going to be hard, really hard..." Her voice shook slightly as the weight of the situation began to slowly settle on her shoulders. Inkah let out a slow breath before shooting a nervous smile to Bael.

"I would tend to agree with the rest of you..." Bael said with a sigh, but casting a comforting smile back at Inkah. Bael wondered how much older she was than this girl, or Caja for that matter, and why the gods had chosen them, "He seems a very pitiless man..."

Inkah tilted her head, looking down at her lap, "He wants to get the job done, he's got more on his shoulders than us... he has us on his shoulders." Her brow furrowed at the strange mental image.

Bael laughed to herself, "Aye...that he does..." her eyelids were beginning to droop and grow heavy, humming a simple but eerie tune to herself she soon slipped into a light sleep, broken only by the occasional deep breath, Bael was a quiet sleeper...when she did sleep.

Llyvurn pulled up his covers over himself in his bed, eyes stared up at ceiling as the feel of the bed completely wrapping around him to add an extra wonderful layer of warmth. This... was strange, the group was strange, there was basically a child here who he had offerend to teach, the people were quiet, mysterious and oddly distant while still seeing each other every day. He would have to get them to share at some point he knew, but right now they were seperated by a lack of experience. A few had paired off, but they needed more than that, they needed the group to be whole to get through this all. How was he going to do that? Maybe the training would do it... but he also knew how he reacted when people drove him too hard, he hoped THAT wouldn't happen. But then others needed to know just how far to push their team mates, and maybe Nooj needed to learn people's limits.

At last the crusaders tucked themselves in for the night. Silence washed over the mountain inn, however this silence was soon to be interrupted. With a flurry of slamming doors, tens of soldiers entered the group’s rooms, shouting and pulling on them. They were rushed through the snow in their bed attire into the Binbma training grounds. As they were being pushed and screamed at, uniforms were thrown at them. The weather was even less forgiving with howling winds biting at their bare feet. At last the moment of confusion was over. The group, minus Taneyr for some odd reason, was in a line facing Count Nooj. His face was illuminated by the torches beside him.

“Get your uniforms on NOW!” Nooj barked watching his newest recruits being prodded and screamed at by the other soldiers once again.

It had been a brief moment when Llyvurn had woken up where he'd assessed the situation, realised that he didn't know the people around him, and put a soldier in a headlock. It was soon after this that he dropped the man again and tried to appologise over the noise. Right now he had a look of complete disinterest on his face, yawning slightly and digging one finger into his ear. He looked at his new uniform in his arms, then shrugged and began to pull the top on over the many other layers he wore.

Bael being a light sleeper had woken as soon as the soldiers had invaded their room. The soldiers retrieving her had a few good chunks taken out of them and a prolific amount of bruises. After realizing what was going on Bael subdued...barely. Standing outside up to her bare knees in snow she put the uniform on not truly out of following orders but more along the lines of she was freezing her digits off in only her shirt. There she stood, a glowering storm cloud, her grey eyes practically flashing with lighting.

Surprisingly Inkah had no trouble getting up and throwing herself into the uniform, if only to get the soldiers away from her especially in her state of undress. What she did have a problem with, however, was the cold; she had been so happy to get to a 'friendly' environment that she didn't even notice the cold the night before. She scowled fowards, muttering angrily under her breath; she wasn't much of a morning person particularly when it wasn't even light and her toes were surrounded with snow for any amount of time.

Somehow, while still wearing the uniform "appropriately", Sydnee managed to wear it loosely and in somewhat of a mess. He yawned, and looked lazily at the soldiers and then at Nooj. A keen look of disinterest flashed across his face.

Caja, who unlike the others had no bedclothes, simple put her uniform on over the rest of the disheveled mess. She glanced at the others as she belted it in place. The uniform, as she expected, was made for a person about twice Caja's size. She shifted from one foot to the other, glaring at the boots, which were still on the ground.

The soldiers stopped screaming as Nooj walked toward the group. He was greatly displeased with what he had to work with. "You lot are disgraces!" He shouted "Unmotivated, undetermined, and in my opinion not work the cloth on your backs!" Nooj spat as he spoke at the group. "If it wasn't for the people of Cusadrehk, I would have never given you the light of day! You are unfit for combat!" He marched up the line, hitting the groups ankles with the tip of his boot. "We have three months and not a day more to get you ready for combat. Direct your eyes to my left!" He ordered pointing to a sign for the Binbma Training regiment. Nooj then leaned in to the group. "The fate of every man, woman, and child rest on you...should you fail all hope is lost for the rest of us."

Inkah's eyes narrowed as Nooj's onslaught continued, a few choice words wanted to make their way to the tip on her tongue and out of her mouth but she held them back; loosing them would not make her morning better. She looked to the sign and breathed deeply, her nails bit into her palms as she listened to him.

There was this... SMIRK playing around Llyvurn's lips as he stood there, his arms crossed in front of him as he just watched Nooj silently. He knew the type, he wasn't going to respond... yet. It wasn't as if it would make a difference, right now he was in full thick headed mode and nothing but the worst insult could get through to him. He glanced over to the left, seeing the sign for the training regiment. Well that explained where the mob had come from.

Though the rest seemed less than impressed, Caja looked onto Nooj as if she were a fresh recruit in an army, nervous and exhilarated. Forgetting the boots, she looked over at the training grounds, an almost-grin on her face. She had never witnessed a captain giving orders, so had no idea what was really going on here with Nooj, though, as she glanced at the others, she could see that they were either getting angry or really not caring. This took her slightly aback, as she knew that they were there for training and Nooj was the one who was responsible for that training. And they were feeding and housing her, which was quickly earning Caja's undying loyalty.

Bael watched Nooj like an injured cat. You could practically see her bristling with electricity as her grey eyes followed his form silently as he spouted insults at them. Her shoulders were hunched, and her balance hung on balls of her feet. The fight or flight instinct had already set it. Men! was the only distinguishable word in her thoughts right now that wasn't a curse.

Sydnee's stance was calm and sturdy. He had seen worst, had, in fact, been worse, and wasn't about to bow down to someone else. He would do the training, yes. He would take all the steps to get him to his goal. But he would not impress or try hard. He would do only what he had to do.

Nooj Knew he wasn't getting through to them. "Let me make it clearer for those who are hard of hearing. You fail here", he looked at Sydnee "It's over and you get nothing. You fail here!" He then shifted his glance to Bael "Those who died at the hands of the Clynactims will be in vain. Maybe that's what you want ar?, to just fail out and go back to your failure lives. Running on a daily basis, always looking over your shoulder for the beasts, and just being another urchin in this world!" His eye was set on both Sydnee and Bael. "Well if I'm wrong then straighten your posture and actually look like you give a damn! I will motivate this unorganized ragtag cesspool of failure and work it into a fighting unit capable of commanding soldiers and winning battles!" Nooj went back to the center of the group. "You have one hour to square yourselves away at the bunk. afterwords you will report back to me on the CQC Field for your first lesson in blade combat. Dismissed!"

The choice words she had been holding in decided to come to the forefront of her attention; Inkah stepped forward, eyes steely, cold and yet igniting a flame that was beyond her control,"Perhaps, sir, you should look to yourself. An army is only as good as its leader, is it not?" She crossed her arms over her chest, straightened her shoulders and breathed in deeply, "We're what you have to work with. If you want us to do well you'd better accept that fact." She lingered for a moment, with shaking breath and nails once again biting into her skin, before turning to walk towards the stables; she would be damned if her horse went unfed. 

Like light Nooj was behind Inkah. He wrapped his massive arm around her waist and slammed her to the ground. Placing his foot under her throat he said "Lesson one: you speak when spoken to until I say different. Do it again and I'll make good on my word that you do not finish this training. The gods told me to send people packing...they weren't specific as to how." He released his foot and walked away.

"C'mere love," Bael murmured, reaching a hand down to Inkah and pulling her up. Brushing some snow from the girls shoulders, "Don't worry you're gonna do fine in this shit, you've already got more stones than me," she added with a crooked smile, "talking up to him like that!" Bael whistled under her breath, "it might take some time, but Nooj will realize we can't be like normal soldiers. They've all died against these things right?" Bael shook her head and looked at the disappearing figure of Nooj, "Our weakness are going to be where we fit together, we're like a puzzle. We can't all be alike or we will die." Bael shrugged, "not that we don't need the training..." The thought drifted around in the wind before Bael clapped Inkah's shoulder, "C'mon let's get some real clothes on..."

"Couldn't have put it better myself" Llyvurn said, going over to Bael and Inkah's side and watching as the man in armour retreated "I think I might have to destroy ihis pretty little world if he doesn't buck his own ideas up." He sighed, casting a glance down at Inkah's neck, luckily the heavy boot didn't seem to have left any marks "We should follow this for a while but he's got his head in the clouds. Right" he clapped his hands together and looked around "All my stuff is in the cart. I'll be heading out in a bit up to the training field if anyone wants a lift."

Caja watched Nooj go and shuddered. She turned back to the rest as Bael and Llyvurn both spoke, staying quiet for the moment. "'e scares me," she said simply about Nooj. She wasn't at all sure how to explain it, she didn't have the words necessary, but Nooj reminded her of a rather strict person who actually likes you but can't show it. She shook her head, ridding herself of the thought.

Sydnee chuckled, and playfully ruffled Caja's hear with one hand. "The secret to scary things is to make them seem less scary. Just look at him and picture him with a dress on or something." He winked at the girl, then added in a mutter under his breath, "and if we're lucky he'll die of a heart attack by the end of the week." Sydnee stretched and yawned, his eyes taking in the sights around them. It was going to be hard, dealing with someone like Nooj, but he had seen worse. Besides, there was one of him and six of them.

Inkah couldn't help but smile back them and nod to Bael's suggestion; she didn't trust her voice again just yet and her neck ached from the weight of Nooj's foot. She exhaled shakily, chastising herself mentally for her foolishness. She should have known that would happen, she should have expected it. Motioning to the others to follow she moved back to the inn with no doubt that the next hour would pass by quickly.

"Right... anyone know where the priest is?" Llyvurn asked, looking around at the people who had gathered there "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad they didn't drag the guy out at this time in the freezing cold, but where is he?" He didn't want the man to get left behind after all, he could heal people, and he had a feeling they'd need a lot of that on this trip.

The priest in question strolled out of one of the buildings, a cup of tea in one hand, and open book, which he was avidly reading, in the other. Taneyr did not look up until he noticed that his way seemed to be blocked by the most extraordinary group of cloths. Looking up, he saw Llyvurn and smiled at him. "Good morning. I see they have had the courtesy to dress you all this morning. Though I do prefer my own robes, I may have to change into an actual uniform at some point." He continued reading, walking around the group, headed in the same direction.

Sydnee thought for a moment, and then muttered to the group, "If the priest dies of a heart attack, do you think Nooj will conjure us up another?" He watched the priest as he walked away. Sydnee stroked his chin, obviously in thought over the matter.

"If anyone gets hurt I am personally breaking Nooj's mind" Llyvurn told them happily, his smile perhaps a little too eager for that idea. "Still... off we go right? I'm going to my cart..." He looked over to Caja, wondering if she would join him at his cart.

Caja watched Taneyr walk past, then, as everyone else started talking, she suddenly said, "Why wasn' 'e drug ou' 'ere like a dog?!" Shaking her head, she walked over to follow Llyvurn, still staring after Taneyr.

"Probably because even soldiers won't be thick headed enough to drag an aging priest out of bed early. There's godly retribution and there's priestly retribution, and the welts on my backside remind me the priests can be worst" Llyvurn said quietly, letting out a soft laugh and leaning in close as if he telling Caja a dirty secret "And maybe Nooj realises that he can't touch Taneyr with a five foot pole."

Inkah couldn't help but smile slightly, she had not expected that the priest was able to look so casual even when clad in his formal robes. She looked to Caja, wondering the same thing, she hadn't thought about it until the words had left the girl's mouth and now it seemed a little odd. She was sure, however, that the reason would become clear in time.

The group gathered themselves and proceeded to the Binbma CQC Training.

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