Avalon/Roleplay Section/Hector/Book 2/Siohban Training
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Siohban's Training Part I
Roleplay by Siobhan
Was it the lack of sleep, the long journeys before, or twelve hours of preaching? She physically felt tired, but her thaughts were clear. She put on her Druid's attire, grabbed her bag filled with books, notes, little bags of dried herbs, some stones... It looked a bit of a mess in there, but it was allright. The leather had darkened from intensive use, but it served its purpose. It was getting dark as she walked through the camp. She was greeted by the soldiers, who were eating their rations. There was not much food to be found. Just outside of the large white tent she halted. "Lord Hector?"
"Yes, Siobhan, come in."
She entered the tent, which was scarcely lit. It took her eyes a moment to adjust.
Lord Hector, who was standing facing some kind of small shrine, greeted it by folding his right fist into his left hand, bowing his head at the same time. Instinctively, she did the same. Apparantly, Lord Hector performed his evening prayers at his own altar, not in open air as she does. He turned around to face her, a large man not only in stature, but even more so in charisma. He was one who surely immediately commanded respect of anyone.
He smiled and gestured towards an open-back chair, in which she took place. "Would you like something to drink?" His voice had suffered during the long hours of preaching. "Some water will be fine, my Lord."
"Nonsense, why trust the water if you have wine? After all, in vino veritas."
Indeed. Well, why not. She could take a drink as well as any man, even more so. But she would have liked to remain sober as she was planning on taking notes of wisdom from this great Druid. And as a slight level of intoxication much improved her speaking abilities, her writing it would not.
She took the drinking horn of wine he offered her with a smile. It smelled excellent. She raised it up to him. "Wassail!"
"Wassail!", he responded, looking at her.
She set her horn down in front of her as she assembled her writing gear for what was sure to be a long night...
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