[h2]Jakobe and Sanguin C Support[/h2]

With the battle over and the members of the Reclaimers alive and intact, Jakobe had dismounted Thunderclap, leaving him in the village's stable. His longsword sheathed at his hip and his halberd strung on his back, Jakobe set off to speak to Sanguin about the wound she'd received at the back end of the battle. Making his way over to the masked warrior woman, Jakobe gave a nod of approval and spoke. "How's that wound treating you? Didn't look like much, but sometimes it's the smallest ones that get you. Damned dragon managed to give me a painful one on my arm."

At the cavalier's approach, Sanguin paused her repairs and looked up. "Wound? Oh...I guess I haven't been thinking about it. When I'm fighting, I sorta give myself a second to, er, take notice of the pain, maybe vent a little, and then push it away. No use thinking about the hurting when there's still enemies alive." She did not respond to Jakobe's own statement about his wound, though her brow did furrow slightly. A strand of red hair fell into her eyes, but she didn't seem to mind. Setting her whetstone and oilcloth aside, the now unmasked woman leaned forward slightly before leaning back again. It was clear she didn't quite know how to address the man, or she was hesitant to talk to a person of a higher class. "So... Yahk-obb. Should I be callin' you sir? Sorry. I never got much chance to be 'round higher-ups in the troop, jus' rough infantry mostly. Beggin' your pardon and all that, but are you not from Bravura? Jus' thought Yahkobb is a weird sorta name, if you don't mind me sayin'."

Shaking his head, Jakobe gave Sanguin a nod. "Well, as long as you get to it before the maggots do. Though, it's prudent to remain aware of any injuries you've sustained in combat. I trust you know what you're doing, all in all." He wasn't sure that her technique was wise, but as long as it worked for her, he wouldn't raise a fuss unless she got seriously hurt.

Her hesitance to speak frankly to him was a bit disturbing, but Jakobe paid it little heed. "There's no need. I'm only cavalry, really. Sir Hugh's the leader of this motley crew we've got going here. As for my origins, aye, I'm from Bravura. And aye, the name I was given is a bit odd, but I've no problems with it. Served me well for twenty-six years, and I hope it'll serve me for quite a while longer. Yourself? Sanguin...that's a rather...well, dark, name. Blood."

"Oh." That made sense. Why hadn't she thought of that? She'd have to see Timothy later. Or perhaps Marcus; Tim had been rather pallid following the events of the first battle. She wasn't so sure he had it in him to see the campaign through.

The fact that Jakobe was only cavalry seemingly surprised Sanguin. It hadn't occurred to her that a man with several weapons, armor, and a horse could be anything less than top-class material, the sort that didn't hang around much with lowly infantry. Then again, she realized, he was talking to her now. It was kind of weird to her, but she decided to make an effort to be open with him. His next question, however, caught her off guard. "Blood? Yeah, I guess it is." There was a brief but audible pause before she continued, as if remembering. "It's not my real name though. It's Heather..." she furrowed her eyebrows in concentration. "Duvalier. Yeah. Sanguin is just a sort of show name, for the battlefield, you know. Can't have a fearsome, red wolf girl named Heather. Plus, it's helped me...well, it's helped a little. With all the killing." Sanguin didn't know quite how to explain it, and she felt even trying to breach the subject was like exposing something personal about her.

Jakobe let out a small chuckle at Sanguin-no, Heather's- explanation of her 'show name'. It was true that Sanguin held much more danger and power to it than 'Heather' did, but the same explanation also made the cavalier screw up his face in thought before nodding. "You're right about that. The killing. I don't find any joy in cutting a man down in the prime of his life. War...war is a horrible thing." As quickly as his concern for his ally had appeared, all thoughts other than the brutal nature of combat fled Jakobe.

"I'm sorry, I should go. I need to speak with Sir Hugh about our dragon situation, I believe." Giving a curt nod before he turned and started moving away, Jakobe took a deep breath and squared his shoulders as he started walking.

Sanguin wondered if she'd said something wrong, but instead of trying to pursue Jakobe she looked down. "See ya later," she mumbled at her scimitar.