[b]Constance[/b]

“Me?” The man barks out a laugh that makes his whole body shake with mirth as he drags himself to his feet. “Perish the thought, I could think of no one less suitable than an itinerant magician cast out from his noble court. No, not me. But...I’m less convinced that it’s not you, at least temporarily. Do you really think that a sword of such nobility has but [i]one[/i] destined wielder and a single name? That you are the first such seeker?” He laughs again, this one sharp enough to cut your heart. 

Did you know your grandmother, Constance? The one who was a witch of a grand lake. Did she ever talk to you of her life, or tell you stories of the sword you bear?

[b]Robena[/b]

The lady Sandsfern was thorough. Your body aches in every muscle, some you had forgotten you had. The last time you felt like this was after a long massage in the baths of Constantinople, and there is nowhere here to melt into a pool of hot water to relax. But the victory is yours and the lady Sandsfern’s respect for your prowess.

“I guess I do” she says. “Your protection in particular” and there is a smirk on her face that shows just one fang and promises much later. She steps over to the bar, where the tavern keep is giving her a dirty look while handing out a pile of silver to...is that Tristan, the monster slayer you met in Lostwithiel? Wasn’t he going on a hunt when you left, what’s brought him here?

Regardless, the lady Sandsfern hands the tavern keep three coins of gleaming gold and the woman’s scowl turns to a grin. “Come back for another match anytime my lady, beer on the house” she nods happily, and the lady Sandsfern beckons you to join her. 

You ought to greet Tristan first, then you can tell your lady your story over drinks. 

[b]Tristan[/b]

It seems you’ve won your bet. It was quite a match, Robena withstanding blow after blow like a great boulder more even than a bear until she cornered the bright-haired lady (Sandsfern, her name was, didn’t she have a keep near Lostwithiel that had been burned down in a fire?). Have you ever seen anyone else fight like that? 

The tavern keeper doesn’t really have eyes for you, though she gives you a sheepish grin as reward for your victory along with the coins before turning her scowl to Sandsfern. A scowl that turns right around as you see three gleaming gold coins brought out to pay for the expenses. The lady takes a seat next to you, and the other patrons start spreading back out to a few other tables, a couple slipping out for the evening as well. Robena seems to be coming over as well, and you may have much to catch up on given your adventures.