[center][h1][color=007236]Troe Revinah[/color][/h1][/center] 
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[center][h1][color=FF4E3D][b]Nitonka Zhtomir[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

Troe patted his sleeve down a bit after Tonka let go. [color=007236]“I assure you this isn’t a ‘say some shit and storm away talk.’ I suppose if you’ve also got questions this talk should be tit for tat.”[/color] Troe said, fairly interested in what this woman had to ask him. Even if she was from Irinoth she probably wouldn’t recognize him at this point. It had been years since he left, and knowing his father they likely said he was killed by a wild boar or something. 

It didn’t matter, he needed to confirm something anyway so his own secret would be a fair enough exchange. [color=007236]“So, given your build and how you carry yourself I can’t help but assume you’re from Irinoth yourself. Six foot plus warrior women aren’t unheard of, and are honestly pretty celebrated...It would explain the battle damage too.”[/color] He said, inwardly slapping himself for making statements instead of asking questions. [color=007236]“Am I right?”[/color]

Nitonka was actually caught off guard by Troe's question, as this was the first time someone asked her about her heritage since leaving Airi. Not that she was ashamed or anything but she was unsure if letting people know she was essentially a Bandit Princess was a good idea or not. Though the mention of women similar to her build peaked her interest in Irinoth significantly, mentally cursing her old man for sending her the furthest possible island away from it. The mention of her arm made her hand go up to the stump [color=FF4E3D]"honestly I might start telling people that..."[/color] she showed a rare moment of vulnerability that not many got to witness, her hand going back to bracing her as she looked out onto the ocean. Snapping herself back to her usual self, she cleared her throat [color=FF4E3D]"unfortunately not, the story behind this is not as exciting as it would be if it had happened on a battlefield"[/color] her tone making it hard to detect if that had been a joke or her being serious. [color=FF4E3D]"I am the daughter of the Ex-Knight Captain of Molto, and my family use to be nobles on Santorini but that was a long time ago. You might have heard something that could shed light on what happened but I'm almost positive that they would have destroyed any record of the Zhtomir family. My turn now, why would you ask that? In my experience, asking a question like that could only make me assume it might not have been good if I said yes''[/color] she was probing simply because it interested her when people took up wanting to talk to her. She wasn't exactly the easiest to walk up too, she assumed it took a bit of determination and confidence to sit across from her so to speak.

Troe was actually kind of confused by Tonka’s response. Santorini? Really? Somebody from the island of tourists produced a warrior of this natural caliber? He hadn’t seen a woman this built since his mother tried to set him up with a nearby noblewoman’s daughter...Or actually his mother was at least the same height now that he thought back. [color=007236]“I’m afraid I wouldn’t know anything about the goings on with nobles in Molto...I guess I did say this talk would be tit for tat, so I can’t brush over your question. It wouldn’t have been some terrible revelation if you were, at least from my perspective. Though I suppose depending on what part of Irinoth you would have said, it could have gone poorly for me.”[/color] Troe admitted, though not showing any fear. Part of him was avoiding spilling the beans as to why...though he forced himself onward slightly uncomfortable now that he had to reveal that information when his assumption was incorrect from the start. [color=007236]“I ask that you don’t bring this up with the others, but we do still have something in common in this situation. One could also call me a ‘former noble.’ I’m of one of the higher up families of Rjaskav, though I was exiled for not being able to wield a weapon properly.” [/color]

Nitonka was slightly more interested in this man, having a similar path it seemed was something she did not expect to find. It wasn't far fetched she supposed but Troe seemed like a pretty normal man. [color=FF4E3D]"It seems fate or whatever the fuck is up there has crossed our paths for the better then"[/color] unsheathing her axe from its holder, holding it between them [color=FF4E3D]"I happen to be pretty fucking okay at wielding a weapon, and I'm the best practice opponent you'll ever get. I however want to learn about magic from you, I saw what you did at the bar earlier. My father never needed magic, so he never learned, but my mother was supposedly a mage, so I assume I'm just as capable. Sound like a deal?"[/color] She didn't exactly expect him to agree with it, but she wouldn't give up at attempting to get him to teach her about magic. Her eyes staring into his with deep conviction, this was an opportunity to get stronger.

[color=007236]“Huh.”[/color] Troe responded, this was a bit of an unexpected development. [color=007236]“I guess that proves beyond any doubt that you’re not connected to Irinoth.”[/color] He said, dropping his own guard slightly. He thought for a second and hesitated, he had never really considered taking a student or anything...And a giant one armed barbarian woman wasn’t exactly what any mage would expect to try teaching the intricacies of magic. “Given what you’ve said…” He didn’t exactly know where to start as far as teaching went, so this was going to be a learning experience. [color=007236]“We’re going to be stuck on this boat for a while, and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want to see how someone like yourself would develop, so…”[/color] He held out his hand, making certain it wasn’t on her stubbed side.

[color=FF4E3D]"Hah! You are full of surprises Troe, I'd say its Irinoth's loss they don't have you around"[/color] the girl couldn't contain her smile as she violently shook his hand. [color=FF4E3D]"Well now that we got this out of the way, we should probably go join the others before it looks suspicious. And don't worry about the whole keep it a secret thing, I've still got a few myself"[/color] giving him a thumbs up, before walking back to the deck of the ship where it seemed everyone was introducing themselves. 

Catching Kavias he introduced himself and Sam, the angelic girl that approached her early seemed to have gotten approval to stay with the group, telling everyone her name was Aleria after. Ashley had spoken up for herself and Mikhail, Margot speaking after. While the girl wasn't Tonka's favorite so far, she acknowledged her statement in wanting to grow, if she was telling the truth. Speaking up next, Nitonka stood tall [color=FF4E3D]"Names Nitonka, but you all will call me Tonka, unless they want to swim for the rest of the trip. I'm tall as fuck, I'm good with an axe and I'm here to fight strong opponents, I dont think there's much else to say"[/color] she held her [url=https://images.app.goo.gl/x216WLmzC3srN51AA]axe[/url] like a cane with the head touching the ground.

Troe followed her out and listened in, it clearly couldn't be helped. [color=007236]"I'm Troe."[/color] He said, initially intending for that to be the entirety of his explanation before sighing. [color=007236]"I'm a mage and a scholar, I intend to study whatever's going on and document the results."[/color]