Time: Morning
Location: River Port-The Surfside Café /Beach
Interactions: Annya[@princess] Bowyn [@Helo], Rue [@Potter], Kaleb[@FunnyGuy]
Mentions:, Raven Eris@Tae Saoroise[@Potter],  Kharne [@Kazemitsu] : Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos],

Equipment: 
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884 Amas.

It seemed that a weight had been lifted from the young dwarf solider.   Though his stature remained the same, he seemed to stand taller.  Once the letter had left his hand, it appeared that his misgivings and self doubt went with  it.  The letter represented the will and command of the King…his father.  Now that the lovely princess held it, the only thing that remained was to serve in any way possible.  Serving and obeying was what a soldier did.  It was what he hand trained to do for decades.  Yes, Arn the soldier was much more capable and sure of himself than Arn the prince. 

While the medic waited for Annay’s sharp eyes to scan the contents of the letter, more people arrived.  First and hard to miss was the leviathan of the dragon kin whom he had seen the previous night and early in the morning.  He brought in tow the white haired little lass who had taken off during his awkward introduction to the Princess and the two people he recalled seeing with Bowyn and Rue.  Suddenly the elven man addressed them all….by name.

This took the dwarf aback and he could not help but stare at the young elf.  Try as he might, Arn could not recall ever meeting the lad.  The soldier  furrowed his brow.  He felt at a disadvantage.  The man knew him but he did not know the man.  The confidence and sweetness the elven man radiated was like a ray of sun.  But to Arn, there was something strange about it.  Almost like looking through at the ray once it has been reflected by a mirror.  When the man gave his name to be Kaleb, This cemented Arn’s belief that he had never met the man. 

Perhaps Kaleb knew him from a conversation between Bowyn and Rue.  After all, how could a strange elf be able to point him out amongst the other dwarves walking about in river port.  He was even out of his Legionnaire armor.  He wondered how much the two inter fairies had divulged.  The solder could not help but hope that the young elf was indeed a friend.  A sudden fear gripped him.  What if the young elf and his companion were spies and had befriended Rue and Bowyn only to kidnap them to reveal what they knew?

Thankfully, as if to relieve him of this fear, the two fairies walked in as if summoned by him. Rue was looking lovely as always.  She had changed her outfit, the blue only made her porcelain skin that much more prevalent and the white of her hair like fresh fallen snow.  Bowyn was no less striking, his handsome face marred only by the obvious pain and hate reflected in his icy eyes.  Arn could not help but smile in approval as the winter fairy lad stepped up and offered his support to his lovely companion.  It appeared that they had made up.  The dwarf’s heart was happy. 

The medic returned Rue’s slight smile with a slight nod of his own.  His heart sighed.  At least, he could sleep easy at night knowing that the two childhood friends were not torn asunder because of him.  The smile that Bowyn offered the group however was less sincere but still worthy of note.  At least the lad was trying. He confirmed Arn’s suspicions about how Kaleb knew him when the winter fairy addressed the trio that followed Khaerne. [i][color=0054a6] “So they had been drinking huh….alcohol has a way to loosen lips”[/color][/i]  The young soldier thought. 

It did not however, soften Bowyn’s tone towards Arn.  The dwarf nearly shivered at the codness in the fairy’s voice.  Almost as if the cold winters of the north had settled in the lad’s heart. The dwarf found himself at a loss for words.  He wanted to reply to the winter fairy that he had left not to find better company but to not be a third wheel.  He wanted to explain he had seen the group and assumed it would be best if he was not part of them.  He wanted to tell Bowyn that he did not want to come between Rue and him.  Finally, he wanted to deny he had sought some bed partner.  However, all he managed to say was “um N…No Noo” Before the winter lad took a seat close enough to the group but far enough to not engage in direct conversation with Arn.
Thankfully, he was saved further awkwardness by the melodic voice of the Elven princess.  Her soft eyes and radiant smile somehow soothed him.  . At the mention and offer to partake in food, suddenly Arn found himself very hungry.  He nodded his thanks and acknowledgement.  The next hour passed by in an almost ethereal way.  He was amongst them but not truly a part of them.  All the other groups seemed to know each other in some capacity.  So they gathered and spoke amongst themselves.  He was off on an edge of the table.  Hidden in plain sight. 

He managed to order his food and all but salivated when it arrived.  The plate contained three biscuits halved and drenched in white gravy with bits of spicy sausage.  A heathy helping of thick cut bacon and three sunny side up eggs accompanied them.  A separate plate with roasted herbed potatoes and bowl of oat porridge completed the ensemble.  To drink he forgoes the usual mead or ale that most dwarves drank for orange juice which was freshly squeezed. 

The dwarf attacked the meal with gusto.  Politics and social expectations were strange to him. But food he knew.  Also, nobody could truly expect him to talk with a mouth full of good food and he hoped the others would be just as busy enjoying their own meal.  All to soon however, it was gone and the princess stood suggesting some courses of action.  The choice was easy.  The young soldier could not imagine an appropriate scenario where he could just go to the beach and enjoy the company of the lovely ladies. 

Instead, he opted to try his luck with the slimes.  He figured that swinging mallets around and eliminating a nuisance at the same time would be a better use of his time. Arn followed the big group out.  He decided to go last. His girth would not allow others to pass next to him.  He was no where near as big as the lizard warrior but he was not lite like the elves and demi humans.  He managed to find the required mallet.  The soldier wished he had his own mace with him but he figured clean up would be a hassle.  Instead, he purchased one of the many offered by stalls.  

Arn picked himself a hefty one one and followed the enthusiastic throngs to the starting line.  Too late he noticed that Kaleb was not two people to his right.  He was glad to see that the demi human whom he had heard call himself Ismael was also nearby.  The big dragon kin was hard to miss also. The one named Kaleb proclaimed some bravado, to which Arn inwardly groaned.  He could not place his finger onto why the young elf irked him so.  He scolded himself.  

With an effort he did not understand he nodded to the curly haired lad and called back.  [color=0054a6]“Very well, one should always improve in the art of battle.  To stay stagnant is to invite death.”[/color]  The voice of the announcer once more was heard as the start of the rally began.  Arn gripped his hammer tight as the advancing horde of slimes drew nearer.  



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slime day mallet-15amas = 869 amas

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