[center][h2]Renault and the Daman Lands[/h2][/center]

	The trip from the Northern Queendom to the Daman lands is a long one, or at least usually. Renault, being a paladin, had access to a few resources that sped up the process, ost notably the kiss of chamomile. The blessing had been such a hit that the Queen herself set up a monument in the Alpine Duchy that anyone could pilgrimage to and receive the kiss. Since then, it had become a tradition for paladins to journey to after completing their training and then again after five or so years (when the blessing started to fade). 

	Renault, however, had the original blessing and so found himself in the Daman lands faster than a Goatlander with an Ambrosian-powered horse. The journey itself was uneventful, with the Blade of Benea (or so he was known) having a few tricks to keep himself hidden and discrete as he made his way through the northern path. 

	His boots skidded to a halt in the deep snow. A shaggy fur cloak covered his iron banded armor and hid his various weapons. The cloak itself was speckled with snowflakes, giving him a peppered appearance as he journeyed through the colder region of Node 10. But for now, he had stopped, abruptly. 

	Frowning, Renault looked directly in front of him. A little old lady was walking in the exact same direction as him, at a fraction of the pace. He had no idea who she was or when she crossed his path but there she was, directly in front of him, ignorant of his existence as she waddled down the slope to the small town at the bottom of the hill. Tucking a slant into his cheek, Renault fell to a painfully slow walk and stayed behind her, not wanting to be rude.

	Together, even if blissfully unaware, the old lady and one of the most dangerous mortals in the north walked together into town. The snow turned shallow as the duo found the simple road that webbed between the haphazardly built homes and businesses of the Daman town. Renault couldn’t help but look around, taking in all the differences between the culture of the Damans and the Queendom. Slowly, whispers of the townsfolk found his ears.

	“Who is that?”

	“I don’t know, but she must be someone pretty important, look at her retainer.”

	Renault blinked in surprise.

	“I think that’s a pure human!”

	“She must be rich.”

	“Maybe one of the slaver barons from the south?”

	“Hey lady!” A gruff bark cut through the whispers.

	Now Renault was standing behind the old lady while the largest Daman he had ever seen stood in front of her, a crude bronze blade pointed at her little surprised face. The Daman was a man twisted with the features of a dog, giving him a drool where mismatched teeth protruded from his mutilated face. 

	“Oh my,” The little ferret-faced old lady dropped her wicker bag in shock, onions rolling onto the road. The robber-to-be stared at the vegetables as they bumped against his shoe.


	“I don’t care if you are one of the slaver barons, you made a huge mistake coming here with only one of your beasts of war — stand and deliver.” The bandit reasserted his blade between him and the old lady, who was now shaking with confusion and fear.

	Renault’s hand slowly moved the little old lady behind him as he looked to the bandit and said, “drop your blade and beg you dog-faced jackass or feel the full might of my impatience.”

	“What?” The bandit growled, only to freeze as he caught Renault’s gaze. The dark brown eyes of the paladin were swimming with a certain aggression that made the bandit shake with a sudden burst of doubt. He pointed his blade at Renault, albeit with less confidence.

	“Behold!” Renault whipped a hand from his cloak and the bandit flinched, expecting an attack only to open his eyes to Renault holding a closed fist between the two. “The limits of my patience.”

	The hand threw something at the ground and a sudden plume of dust enclosed the fighters. The sound of flesh hitting flesh erupted rapid-fire only for it to end with the shriek of a blade freeing itself and then the gurgled scream of a dead man. With a poof of air, Renault walked free of the cloud, his cloak hugging him and hiding any hint of what might have happened. 

	From that point on, everyone gave the little old lady a wide berth. 

[hider=Summary] Renault is on a secret mission in the Daman lands, he helps a little old lady.[/hider]

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Benea 3

3 might spent on the monument of Chamomile, a shrine hidden in the alpine slopes of Node 1 that paladins pilgrimage to to receive the kiss of chamomile. Since it is not the original blessing, those who receive it this way must renew it every five or so years. 

0 might remaining
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