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Wings are pretty good at that sort of thing. I'll post when I get home.
Being that their argument the previous day was still fresh on her mind, Kaleeth could tell what Janius was trying to do. Her reaction was not particularly positive or negative, she simply grabbed the sword he tossed at her and started to follow him. She had never really used a sword before; the closest she had ever come were bone daggers, so it felt foreign in her hand. She wondered how close the wooden version was to an actual metal sword, as the one she had felt strange to carry. They at least knew where the training room was in relation to their bedrooms, so it did not take too long for them to arrive.

Ahnasha and Fendros were already present when they stepped into the room, though Janius seemed more concerned with getting started on their own training routine. They found an empty space to practice, though Kaleeth had not yet adopted any kind of fighting stance. She really wasn't sure what that would be for a sword. "Are you sure we should practice with these? I am better with a spear." Kaleeth asked.

Meanwhile, Ahnasha and Fendros had their own spot in the corner. Some of the cultists were already in the room training, but most of those were sticking with the magic-focused exercises. Ahnasha had brought Fendros' bow, but set it aside for the moment. Given that the catacombs they were staying in were tight quarters, she thought it would be better to be practiced with melee combat. "How about we start out unarmed? Just a classic sparring match. I've been getting back into practice with it, but I still think I need more time working on it."
Although the situation certainly created an uneasy rest, the pack nonetheless went undisturbed for the rest of the night. It seemed that there were few in the cult who had reason to pass by the guest accommodations, as there was little activity immediately outside their rooms other than themselves. Several of the pack were somewhat at a loss for what to do once they awoke and had their breakfast (which they immediately returned to their rooms to eat). Other than just walking around, there was little they could do without risking a confrontation with one of the cultists. Many of them seemed indifferent, but some, like Vinaremo, just wanted to make trouble. Nevertheless, Ahnasha's restlessness was getting to her, After being denied much activity for so long, she found it hard to just sit and do nothing, even now. After feeding herself and Rhazii, she sat down beside Fendros, who was finishing his meal.

"I don't think I can just sit here doing nothing all day. Even if I can't do anything that matters, I would like to at least head to that training room Meesei mentioned, if only to keep my skills sharp. Will you join me? I can ask Sabine or Meesei or someone to watch Rhazii. We can work on archery, but I would more like to work on some close quarters techniques at the moment." Ahnasha suggested. Meanwhile, the others had their own ways of passing time. Meesei meditated on magic, Lorag put himself to work sharpening every blade the pack owned, while Kaleeth stayed in her room trying to think up some way to make her death a little less likely.
I'll timeskip to the next day. I have some ideas of things to do before having Llarvan arrive.
So should I make a post, or wait for you?
For my next post, can I assume the wagon is making it off of the bridge? The rope would have to have been cut right at the end of the bridge, so they would all have to basically be off of it.
Kaleeth was quiet as she listened to Janius. His words were kind and compassionate, but for the longest time, even after he finished speaking, she did not raise her gaze off of the floor. Almost a minute passed before she looked up at him with tears in her eyes...and baring her teeth. "No!" She shouted, pulling away from Janius and standing up to face him.

"You keep saying that. You keep saying I am so strong, and brave, and everything else. But it's not true! I'm not brave; I'm not strong. I'm not good enough, Janius. You know it is true. I was never a really skilled hunter, or a skilled fighter, and I'm definitely not a skilled lycan. I got through training as a hunter because my egg-brother helped me, I survived my trial because I was lucky, I killed the wamasu because you were there to hold it down. I couldn't do any of that on my own. Maybe one day I can be strong, but I am not strong now. I can't fight in your war; if I do, I will die. Janius...I don't want someone to tell me lies about how great I am, I want someone who cares enough to be honest, who will tell me how many mistakes I am making. That's how father was. He never let any of my mistakes go; he always told me where I was doing wrong, so I wouldn't do it again. I would have died without him. I just wish you cared enough to do the same. If I don't die in this place, you and Meesei can keep teaching me control, then...I don't know." She said before abruptly stopping and walking over to the other side of the bed. She laid down, facing away from Janius, and said nothing more. She was done talking.
Nice, Konan posted. I was skeptical before, but with three people on that rope, I think they can hold it up, especially with the mechanical advantage of the rope. Regardless, though, I don't think there will be a soul present not angered with Alaira after they deal with the bandits. The conversation following will definitely be interesting.

Also, Fallen, I've been wondering, why are you still a unicorn?
I foresee the aftermath of this ambush being very interesting. When do you think you'll post the next effect, Lucius? Hopefully, my internet at home will be active when I get there. It was out due to a storm this morning.
Interesting. That might be because of the post number we have reached.

I may or may not be on later, depending on if this storm has knocked out the internet at my house.
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