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greenstaggs
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VyceThe year had flown by for Lance. Perhaps it was his age? They do say time flies when you're older. Nevertheless, Lance tirelessly worked as Veronica's protector. The days went by, and in his spare time, Lance continued to work on his swordsmanship, (or rather, lancemanship) and potion making. At first the whole concept was foreign to him. However he quickly learned that is was simply a process of remembering combonations. Some, were of course fairly easy, like Antivenom. While others, like healing potions were much mor complicated. On the upside, however, he has managed to increase his understanding of identification. With a much bigger variety now learned, he hoped this would help to protect Veronica in some way. He had gotten attached to the child.
Lance also began to notice something odd. Lance kept his weapons in a very particular order, not to mention sheathed and buckled. Sword, Shield, Lance, and then a collection of other miscellaneous weapons. One of which was a case of knives. Serrated, like the one he gave Lucky. It also held smaller daggers, used for throwing. Over the past few months Lance noticed that they had been tampered with. Some went missing, while others were turned around, facing a different direction than what they were originally. Lance worried for Veronica's safety. Had some assassin taken them? Or used them in some plot?
Lance kept a much closer eye on Veronica for the time he was around. Lance eventually went to see some of the others. He had gotten bored and decided to socialize. Lucky seemed like a good start. Heading to the stables, he was nowhere to be found. How odd. Where else could he be? The barn seemed like the next best choice. Upon getting closer, Lance's elven ears perked up as he heard grunting and the sound of something slashing against wood. Peeking through a crack in the wall, Lance saw Lucky slashing against... something. Lucky then pulled out throwing knife, and threw it at, presumably, a target. Then he got another. Lance quickly recognized the knives as his own. While he would like them back, he decided that Lucky would make better use of them for now. Even if he told Lucky to return them, he'd likely take them while Lance wasn't around. Lance Walked back to the castle. "Keep trainin' kid. One day, the world's gonna need ya."
Lance also began to notice something odd. Lance kept his weapons in a very particular order, not to mention sheathed and buckled. Sword, Shield, Lance, and then a collection of other miscellaneous weapons. One of which was a case of knives. Serrated, like the one he gave Lucky. It also held smaller daggers, used for throwing. Over the past few months Lance noticed that they had been tampered with. Some went missing, while others were turned around, facing a different direction than what they were originally. Lance worried for Veronica's safety. Had some assassin taken them? Or used them in some plot?
Lance kept a much closer eye on Veronica for the time he was around. Lance eventually went to see some of the others. He had gotten bored and decided to socialize. Lucky seemed like a good start. Heading to the stables, he was nowhere to be found. How odd. Where else could he be? The barn seemed like the next best choice. Upon getting closer, Lance's elven ears perked up as he heard grunting and the sound of something slashing against wood. Peeking through a crack in the wall, Lance saw Lucky slashing against... something. Lucky then pulled out throwing knife, and threw it at, presumably, a target. Then he got another. Lance quickly recognized the knives as his own. While he would like them back, he decided that Lucky would make better use of them for now. Even if he told Lucky to return them, he'd likely take them while Lance wasn't around. Lance Walked back to the castle. "Keep trainin' kid. One day, the world's gonna need ya."