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[Kreig Messer]

Natasha Drova did not like the situation she was in, not one bit; she should have been back in Sahova, helping her siblings combat the accursed Nuits. But what was she to do? She had been ordered to return to Syliras and report the current situation they faced on the island, oh she had tried to object, but they kept insisting that she must do so as quickly as possible ‘Then why must I bring this lout of a prospect back with me?!’ She thought as her horse moved in a slow walking pace to allow the lout of a prospect to walk besides her. Of course, it has probably been obvious from the start, but the poor lout happened to be one Kreig Messer, Sunberth’s own little ‘Educated Brawler’. It was odd really, part of him felt…..really odd, as if it’s in denial that he was truly leaving the city of his birth, the violent home that made him what he is today. This feeling of denial had caused him to feel imaginary itches in an old but otherwise comfortable wool coat, a bead of sweat in weather as cold as sin…..in short it made him nervous. He didn’t like that feeling as they walked through the snow-filled path, which if it got any deeper he realized he’d have to ride with the female knight who conveniently slowed down to his pace. “Prospect, you may ride with me if you wish?” She offered to Kreig, but the Brawler simply did not respond to it, continuing to walk despite ignoring who would be his superior once he is officially inducted as a squire. Natasha sensed a bit of anger build up within her, surprised by the brawler’s rudeness, she would’ve even preferred a rude rejection than the outright silence ‘Calm yourself Natasha, he is to be a new brother as proven by his letter from Ser Imass, he simply knows not the proper etiquette….nor had he had much chance to learn it’ When the prospect had travelled with the knights and Zeltivan diplomats to the accursed island of Sahova, Kreig had been confined to one of the ships’ sickbay, having received grave wounds the previous days before the journey, it was a blessing from Rak’keli that such a lout survived in the first place. In no small part of the scholar known as Eridanus, whose quick action made sure he received treatment in time. The brawler’s wounds were quite severe, and despite them having healed enough for him to travel, she noted his awkward movement, winces of pain appearing on his form now and then. To say she felt a little guilty about it was an understatement, especially since she had heard how it began, in many an exaggerated form. It all contained a bit of truth, the punishment of those who would twist her father Yahal’s teachings and use them for their own personal gain……for that she was tolerant and even a little respectful of the brawler, but the fact that he had been silently rude to her and the added fact that he was from Sunberth, despite recommendation, meant he was a risk factor. A risk factor that could use whatever the order will teach them for his own use, the Sun’s Berth’s militant arm were prime examples of such, a traitor knight at their head leading a force of competent soldiers nearing six companies, all for the sake of mizas. “Can….can we rest for a bit?” Kreig asked, feeling the soreness within his body, the many days spent in a bed causing him to be out of shape, he hated to ask, especially with the anxiousness that filled his body. But two bells of walking had shown its effect on the out-of-shape body and he could not hide his discomfort. He looked at Natasha, who seemed to give him a blank stare holding the horse’s reins . “Climb on the hose then” Her tone of voice suggested that it was an order rather than an Offer. “But I just need to rest a bit” Kreig objected “ It has been only two hours and you are already tired, we would have covered much more ground if you had ridden with me in the first place, now climb up” She ordered quite authoratively “But….all my belongings already take some space and…” “But nothing, your belonging barely take up that much space….now if you may, get on the horse!!” Kreig merely sighed in defeat, he grabbed her open hand and climbed on the horse…..only to slide off the horse and fall on the other side.