"Because of you, I'm slowly turning into an insomniac. Maybe your story will be long and boring enough to put me to sleep." Kaie responded with her usual indifference and annoyance. Still he'd be given a chance to speak he'd felt it best to take it if he was going to continue letting her start the conversation. He decided to play with her a little even thought it was hard to think when he looked at her.
"Long story it is Mistress, may my boring, humble tale bring you sweet dreams while my poor cooking skills fill your empty belly. When it's finished of course, Please forgive me for not having it done already."He apologized with a bow while stirring the stew absently thinking about where to start.
Maybe she'd understand me better if she knew of my heritage up and life. He recalled the children's story Auntie Tenni had told him when he'd been scared of the thunder, he hadn't realized it was the story of his parents and was a sad tale. Still it was as good a place as any to start.
"Our story begins nearly two centuries ago. The hero a brave powerful Pitrian magician with a foolish dream. The damsel a beautiful sellsword eager to make a name for herself in the world."He said swinging the stone spoon for emphasis at the word, sending gobs of hot stew streaming into the darkness. You could tell he knew the tale well.
"The magician hired the sellsword to help him complete his dream of finding and learning all the magics of the world and they travelled the world trying to complete his foolish dream. They travelled together for many years the sellsword eventually falling in love with the magician and him with her.The sellsword became pregnant and they decided to return home to start a life together. Still the man foolish and asked to see one more thing before they returned and the woman in love agreed. Veld's Tomb is an apt name for the place the he wanted to visit, as it would become the magician's tomb as well. Though foolish and a dreamer the man was in love, telling the sellsword to wait as she was ripe with child and he didn't want to risk either of them. He promised to be careful so the sellsword waited in camp for him." Jervis chattered on merrily while monitoring the stew. It was almost done now. A few more minutes maybe he thought giving it another stir. He cleared his throat and tried to take a drink from his empty flask, forgetting he'd used it all on the stew. He decided just to continue instead ignoring his slightly parched throat.
"Two weeks passed before she was stumbled on in the woods ready to burst with child. The loggers asked her to come with them but the woman argued and fought refusing to believe her love was dead, only settling down when the loggers agreed to leave a large sign in the camp site for her love to find when he came out again. Sadly that day would not come. She gave birth with one companion a week afer returning to the northern borderpost, A priestess she had met and taken pity on her acting as a midwife she could not afford. Birth complications from stress or travel took the sellsword's life, Leaving the priestess in the care of the child." Jervis served up the stew in a bowl to Kaie and as he did she arched an eyebrow at him as if to say get to the point, I've no time for children's stories.
"Don't worry Mistress, I get to the heart of your question momentarily. The priestess knew the woman's sad story, She was an orphan and the child's father had been kicked from his family for his foolish dream, Knowing not what else to do she took the child back to the orphanage where she worked to remind her of the strong sellsword who had never given up hope." There was a bit of emotion in his voice at this point but he decided to stick to the children's tale format for cohesion, though really it was no longer a story but his life at the moment.
"As the child grew the priestess could see his mother in him the ways, he was patient and strong, but with a deep anger that often got him into fights. This caused the priestess to be very strict with him though she loved him like her own son, so she drilled religion into him hoping to cure his temper. Still the boy's reputation as a ruffian grew and fights grew more frequent. Girls of his own race never considered him a good choice for a relationship, with his temper and intimidating eyes. It wasn't until the priestess stumbled across him with a friend that they realized how bad it really was and he wasn't picking fights, though he wouldn't back down she knew." A hint of uncharacteristic anger came into his voice as he recalled the memories. He rubbed his prominent brow and his eyes seemed to take on some of that feral tint he rarely let escape.
"The child, almost a youth at this point was fighting several other youths armed with sticks and metal pipes. The boy though unarmed and severely beaten refused stubbornly to give in to the other boy's demands, his anger feral, scaring a few of the boys to much to approach. Seeing her friends anguish at the situation, the friend of the priestess who happened to be a weaponsmith leapt in to save him, thrashing them severely and chasing them away. They carried the unconscious boy back to the orphanage and tended to his wounds. Two days passed before he woke up and a lot of decisions had been made that he wasn't prepared for." As he spoke of the fight he rubbed his right collarbone, though not broken or fractured the bruising had left him unable to use it without pain for a week. Still he continued on hopefully she was understanding him a little he thought.
"The priestess told the child that he was going apprentice under the cold weaponsmith, though he was grateful to her for saving his life, he didn't want to leave the priestess who was like a mother to him. The priestess made the boy promise to train hard and not run away. Then the boy went off segregated from his people save for the weaponsmith and barbarians. The boy was me Kaie, though I'm sure you realized that a long time ago."Jervis looked to Kaie seeing if she wanted more stew, he'd gotten lost in the story himself and hadn't really been paying attention to her. He also wanted to know if he should continue at this point.