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Zaya

In another part of the fighters' settlement, Zaya and her kin are returning home. A hall of impressive size served as home for such a large family – a dwelling worthy of a lineage of great warriors. Brothers and sisters quickly vanish out of sight, so as not to strain the narrative budget and their dear father's eyes, and Zaya is left one-on-one with her progenitor. 

– Daughter, I understand everything... – Medvedson began in a decidedly uncomprehending tone, – but why on earth do you need that bookworm? Reading books for you is the only thing he's good for. Storn came by to see me. Complained about you. Says he's lost two sturdy gurps because of your letters. How many times must I repeat it, daughter. Gurps are for exchanging information between clans, not for lovey-dovey nonsense. 

The father looked sternly at his daughter. He wasn't angry, but he was clearly displeased. Medvedson, a warrior of the clan and a respected fighter. And his daughter hadn't even earned the rank of novice! And on top of that, she loves bookworms!