Posts from Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

- Your residence has exceeded all my expectations entirely and then some, your lordship, - the Lady responds to Oswald's boasting with a smile as light as a sea breeze and a polite half-bow of her head. - Some people are utterly devoid of taste, in their ignorance neglecting style and descending into garish, absurd, soulless gypsy kitsch, but a man of business, and a practical one at that, always has a sense of how to strike a balance.

- Your residence has exceeded all my expectations entirely and then some, your lordship, - the Lady responds to Oswald's boasting with a smile as light as a sea breeze and a polite half-bow of her head. - Some people are utterly devoid of taste, in their ignorance neglecting style and descending into garish, absurd, soulless gypsy kitsch, but a man of business, and a practical one at that, always has a sense of how to strike a balance.

—..An instructive story, Sig. —Taking a sip from his mug in turn, Hargen nods to his mentor. —In the details, each has his own, but in the general sense, anyone can relate to such a tale. Yesterday you fight tentacles, today you drink with comrades, and tomorrow who knows... Human fate is merely a grand word for a battered little vessel named "life." Everyone decides, or rather it is decided for them, where to send this little boat, but in essence, no matter which way you steer — sooner or later you'll take on a critical leak and end up in the bottomless abyss. But this path, though it leads everyone to the same place, is unique for each person — that no one can take away. Just think: many of our life decisions were imposed on us by others without our consent, or by our own short-sighted desires, yet in the final tally, without their fortunate convergence, we would never have gathered here together like this today. Only the present, which is granted to us as a reward by the void, matters, so that is what we should live by.

"A bit pricey, of course. But then again, what could be better for a reception with the regent?" - thought Voldemar.

- I'll take the black one.

So be it 😈

Kassius delivers a hefty slap to Amalia, hard enough to knock her down. 

- Don't mind it. That's not a punishment, that's just for nothing, - he addressed the slave girl. - Training is good, it won't hurt anyone, especially before a campaign.   

-- Master, I also need to dress properly, -- Gita tugs at his sleeve. -- I can't be seen in such rags when I'm with you.

– You need to get married, sir… and have lots of children, – Amalia remains lying down, believing that it is safer this way.

– Well, I suggest we gather the whole group tomorrow and have a good fight, right? And have more people and a medic.
– No, if anyone wants to, I'll join them, – says Rigobert. – I don't have any dull swords with me, but I can use sharpened ones, what's the big deal.

The cheapest decent garment cost 1 silver.

It seems Cassius was indeed planning to visit the constable – the sheriff will be “training” only Tifa this evening, and even that is not certain.

– How are the fistfights going? – While Cassius raises a stone above his head, the constable entertains him with conversation, and Amalia, comfortably settled on a pile of sacks, enjoys watching her master strain himself to the point of exhaustion of his own free will. – I wanted to go myself, but the marshal doesn't allow me to slack off from my duties every day.

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The cheapest of the decent outfits cost 1 silver.

When it's time to part ways, everyone feels that they spent a day that was both pleasant and useful, as much as possible.

Won't they freeze their buds by "training" Tifa?

- Excellent! But it's not as fun as training with weapons. At least, that's my opinion. Besides, I'm not very good at fighting with my fists. Hmm, can she be trained? - Cassius pointed at Amalia, throwing a stone on the ground. - So she doesn't die on the first week of the expedition.

-- Well, well, decided to travel in comfort, did you? Hmm, -- the constable skeptically eyes Amalia, assessing whether she is capable of lifting stones and running a marathon, and comes to discouraging conclusions. -- I've never trained women before; I wouldn't want to accidentally push her to death. But maybe we can come up with something -- tell me, what exactly do you want to achieve.

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Hargen begins the fifth day.

two questions - have my earned money and stats been updated in my character sheet, and what is the fifth day a celebration of?

- Trained twelve-year-old snot-noses? I think she's their match. Could use a bit more toughness and endurance though.    

- Would "decent clothing" do? Or do you prefer "healer's robes"? - asks Voldemar the witch.
- I'm still haven't seen your charm yet poorly informed about your knowledge of "healing/maiming"...

-- You know, usually, military training involves using a stick, but alright, I'll try to come up with something gentler. And in general, a sauna with beer is best for your health. Hey, girl! What's your name?
-- Amalia, sir, -- the slave walks like a peacock, approaching Raimund and greets him with a ceremonial bow. -- How may I serve?
-- Your master wants me to train you.
-- Oh, I would gladly, but, -- Amalia looks at Cassius, clearly not too happy with the news, -- Sir, but I'll need another set of clothes! How else am I supposed to train...