Handing back his invitation with an issued head nod, Ason was granted access passed the gates to the high court ballroom. Ason had been here before but only briefly on times of special weapon grafting and imbuing, the last which was four years ago. He walked slowly having horse pulling carts and carriages pass him by, they carried nobility and rich purebloods. Buildings to this side of the gates held higher-grade structures, built even stronger and better than the common ones. Ason knew well the grafting skills of elves and when common grade forms passed way beyond the ability of humans, he was always amazed they could even be better.

Approaching the front garden grass and boarder hedging, fountains and statues decorated the landscape; but above all the eyes wonder was another. The whimper of a girl echoing from the vicinity of the royal stables, Ason redirects to investigate. Inside Ason sights to a young elvish women crying with her face shrouded in her tucked up legs, “Miss are you alright, are you hurt?” Ason questioned keeping a fair distance, careful not to corner her due to what he was.

“It happened earlier” as the girl sniffles rising her head, Ason’s blood ran cold. “I`m about to get even” Suna, the girl Ason insulted days ago whipped away the fake flowing tears and the stable door behind Ason slammed close. Ason spun his sightseeing two other familiars, members of a friendship ring for Korbin; Teggin and Devec.

“How the hell did you get in here?” Teggin bolted

“He was invited here” Suna answered as Ason remained silent, “I took a peek at the list, after our first encounter, I know about you and Ilaya…a pity such a taint holds care for only one”

“Where`s your boss, bitch”

“Same could be asked of your manners and pacifism” Suna makes back

“I know the rules to this side of the gate, certain need of talk are abolished after crossing it” Ason lashes out. “Then beating them back into you shall be part of your torment, tell me Ason do you know a lot about our historical culture”

“Oh please do tell me you’re a teacher of history”

“Hardly, Korbin`s family is one of two from the elder council that is renewing the member terms”

“You’re telling me that Korbin will become one to be on the ruling council”

“He holds a chance if his record of passed acts is the best yes” Ason holds a look to Suna as his mind heads to thought, “Ilaya is from the other family isn`t she”

“Cute and smart, Korbin was right to be wary of you…his heart and eyes sight to her as his bride. And here`s the punch line even if Ilaya and him don`t wed, she still has too. She is the only one of age in her family to take up the position, either way she won’t be yours in the end”

“You wished me to know this, you could be lying”

“True, the books are at your leisure to read and learn the same end and the same end it will be, I’m a bitch for telling you and might be a bitch if I’m lying…either way I’m a bitch. I`m alright with that, part of my job in life to screw with people and if you weren’t so loyal, you`d know that I’m good at that too”

“Go to the infinite hells”

“Not before we put you in a ring of your own” Suna smiled backing up, Ason turns seeing the guys closing in. Ason readies himself “Do your worst” a foot comes between his legs striking his groin and drops Ason fast to his knees, Suna pulls on the back of his head hair. “I am their worst,” she whispers to his ear licking then kissing his cheek side. Suna pulls from Ason inner pocket the invitation, “The only invite you got was from me… I do despise rejection” ripping the invite to pieces.

Suna looks to Ason still in pain and then to the guys, “Don`t make a mess, we have a party to go to” Suna takes her leave and stops once again at the partly open door “Make sure he stays alive…barely”

The midst of dusk appears, Brynn unlids one eye, then the other. A scan to the room reveals Casavir in slumber to the corner chair, Brynn stops from working his hands to freedom. He peers across the commons area to the other side chamber with the door open hosting a scene of Kityana sleeping soundly. With gratifying relief that his short-term dream had come to life Brynn still in hand bounds breaks for the door. A violent impact brings his evasion to a halt but looking he appeared to hit nothing. A form moves around the air and recomposing the space Kityana now stares him in the face. “You’re sleeping” Brynn glances back to the chamber she slumbered in to see the bed free of her body; he lowers his head in defeat. “An illusion to test your intellect and loyalty on your words” As she spoke Brynn judged the distance she made from the door, Brynn dashed again kicking the door down, he bolted not to slow his speed and hitting something again he looked up as Casavir gripped to his shoulders.

“Damn it” his mouth escaped displeased and Casavir shoved him back in the room, Kityana closed to his left side as Casavir circled to his right front. Brynn looked on both not with fear, but a smile and Casavir became puzzled.

“Your caught buddy, why the grin”

“Just as she had a plan so do I and with the exerted energy from the escape scene I have reached my goal…my hands are free” a lightning fast hand toss brought the Valtesh glaring to their own wrists now each with a metallic cuff, dizziness and fatigue follows with haste. They pass out having Brynn`s smug wave the last thing they see.

He walks in seeing Ason roped to a structure beam, “your name son and why you’re here” Ason says nothing. He comes up to Ason, his armour gleaming off the moonlight. “Son please your name” Ason remains silent, starring only to the ground at his feet. The high elf admires Ason`s weapon that now lays upon the ground with some blood stained to the blade, he takes it to his hands.

“Give it back to me, Elf!”

“Of course son” offering it back with no hesitation, Ason holds it to sight as the elf lays it on the ground. “I never would rob you” he replies in defence as he takes to Ason look, his clothing upper classed now tattered, ripped and blood soaked.

“A little too well dressed for a night ride, wait I know this marking on the blade. Your Ason the half- elf smith” Ason looks finally to his face with confusion “You know of me and my work, who are you?”

“Captain Knorrinton of the high elven courts” Ason grows with embarrassment “I apologise for my mannerisms”

“The one thing you shouldn`t be is sorry, but where you should be is the question?”

“I was invited to the celebration” as he nods to the ripped parchment on the floor in the corner, “Well son this party has a dress code and this ant it…unless there’s another party going on I’m not aware of” Ason cracks to a small grin at the humour and the captain adds with laughter. “Thought so, who did this to you” Ason looks and says nothing. “Fear of recoil eh? Fair enough, so let me say this. Will hiding their names change the outcome the next encounter?” Ason holds out deep hating eyes, “Korbin`s little band”

“I see, well you`ve missed enough of the party, lets at least get you to it” offering a dagger for Ason to cut his freedom.

Casavir opens his eyes again to yet another head pounding pain, “My head, I’m going to kill that prick” perching himself up, Casavir`s greeted with a sight and confused he turns to the right…seeing his own body. “AH!” he sparks again looking to his own chest that hosts two breasts.

“Casavir why are you again yelling, this is something I thought you`d be used to and…and why can I see myself” she takes a moment for the issue to process and like a delayed reaction Kityana sparks with a small yell, “We`re in each other’s bodies”

“Kityana how is this possible, what the hell did that prick due to us”

“It must be these cuffs; they must due transference of some sort putting us like this”

“And what would that accomplish”

“Casavir do you always have to be this slow, exactly what is happening, us arguing and trying to solve this as he escapes completely…we again need to find him, just now we have to do it like this” Casavir looks down at himself and then to her, “you get what we need to pursue this critter”

“And what are you going to do?” Casavir smirks “I need to change”. Kityana`s eyes go big, “No you don`t you’re staying in my sight” as she in Casavir`s body grips her own wrists, Casavir applies Kityana`s own body strength against herself easily freeing Casavir`s grasp, pinning Kityana`s arms to her sides. “Wow you are really strong…all those times you must have been stopping yourself eh”

“Casavir!” as she tries to break free of the hold, “I need to change now”. Casavir shoves her back and bolts into his room, slamming the door shut Casavir braces it sealed with a chair to the inner handle. With one motion Casavir releases Kityana`s clothing, “Kityana, you form is amazing”

“Put my clothes on and stop looking at me naked…now!” she hears the slap of skin from a hand “Was that my ass you hit, Casavir if you put one mark on that body”

Kityana looks down on herself, she pulls open the breeches staring to her new manhood, “I thought he was compensating, I knew I was right” as she went to get ready.

Gripping her sword Kityana spun to now see a maid enter the room, “Hi” the maid said sultry. Kityana smiled silently and went about getting ready, “You know Casavir if you want to try that again I will”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh common you like it and said you`ve never done it that way before”

“We have never done anything with each other nor do I ever want to maid”

“I see you remember…see roleplaying can be fun” Kityana grew angry, “Get out you maid slut” Kityana tosses her from the room and turning around she faces a mirror seeing him, “Damn it, Casavir your gross, unethical and I want out of your body…get ready and lets go, we need to find Ason”.

Escorted in his wake while hiding the pain of his assault, Ason recalls the rumours of what he has heard about the captain. Vicious and vile he was, killing without mercy and pillaged towns not of his banner for his king.

“I trust you have heard of me young half-elf?”

“I have” Ason said with a bit of fear, “and what have you heard?”

“That you are strong, loyal to the crown you serve”, the captain turns to Ason with a half-smile “Don`t believe all that you here, but I thank you for the sweetening comment…ah here we are” he ended opening a door for Ason to enter through first, Ason sights a young women. A servant girl most likely; tending down the cleaning to the room.

“Milord I did not expect you to return I will finish with haste” she addressed with a bow and word holding verbal concern. Ason looked to the contains, weapons and maps decor the walls and banners of various kingdoms draped from the ceiling. A bed stained with old blood was to the corner and with such old wood to form a frame; it must belong to a serf.

“Welcome to my quarters Ason, Jance don`t worry about finishing the room. I`ll probably just bleed on the sheets again by tomorrow`s end, but if I could milady make first an apology to keep you for one more task…the dear smith here needs to be redressed for the rest of the evening, some of my old knight clothing may form to him. Then you can be free of the days duties” the maid looked upon Ason rugged beaten look as a quick lust takes to her blood.

“Of course milord and with such kindness is your command never a problem” the good captain nods and Ason turns holding a look of doubt to his earlier thoughts, “I have miss judged you captain Knorrinton, the rumours to your demeanour are as false as the sun is black”

The captain nods again waving his hand “go young smith, do not waste the evening baring to my ear falsies I already know”. The young maid takes lead of the smith to a joining chamber made from the captain’s younger years, “Strip please”

“I`m sorry not with you here”, she laughs “just your shirt for sizing smith”.

“Oh sorry” Ason removes his shirt revealing to her eyes scars and near time bruising, “The captain rarely brings home visitors and those he does were generally like this, which noble house did you cross” Ason said nothing.

Again she chuckles “Smith it`s alright I’m his personal servant, friend…and healer” ending with her hand against his chest as the other takes his shirt from his grasp. A great feeling of coolness comes over Ason`s body and looking to his torso it now holds no marks, she grins going about to the closet. She emerges from it holding a set of leather hide breeches dyed black and a shirt-vest to match that was also dyed red, he puts them on and admiring himself to a side mirror.

“You sure he won`t mind me borrowing this assemble” Ason questioned

“It hasn`t fit me for years, you can have it son” Ason spun from the sound of the captain`s voice, “it looks good on you…and I’m sure it`ll impress her as well”

“Impress who?”

“Lady Ilaya”

“Who?” the captain laughs “You words are believable, but I know facts that false you sentence, I am her protector, and the errands she takes on her own accord don`t escape my knowledge”.

“The way she looks I would`ve thought you would`ve caught her heart now that I know what I do about you”

“She doesn`t have a taste for men about war, you’re not about that in her eyes”

“Then she`s wrong, war and battle are upon me being what I am while living where I do. The least I can do is have it harm only me”

“There is enough to notice that if she wishes to be part of something she will Ason, she may not like men of war but she is not afraid of battle” Ason holes a look to him deep, “you go get integrated with the nobles you care nothing for…I’ll go find the one you came for”

“She would not be at the celebration”, the captain laughs, “She is high spirited like you Ason, she hangs around for a time and when she feels she has done her duty to her family name she retires to seclusion”

“Where is that?”

“To a place she wishes for herself to only know, naturally I do as well” Knorrinton grins.

To the east garden retreat he headed to, he opened the passage covered in floral and vines to find the path guiding him to the mystical place where she deemed solitude. The ways were many but the captain knew the southernmost pond captured Ilaya`s heart and calmness more than the rest. Parting the final series of bushed blood scape Lilly’s he found her. Lady seated to a large rock over hanging to the ponds depths she tosses the occasional pebble to its bowls, “you can`t capture the great moments of the celebration out here”

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She doesn`t move from her form “Great moments such as those take only short time to house their full effects, yet they linger like a bad taste longer than I wish”. The captain smiles to her back “you never have had need for the fear in expressing your stance in independent thought do you, but the need for protection you could”

“If they wish to end my verbal rebellion than tell them not to doddle, I grow tired of their games”. The captain walks to her side allowing her to lay eyes to his nicely ornamental look, “but such acts will not let you see the smith one last time, he has come such a distance on foot and pain to be here”. She sparks to awareness “Ason is here at the celebration, why delay this to my ears”

“I appreciate your freedom of lyric`s milady”

“Many more will come to you I promise, but if such a guest has come tonight I should show proper attendance” the captain extends his hand “Then let me escort you with haste”. Her dark red dress sparkled as crystal as the captain raised her to her feet, her blonde hair flowed with crisp curvedness. Her eyes were darkened as her dress as well as her lips damped with a red lushes wanting, her gown flowed down to her feet and a subtle scent of spore peddle bloomed from her skin; her favourite perfume. Her beauty well known in any attire she wore, and taking her back the captain holds tight a feeling of small envy.

The ballroom was immaculate, holding stunning colors of blue orange and red. Floral in immense bouquets were the center on tables corners ledges and walls. Most was magically conjured for the event including live action events recorded in time, played back repeatedly to entertain the company were conversation failed. Ason took a seat to the bar, resting his arms to the marble counter her lifts one again to simply order an ale. Taking sight to the crowd he never wished to be a part of Ason scans the detailing, most were all pure bloods and almost all of the were nobility. The servants to each family matched in colors to their masters, but colors were the only comparison and identification. The simple look and design of the slaves were almost mistaken as floor tiles compared to the lavish elegance their master furs and rare materials were dressed in.

Ason had to retract his statement for one however as she lowered off the stairway to the main room. Jance the young server of Captain Knorrinton wrapped in satin forming in a gown that could be mistaken as queen apparel. Ason had mistaken the captain very poorly, or he was very good at hiding his rumours.

Ason scans the room again noticing a male of familiarity, swaying his hips as if a girl would approach his location. Ason looked straight ahead as he took a seat at Ason`s side. “Casavir, I was beginning to wonder how long it would be before you should to this event, what are you at for the nightly count five…maybe six” Casavir held puzzlement, “Elven fire ale” Casavir announced to the bar keeper as he was asked for aid and shocked Ason turned to Casavir. “You alright Casavir, you look worried… is there an unsatisfied customer hunting you” Ason laughed a little. Casavir looks back to him, “We have a big problem”. The keeper placed the drink to Casavir`s reach and taking a swig he curled his head down coking from the potency and burning to his throat, “I thought you ordered that for Kityana, Casavir you know you can`t handle those” aiding Casavir to keep him to his seat.

“Damn it, forgot no heat resistance, shit that burns” clearing out his throat, Ason tossed his ale to Casavir who took it downing it all. He cringes up his face as the taste soothes his scolded throat, “Eyck ale…gross”

“Gross man you must be having a bad night” Ason retracts to thought, “Wait…the walking, the drink…Kityana is this you” she looks to him with a shallow nodding. “Like I said before Ason, we have a problem”

The explanation is brief but to the point, Ason attempts to contain his humour “So you got switched” ending his words with a smirk. Not much gets by the dragon of high intellect and though he shaded it as best he could she caught on the comedy he saw, growing now a facial scowl.

“You have no idea how I suffer” Ason`s mind ran around his own thoughts and laughter finally broke, “I`m sorry but this is funny, you too especially. You are going to have to hire guards just to stop from killing each other” Casavir gets into Ason`s face. “Only our bodies have been changed, I still have my dragon skill and spell power…and if not convinced I’ll show you,” Ason quickly gathers his composure, as threats from her he knew never were a bluff. “No of coarse not Kityana, glad all is in tacked, even your pleasant demeanour” her eyes shift to a presence now descending the stairs.

“Speaking of good behaviour I think yours is about to hit its peak nodding for Ason to turn, spinning his head Ason soul takes to a fright. “Ason that Captain Knorrinton, is he here tonight?”

“Red cape with the royal seal to it in silver, you can`t miss it (not taking his eyes of Ilaya`s beauty). Kityana what should I do here” Ason asks in advisory but turning to where Casavir was only air takes the space, Ason quickly caches sight of the Valtesh`s cape floating into the crowd. Ason disappears to the crowd anticipating if one to the duo is here so must be the other and with no time was she located.

Placing a scene and aura only Casavir would have did one elf fall dead drunk from a table with her to its other side. Kityana paws the group of coins mounded to the table’s center her way, “who`s next to take to the banner of beating me out of this chair”. Ason takes to the seat, “Well, well, well…let the challenge begin” as Kityana clears the table for new beats, Ason clears his throat and stands briefly leaning to the table.

“Why you would presume me to be stupid enough to drink with you I don`t know…dragon!” her eyes glare to his face as the coins suddenly depart, echoes of cheater and fraud spill to the air and the fans of the new night entertainment part leaving them the only ones there.

“Do you see me wrecking your evening; I was on a role look, nearly three hundred coins”

“Casavir I know that`s you, you came to me already” he looks at Ason and knew his cover was blown from any wordily recovery, “She never lets me have any fun, always all business. You know I just thought that since I have her abilities and gifts I’d so her that she has many ways to aid our cause”

Ason sits looking to the crowd as a look of disappointment falls to his face “That little fibber, she told me she still retained her powers”

“The only she`s retaining is water, man I’m so hungry and the food here doesn`t even satisfy. I don`t think this girl of mine eats, I’m so starved I could eat a cow” Ason laughs “What`s so funny” Ason gives It a moment to sink in on him being a dragon and with no reaction Ason gives up “I let you figure it out cosine”.

Ason again spots Lady Ilaya mingling around the room conversing with varies men; Casavir follows his eyes out to her “Go talk to her”.

“I think I’ll just go get a drink”

“Common Ason she`s just a girl” Ason houses a look to him “I don`t wish to taint her life by putting me in it, image is everything to these people”

“You fight only your own fear on this Ason”

“If I give in to this will we both be fighting her parents, friends, her whole way of life…I can`t put her through that”

“You would just rather accept having from her the same respect you give to a horse” Ason simplifies the word “It`s all I’ve ever known, I can`t miss what I don`t retain” Ason ends with a pat to Kityana`s shoulder walking away through the crowd to the drink area.

He orders a drink and lays five silver to the counter, placing down the drink the keeper lays his hand to the coins of payment. A set of fingers beside him puts pressure to two of them “just because he is half doesn`t allow the right to charge him for the blood crime in all parts of his life, the drink costs three silver, not five” she ends sliding the two coins back to Ason.

He looks to her; the servant Jance who dressed him earlier “This is just what I know Jance, is normal for me”

“Then what you know is about to change, now set you drink down” (Smiles) “I would like a dance from you”

They take to the dance floor and then to each other as slow wales begin to erupt from the stage of the minstrels. “You have such a soft touch for a smith of forging”.

“And you have a lot of extra time on your side being a servant to a place guard Captain” she blushes a bit “he is very good to me, it’s makes me angry that such talk about him goes so far”

“Sometimes they are useful, fear is a worthy weapon for instruction and command”

“You sound just like him”, Ason grins “I`ll take that as a compliment” she enjoys Ason`s embrace for the time of the song and nearing the end do they bump into another couple on the floor.

“Sorry for the inconvenience oh Ason isn`t it” Ason looks to the act of the Captain with Ilaya as his partner. “Yes that`s right, Captain Knorrinton”

“Oh you`ve heard of me have you, good things I hope” Jance takes to a smirk, “only good things”

“Well then they`ve been lying to you for sure, I’m most surly no angel”

“But a saint I would gladly say” added Ilaya, “your most kind Milady” bowed Knorrinton and sparked to his eyes came an idea. “I boast that we change partner’s Ason for the next dance, unless there is reason not to”

“I would love to” Ilaya shot out, “As would Ason, he was just saying how you were a sight of beauty” put Jance watching as Ason turned a light red. The captain extended his arm and Jance took it putting a light kiss to Ason`s cheek “I thank you for the wales Ason” and they take their leave.

“Well just us now” Ilaya put to the air and bent her wrist out for Ason to take lead, he smiles a nervous smile and she feels the shaking in his hands as he takes her across the dance floor. She came in close to him and the scent of the blood floral was overwhelming his sense, “That seemed a bit acted, do you know him Ason”

“Yeah I meet him earlier on”

“Oh you have been here the whole time, I never saw you before”

“I got caught up at the stables, a really nice welcome they held” Ason spoke, Ilaya caught his eyes flustering all around noticing they never really sighted to her, he seemed worried. Moreover, as they danced on the small movements of her replacing hold caused Ason to reveal slight pain from the before beatings, she noticed instantly but held her concern to the topic but not from another.

“Ason what`s wrong you seem very uncertain around me…or embarrassed” Ason looks to her with a serious manner “Ilaya you shouldn`t be so openly scene with me” as he looks to eyes of judgement by almost all around them.

“You sound like my father”

“Ilaya I’m half-even, this will only add spat and shame to your family’s name”

She looks at him returning the look of severity “then let it, I may have been birthed to this family by I don`t shame it`s ways. I have seen many beaten people better in the common folk area than to the inner of these high walls”

“You mean the lower class”

“Only if you believe in the unseen structure”

“I believe that one made into common life should keep ones focus to things in there reach yes”

“And yet you would say such a phrase with me to your sight and hold, I know you fancy me Ason. And with that do I carry a secret (Whispers) I like you too” Ason sparks his awareness with worry to his face “Ilaya I…

“Nothing more tonight from us, I don`t wish you hurt again. Two days I will see you on the retrieval of my horse from you”, Ason was off guard “What horse of yours”. She simply smiled, displayed a woman bow of thanks and retired from the floor and the evening.

Placing his drink to the corner table Casavir`s form finishes a conversation with the border guard captain, “And please remember captain not to provoke this man, just find his location and let us know”

“Understood Casavir, it`s good to see you again. How Kityana”

“she`s the same, smarter than me better than me”

“Well the way she treats you in bed you should admit to some skills she does better than you” Kityana`s essence burned with an incendiary flare.

“And as always will I get more than I bargained for from her I’m sure”. He laughs as they conclude their business with a handshake and part ways, just in enough time for the sound of the crowd to dampen for Casavir`s ears to pick up a squabble with a well-known voice at the helm.

Casavir`s male eyes pick up the quick departure of a young women followed by Kityana trying to slow her down, “Honestly I wasn`t trying to look at you while you were in there, and about what I said-

SLAP! “Owww”

“I have never been that way with a women and never will I be, your pathetic…follow men around like we were engineered to” and the girl walks from her sight. Kitya na looks to her left as Casavir was to the sidelines, smirking in untamed grin. “Did you forget who you were?”

“This is starting to get less fun; I want my body back now”

“Then why don`t you try working on it more and working less on the rumours of us sleeping together” Kityana surfaces a smile “So you talked to the gate guys eh?”

“No the guard captain, how many did you boast this ruse to”, Kityana smiles bigger “I’ve lost count”. Casavir approaches with a look of intent and Kityana steps in, “Common hit me, punch yourself”. Casavir looks to her and shaking his head just leaves with her still smiling following behind.

The mixed bodied couple cross the threshold of the exit archway when a voice echo`s from behind demanding attention, Kityana snaps a quick look of worry to Casavir who caught it on her instantly. “What did you do?” Casavir asked with a whisper.

“Nothing…maybe something so tell me quick, you as a dragon use your powers sometimes right, for town matters, like your strength and magic”

“You can`t use my magic and no I restrain my power unless life threatened”, Kityana smiles “Time to improvise then” as the voice of a very angered elf came clear and close. Kityana grips to Casavir`s shirt “Honey please this is the man that I told you about, the one presuming that I cheated him at the drink table”

He addresses them and Casavir turns to see a warrior looking elf build solid as Straud was, “You little thieving harlot I want my coins back, I was told you’re a dragon…there immune to intoxication”. Kityana looks to Casavir “Oh please lover you believe me don`t you defend my wording honour”

“You Valtesh, this is your horse skank”, Casavir`s eyes grow serious “watch who your calling horse skank, you overflowing sac of Cornish shit”.

The man smirks “So I defence I see for her position, fine. I hold a challenge to you, to the death”

Casavir sway with shock in his voice “The death!” “Are you possessed? This fight merits no such end unless you are putting the ante up with all you own” the elf hesitates with aggression as a crowd starts to gather, “Fine till first blood with a blade” the crowd grows in soft bustle and only grows when Casavir agrees. They move out to the front courtyard and following the issued fight the captain goes to monitor and mediate.

Casavir readies in a corner of the fountain, watching as the elf lord pulls his blade sharpening it; keeping his striking eyes to Casavir form. “Who is this Elf?”

Kityana shrugs saying something very soft, “What was that”, Kityana looks to Casavir “Chronus”

“Chronus paea…the blade lord” Casavir shoots from his breath “Umm yep that`s him”

Casavir glares to his mount “You’re an idiot”

The captain addresses “For this challenge is their one condition and on the amount of three hundred coins of platinum will the debt be paid or the accusation dissolved “Casavir snaps his head to Kityana “Three hundred…you screwed him for three hundred!”

“I hold to my defence that was hard to do, you have no idea how much I had to drink”. Casavir grows a thought “you won against him right, he fell dead drunk”

“Yea that`s right…or he just has the worst balance a fighter could own”

“I can use this” as he scans around his person. Catching his eye to an item on the ground, Casavir fakes a fumble of his sword having it hit the dirt. Chronus laughs as Casavir goes to retrieve it, “Maybe I should allow you two blades, then you might be able to hit me”

Casavir grins “till first blood right captain” Knorrinton nods “Till first blood Casavir”. They take their positions for the fight and circling one another in battle judgement, Casavir sheathes his blade pulling from his belt side a dagger.

“Putting away you blade won`t have me show mercy boy, and my first blood shot will be the end of your life”

“I thought as much on that but as you have been talking have I found a flaw all fighters have…they can`t talk right” Casavir stabs the dagger into an item in his hand and squeezing it tight does the dead rat pour blood from its gut dripping to the ground.

Chronus holds a laughing confusion “And what was that to do, make me sick and withdraw” and Casavir shakes his head, “It ends the fight moron, this captain is the claim of first blood and thus ends the fight with me drawing it”

“No it doesn`t” bolts Chronus, “you stated the challenge for first blood, you didn`t designate whose blood to be dripped. There no law about this and tradition can`t be carried by a foreign occupant”, Chronus points his finger saying nothing to the argument, and looking to the captain he smiles at Casavir nodding to his reasoning that has kept him alive. Captain Knorrinton announces the logic is sound and with it comes Casavir and the designated winner, nodding back Casavir takes back to Kityana side housing a glare to the near miss brought on by her. A gasp in the crowd comes as Chronus`s blade takes to flight, Knorrinton grips his weapon unsheathing it to a spinning sore deflecting Chronus`s off to the ground.

“Take Chronus into holding, the cells for a night will clear his head” Commanded the captain and with it happening so fast Casavir only turned to see the assassination attempt resolved. The couple make it around one corner from all common sight when Casavir takes to grip his own tight dress, slamming Kityana to the wall side “And next time, you clean up your own mess. Remember Casavir if you die in my body your spirit dies too and with it dies my annoyances I carry, all rounded for a day I win” she he lets her go and for another small moment in the joint time Casavir grows worry to his mind, crossing once again to far with her.

Day three to the work week lunges in with the sound of copping horse hooves bringing Lady Ilaya to the smith`s shop, she gets off and with a lady bow and hand gesture sends the chariot lord on his way back to the keep. Out front, she sees her horse tied up and waiting, noticing another horse also tied by hers she wonders what events unfold to the smith’s life and with intrigue, she moves to the door. She opens the latch soft as always peering in to see Ason in talk with his uncle over the detailing for the new weapon design; Tristan catches sight of her before she notices she was discovered and tosses a shoulder tap to Ason.

“Lady Ilaya a pleasure to make your audience” Tristan sees the lady holding a look of awkward confrontation and he spins an idea to have it quickly dissolved “Ason I will run out for a breakfast for us and upon my return we will finish the order at hand”

Ason makes some final quill points on parchment and looks up to see her still just looking at him, Ason snaps his fingers “Ilaya I took the liberty to reshoe your horse” as he grabs one of the old ones showing her the ware down, “She`s ready for your rump”. Tristan now located to the corner about to leave stops, rolling his eyes at the flustered comment. “Umm not to say that`s all it wants from you is your rump, I’m sure the rest of you it`s likes as well”

She giggles at his nervousness now forming “Thank you Ason, busy at work I see”. Tristan slows his readiness, half wishing to stay silent and eavesdrop to the conversation seeing Ilaya `s topic change for damage control.

“My uncle and I were just going over the etching work to the hilts” Ason finishes adding another sentence to the parchment, Ilaya begins to roam around the room looking to his skilful finished products on the show wall.

“A lot of work must go into the building of a sword…so how does one make such a blade?” Tristan lowers himself slowly tying his boots with a half-smile by her attempt, Ason gases to her half-shocked needing a moment to form an answer.

“Iron and heat generally combined with the skills to properly apply them”

“I think the lady is wishing for a lesson to the art, nephew” Tristan pipes up, Ason snaps thinking he was already gone from the shop. Ilaya lights up bright “That would be great, I’d love the learn from you if I could Ason”

“And what good timing right Ason, it was you that told me the best time to teach the ones wanting the skill is during the raw metal forming stage…it`s the one he`s about to start on” Ason stares to his uncle, his eyes getting wider and his face flushed with anxiety and panic, Tristan begins to smirk.

“Uncle please, the lady of court must have a packed schedule and –

“It`s not anything that can be reassigned, were you starting tomorrow Ason” she intrudes with excitement on her voice.

“Yes but Ilaya you’re a lady of the high court” Ason bares out his hand rolling for her to see the dilemma, she smiles a cunning trapping look “and one who wishes to broaden her skill of usefulness…you begin at first light”

“Always before Milady” Tristan puts out, “Then before first light I shall be here” she bows to end the talk and moves to the door with Tristan opening it to her. “Till our first lesson” she states again as her feet lightly leave out of the shop almost with a flutter. Ason glares to his uncle, “Funny uncle I’d thought you had already left”.

“I couldn`t miss this Ason…and your welcome” as he now departs as well.