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"Freezing out here..." Teddie thought to himself, trudging toward the location he'd been pointed to. "Surely this must be part of the test to initiate new members."
The chill in the air blew his earthy colored clothes in the wind, flapping like sails around him and threatening to lift him into the air. Teddie being as lightweight as he is, it wouldn't be a challenging feat to throw him asunder. The only thing keeping him down was the brown gambeson he had recently acquired. Not used to wearing heavy articles of clothing, he felt as though the weight of the gambeson matched his own weight.
Teddie had first met with Archer, a seemingly well meaning knight, to ask him if he could join up. Archer sized Teddie up, and the young man could see it in the knight's eyes; he knew this man saw him as a liability. Teddie's small frame and meek demeanor were a problem, and the man obviously didn't want to get himself killed protecting Teddie.
Archer was kind enough to direct Teddie to another man, Edsel, a squire alike Teddie who joined when he was of a weaker sort. The idea was that Teddie would have Edsel's mentor, Adelard, take him on too, so that Teddie might build himself up as Edsel did. Unfortunately, even Edsel recognized that this small-framed pup would only be a ball and chain to those around him in a fight of any sort. While he had the heart and spirit for this, he'd surely perish before he could be of much physical use, if the winter itself didn't take him.
Edsel pointed Teddie toward one who may be able to take him on, to help him build himself up and become something more than just a twig in the wind. To help him grow from a trodden-on sapling to the mighty oak that his spirit years to be. If he had the guts to survive her tutelage. Teddie immediately agreed. He'd throw himself into fire to prove himself at this stage, so this woman didn't scare him. Yet.
Edsel had directed him to a safe house where he may find her. A temporary accommodation the Knights of Anathaeum use to protect those who stuck their neck out to help.
"Look for the blue X..." Teddie muttered to himself, assessing the facades of each house he walked by, pushing against the cold air blowing in the opposite direction. He felt like he'd been out here for hours, peering at row house after row house, trying to assess them for markings. It had to be here. They wouldn't have sent him out here for no reason. They wouldn't have lied to him just to get rid of him... Would they?
That's when he found it. A beat up looking shack, with dark curtains blocking the light from the windows, wooden boards covering the spots where holes had been punched through walls, or rocks hurled through windows. It looked almost abandoned, and anyone would look past such a house on any other occasion. On this occasion however, Teddie had noticed the blue X, marked just above one of the windows, so small it was almost unnoticeable. By design, of course, to disguise it as the same filth that covered the other areas of the front of the house... Or was that just filth after all?
Teddie huddled closer to the house, arms folded across his chest and hands tucked under his pits to stay warm, peering up at the X through squinted eyes, hoping to discern if this was the place he'd find the only mentor that would dare take him, or if this was all for naught after all.
Mad Marta.
The chill in the air blew his earthy colored clothes in the wind, flapping like sails around him and threatening to lift him into the air. Teddie being as lightweight as he is, it wouldn't be a challenging feat to throw him asunder. The only thing keeping him down was the brown gambeson he had recently acquired. Not used to wearing heavy articles of clothing, he felt as though the weight of the gambeson matched his own weight.
Teddie had first met with Archer, a seemingly well meaning knight, to ask him if he could join up. Archer sized Teddie up, and the young man could see it in the knight's eyes; he knew this man saw him as a liability. Teddie's small frame and meek demeanor were a problem, and the man obviously didn't want to get himself killed protecting Teddie.
Archer was kind enough to direct Teddie to another man, Edsel, a squire alike Teddie who joined when he was of a weaker sort. The idea was that Teddie would have Edsel's mentor, Adelard, take him on too, so that Teddie might build himself up as Edsel did. Unfortunately, even Edsel recognized that this small-framed pup would only be a ball and chain to those around him in a fight of any sort. While he had the heart and spirit for this, he'd surely perish before he could be of much physical use, if the winter itself didn't take him.
Edsel pointed Teddie toward one who may be able to take him on, to help him build himself up and become something more than just a twig in the wind. To help him grow from a trodden-on sapling to the mighty oak that his spirit years to be. If he had the guts to survive her tutelage. Teddie immediately agreed. He'd throw himself into fire to prove himself at this stage, so this woman didn't scare him. Yet.
Edsel had directed him to a safe house where he may find her. A temporary accommodation the Knights of Anathaeum use to protect those who stuck their neck out to help.
"Look for the blue X..." Teddie muttered to himself, assessing the facades of each house he walked by, pushing against the cold air blowing in the opposite direction. He felt like he'd been out here for hours, peering at row house after row house, trying to assess them for markings. It had to be here. They wouldn't have sent him out here for no reason. They wouldn't have lied to him just to get rid of him... Would they?
That's when he found it. A beat up looking shack, with dark curtains blocking the light from the windows, wooden boards covering the spots where holes had been punched through walls, or rocks hurled through windows. It looked almost abandoned, and anyone would look past such a house on any other occasion. On this occasion however, Teddie had noticed the blue X, marked just above one of the windows, so small it was almost unnoticeable. By design, of course, to disguise it as the same filth that covered the other areas of the front of the house... Or was that just filth after all?
Teddie huddled closer to the house, arms folded across his chest and hands tucked under his pits to stay warm, peering up at the X through squinted eyes, hoping to discern if this was the place he'd find the only mentor that would dare take him, or if this was all for naught after all.
Mad Marta.
