Posted by DarthKrzysztof
Quinn shifted the weight of his lamellar armor around his shoulders as the men lashed the ship to the dock in the brightness of midday. The armor’s steel scales made him look like a fish, and he’d still drown if he fell in the water. But its protection outmatched anything he’d ever worn in the Dalelands, and he’d have to get used to wearing this if he ever wanted to try anything heavier.
Besides, he thought, Shardea wants ye tae wear the armor. And when ye’re truly a Spellknight, it’ll belong tae ye. So shoulder the weight, as ye shoulder yer duty, and quit yer bellyachin.’
He made his way toward the ship, painfully aware of every eye upon him – “the Dalesman playing dress-up, ” he heard one woman whisper to another. Who cares if they dinna think ye have what it takes? Shardea never would have chosen ye if that were true. Everyone she’s ever chosen has become a Spellknight… eventually. Besides, remember how ye helped her do this last year? Now she trusts ye tae do it on yer own.
Fine. Let’s get on with it, then.
He ran a hand over his face and stopped near the gangplank as the dock hands shoved it into place. “Candidates for initiation!” he shouted, rather louder than was necessary. “Tae me!’
As the ship’s passengers disembarked, three approached Quinn. The unmistakably Korthan woman in the lead had the stocky build of a peasant, and hair as black as a raven’s wing. The man behind her, probably Icatian, looked like a mouse to Quinn, dressed all in drab brown. A slouched, scrawny elf in a dark blue robe, with a brooding face and unruly black hair, brought up the rear.
“I welcome ye tae Mystral. My name is Quinn. Ye are Katarzyna?” When the Korthan nodded, the squire turned to the elf. “Echo Moria?”
“I am he,” the elf said, performing a strange, sad little bow that distracted Quinn a bit too much.