Speaking: "So, Keven's in some other dimension?" The big burly man asked
Thinking: How to word it. Wondered the servant.
Special stuff/Spell:"Yes." Suggested Xemness The Scholar.
When Louise had finally stopped her heaving, she noticed they were less than a hundred paces from Tristania. Well within a short walking distance.
That couldn't be right! Surely nothing could move that fast! It would have taken hours on horseback, like she had planned. Her familiar, however, had done it in less time than it took to saddle a horse!
Wait, Louise realized, That means he can basically out travel can't be right. Could it?There has to be some limitation to his powers, right?Thinking about it only gave her a headache, so she decided to ask Keven about that strange power of his later, away from peeking eyes.
Speaking of her familiar, he was currently standing a little away from her, having separated when she started heaving, looking quite pleased with himself. Louise was getting very a frustrated at having to deal with a personality like that. Rule of Steel Louise. Rule of Steel.She reminded herself.
Thinking back to his fight with Guiche though, his personality made some sense. That fight was won nigh instantly. But that just opened up more questions. As a high-ranking noble, she had been taught to recognize emotions, and what causes and effects them, though she used the skill very rarely. He clearly portrayed himself as both a wonderful follower and great equal.
In short, he was obviously holding secrets, though she wasn't quite sure what they were. Like how he seemed to know her plan for today before she said it.
Nevertheless, she was going to buy a sword for him today. He maybe quite impressive with his dagger, but a discreet weapon would not chase away bandits or enemies, and a sword had significantly more reach than a dagger. She wasn't trying to buy his loyalty at all!
Truthfully, it was the calling of Gandalfur's blade.
Before they started walking, Louise took out a large sum of high-quality gold and handed it to Keven, saying "A noble should not have to carry her own gold." Keven silently agreed, though mostly, because of his time with Princess Andr. "Make sure nobody steals and gold out. There are a lot of thieves in the capital." Once again Keven agreed, as she had no way of knowing of the sudden drop in stolen items in the last three days, though it wouldn't of been too bad during broad daylight anyway.
Though, I need something to distract her from the bodies. Keven thought to himself.
"So," Keven asked, "your family are nobles, right?" Louise turned at the obvious question, but somehow knew this was leading up to something. "Yes?" Louise answered hesitantly. "Where is the Vallière estate?" Keven asked. Louise almost staggered in shock, she had assumed Keven would already know such basic knowledge. Nevertheless, this gave her a great time to gloat, even if it was disguised as instruction.
Just as she was about to speak, however, she caught sign of a weapons store. "Oh! There it is!" Louise exclaimed.
When they entered the raggedy old weapon shop the shop keeper spared a glance at the new costumers. He paled when he saw Keven, noticing the glint he saw in good traders, only much stronger. Challenging him to try to barter with him. Nevertheless, he had to try to get a good deal.
"Welcome, come in, come in!" He ushered, trying to sound overly eager to catch the young man off guard. The Keven only smirked. This action caused the weapon shop owner to freak out. Did he see through the attempt?The man questioned himself. Even through all this he kept a smile on his face, showing anything else would mean a loss and the boy in front of him could cheat him all he wanted, as was expected of a Trader's Challenge.
Louise, however, was completely ignorant of such things, not knowing about Traders Pride. She just wanted to get a sword for her familiar. Thus, get this over quickly, "I would like a sword for my familiar." Louise demanded. Annoyed that the shop keeper was paying more attention to her familiar than to her.
Realizing that the noble girl talked, he brought most of his attention to her, though he still kept an eye of the Keven himself. "Of course my lady." He answered. He examined the frame and muscles, approximating the strength, the young man had, and, comparing them to the weights of each sword and type. Finally finding a match with a hand and a half sword.
He gave the sword to Keven, who swung it a few times with obvious amusement. That is, before correcting the match. "I'm sorry, however I generally fight with two-handed weapons. The shop keeper looked at him in obvious doubt, knowing that he had just put himself in a very bad spot for a reason. A scenario where he knew his opponent had a trick up his sleeve, but didn't know what it was.
Chuckling to himself Keven walked to a nearby broadsword and picked it up with one hand and swung it down, stopping the blade directly in front of his stomach. The shopkeeper nearly choked in shock. To miss his advice by that much was truly embarrassing, and it made his word questionable. Suddenly, he knew just how hopelessly outmatched he was compared to the young man.
Keven faked a sigh, and looking up in fake exasperation, exclaimed "Sadly, I don't think you have anything that would interest me," The weapon shop owner nearly choked Someone would give up their hard-won rights so easily, would they? the shop keeper wondered. Keven sighed again, "unless you have a especially enchanted weapons?" Though he worded it like question the shop owner knew it it demand. After some time the shop keeper brought out two swords. One was a Epee, a type of fencing sword.
The other, a rusty broadsword, was more Keven's type. It looked heavy enough to be hard to block, yet not enough to slow down his swings. He could feel the sword drawing him, making him want to weild it. He could resist easily, however he knew others, like his master, that would not.
"The Epee is enchanted to dull far harder than normal weapons, and to not break by the strength normal men. The broadsword is enchanted to speak." The shop owner explained sullenly. "How much?" Louise demands in a even tone. The shop owner knew he had lost. "Ten gold." The shop owner announced. "How much is the other?" Louise asked. The shop owner only shook his head sadly "Package deal." he explained. Louise thought the numbers seemed off, but a quick look at Keven said otherwise.
Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, Louise quickly paid for both swords. As she left she thought she heard her familiar saying "You did pretty good you just have to not give up so easily." but that couldn't be right. It wasn't in his personality, was it?
Random sentence: Darn you Cheesecakezombie!
