Ok folks.

Ch. 13.

Adurna reisa thrysta.

When you figure that out, then you'll realize why your wet.

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Rane wondered if this particular messengar boy was just picked to do it every time, or did he just ask?

Because she was following the blabbering.... boy everywhere.

Oh well.

When Rane finally reached the training room, (used for special candidates), she entered.

Rane was alone inside the room, until she realized she wasn't.

"Are you Rane?"

Rane jumped, hit her head on the ceiling, and when she got upright, she said, "Yes. And you must be Arya."

"That I am."

Ok. That is creepy.

"Where are you?" Rane asked, trying to figure out where that voice came from.

"Look behind you."

The voice was behind her.

She whipped around, and there was a graceful, beautiful woman that she had ever set her eyes upon. Rane felt inferior.

Then after insepection, she felt temper coming up. She forced it down, but it was still there.

Arya then spoke. "I am to assist you in training." Rane didn't notice before that the elf's voice was musical, like she was singing a song.

Rane nodded.

"So... What do you wish to be trained in. Rane." Arya raised a slanted eyebrow, and Rane looked around.

On the racks, was a graceful, leafy bow. Another one, was a sword.

Rane had suspected that she might need the sword of her fathers, and she showed it to Arya. "This is my fathers...." She trailed off when Arya's eyes widened.

Arya picked it up, and studied the scabbard. "This is the sword of Falathin, the Great Swordsman! Your father?" Rane nodded. "Ok then.. did he teach you anything?" Rane nodded. "Ok..."

Arya gave Rane the sword, and drew her own. Rane looked at her, and felt reflexes take over as Arya positioned herself in a swordswoman stance.

Rane did also.

They started to circle, and then Arya pounced.

She was met with a blade, then a blade that rested on Arya's eyebrow.

Arya blinked. "How much exactley did he teach you?"

"Everything he himself knew."

Arya let out a gasp of exasparation. "Then I say you are a master of the sword."

Rane laughed. "Thats a joke. Right?"

Arya looked at her gravely. "Nobody has ever been able to prick my eyebrow in two seconds."

"Good point."

"Now lets see how well you are with the bow...."

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Satchiel had sneaken into Tronjheim, and had let himself into the room he used to live in. Roihni was still living outside, being, well.... Riohni.

He looked at his old home. Satchiel picked up the bowl, and he realized that he had diamonds in his hands. Captain Jard had worn quite a few, until Satchiel pick-pocketed him.

Satchiel grinned when he saw the look a Jard's face, looking swollen with anger as he found out that not one precious stone remained.

He had given them all to some of the prisoners as they escaped, but kept some of his own. He needed a bow. Thats what his mother taught him to do. To shoot with a bow.

Satchiel thought of the beautiful, leafy bow that his mother had.

Oh well, back to business.

Satchiel brushed his blonde-brown hair.

Then he looked at the diamonds. He was wondering how exactley he was going to get a role in this city without some one noticing.

With these diamonds.....

He grinned, thinking how the people would react to the coming of a wealthy man?

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So... Has anyone figured out why they're wet?

If you still are...

BRISINGR!

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