Guard Captain Varen Capulet went out for a stroll, to take a break from his desk job. Ever since Baron Zindo Tavor"s estate was taken over by House Charm, he had far less time wielding a sword than he did wielding a pen. His niece, Sorina, had him oversee a number of operations, including coordinating with the local adventurer"s guild.It had been a few months, long enough to form a peaceful habit of his new life. He missed patrolling in armor, but not the long hours and the stink of it. He disliked the feel of a sore writing wrist, but he didn"t wake up each morning muscle-sore all over.
It was a comfortable job, reviewing paperwork, signing each page, talking to the other old adventurers, and enjoying the company of his adorable niece on the rare times that she could spare the old man a moment. He was even considering retiring soon... It was growing harder and harder to remember the simplest things, sometimes. But he hoped he could be of help to Sorina until her growing period as the Invictus" financial officer had solidified.
Sorina was out on her morning run. She was wearing a light tunic and shorts, running at a brisk pace. Varen waved. It was nice to see the young lady work so hard.
"I hate men! They sh"dall die!!" Sorina was chanting a strange cadence.
Running behind her was the ponytailed mercenary, Korr, keeping Sorina"s pace while wearing a weighted metal training vest.
"Could you... Do something about that song, Sorina?" Varen asked politely.
"All men are sc.u.m, Uncle! Not you, though! Love you!" Sorina smiled, trying to catch her breath.
"KEEP RUNNING, b.i.t.c.h!!" Korr yelled, her sword drawn.
Sorina kept running. She had been working incredibly hard, hosting merchants and establis.h.i.+ng several trade contracts in the few weeks she"s been in power. On top of that, she didn"t neglect her physical training-- though he was fairly certain Seldin Korr had something to do with that.
Korr stopped in front of Varen, sheathed her sword, and gave a polite bow.
"Ah, Miss Seldin-- ah, you preferred Korr, right?" Varen gave a genial smile.
Korr nodded in response. Varen was already more-or-less used to the woman"s quietude.
"I see my niece is still training every waking sun. That"s good."
Korr nodded, granting a forced smile. Varen appreciated the effort, even though the poor girl"s face looked so unnatural.
"What was her regimen again?" Varen scratched his greying head, "Forgive this old man"s forgetfulness."
Korr gently pat Varen"s arm in an act of care. Varen didn"t quite understand, but he was pleased to be doted upon. In Korr"s naturally soft voice, she murmured, "100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 6 malm run."
Varen nodded with a hum, "Hmm, impressive. How about martial arts? Has she shown any apt.i.tude for weaponry?"
Korr shook her head, "She shows promise with wands."
Varen sighed. If that was the case, neither he nor Korr would be able to a.s.sist her much. Ah, wands?
Varen suddenly remembered something, "That"s right. Miss Korr, when you have some time, please drop by the adventurer"s guild. I... Can"t for the life of me, remember why, though."
Korr"s eyes looked worried as she nodded. With a small wave, she sprinted full-speed after Sorina. Varen followed her figure as she left.
"Ah. She drew her sword again. How nice to watch this generation train so hard."
...
Wizardess Victoire Blanchett, the head of the adventurer"s guild in Nice greeted Varen and Korr on an open-air balcony on the second level of the guildhall. She was an older woman from Varen"s generation, but her skill with makeup (and perhaps a bit of magic) made her look barely older than Korr. Like all magicians in the Kingdom, she valued fas.h.i.+on, and today wore an open wizard"s robe, white trousers, and a colorful blouse.
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She looked less than thrilled at Varen"s arrival.
"So the Capitaine of ze Garde finally decides to grace me with his presence," She complained loud enough for adventurers on the first floor to gawk.
Varen smiled wryly, "I was just here yesterday, President Victoire?"
A sugar cube floated magically from a plate at the table"s center and plonked against Varen"s forehead. Varen stared down sadly at his tea, where the sugar cube had landed. He didn"t like sugar in his tea and he had a feeling Victoire knew that.
"Foolish Capulet, three suns! I asked three suns ago for you!" The woman"s speech devolved into a string of curses in the old language.
Korr sat patiently as she quietly picked at a dainty slice of cake Victoire had provided. She wore an artful dark polkdot dress and a beret, a drastic change from the form-fitting armor he was used to her wearing. She seemed to notice his gaze, "I broke my armor and still need it fixed."
Varen nodded. Had she told him that before?
Victoire leaned over the table, "Ahh, Korr, my beautiful fox! It "as been many years, no? Every year, we still send flowers to Raoul"s grave."
The beret-wearing brunette nodded with a small smile, "It"s fine, Victoire... I have a new leader now."
In a magical poof of pink clouds, Victoire reappeared behind Korr"s chair, hugging her and nuzzling her cheek. Varen gulped at the woman"s brazenness. She had become a Circle Mage as a young teenager and was one of the most dangerous peak 2nd-Circle magic casters on the east side of the Kingdom.
Unbothered by the president"s affection, Korr lifted a tiny fork of cake to her mouth.
"So tell me, tell me. What is he like, ze new Baron? Is he "andsome? Do you grow LOST in his eyes!? And is he very powerful in ze nighttime, if you know what I mean? Hohoh!"
Varen narrowed his eyes, "Madam President! Really? Miss Seldin Korr is a professional, not -"
The wizardess hissed like a cat, and pressed her ample bosom into the back of Korr"s head in an embrace, "Pah! What do you know, you old geezer!? Korr ze Unbreakable may be a tiger on the battlefield, but she is a pet.i.t kitty when it comes to love~! Isn"t zat right, my little fox?!?"
"Yes." Korr gave a simple one-word answer. Varen doubted she was listening to the conversation.
Varen coughed, "Well, anyroad... Why have you called us here, President Victoire Blanchett?"
After Victoire finished her petting session, she rested her chin on Korr"s head. "Ze old baron has woken up from his coma. He has had... some very... mmm~ interesting things to say."
Varen crossed his arms in thought, "Can... Zindo do anything? I mean, legally."
"Non," she responded. "Ze Kingdom"s inspectors have come and zey have gone. The Council saw fit to strip Zindo of his barony for his crimes. Baron Tycon"s coup of his estate was ratified soon afterward-- perhaps too easily... But zat is none of our business."
Varen couldn"t make sense of it, "Then what could he possibly do?"
Victoire stood up with a shrug and a charming wink, "I"m almost certain ze fool will tell you, once we see him. Won"t the two of you accompany an old woman to the guild dungeons?"