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<Myra> Myra is dressed in a light tunic and breeches. She has no shoes on and her hair is tied back. She walks out to the training ring with a practice sword in her hand and begins a simple warm up routine. <Orlann> ::over her first few days, Myra would have heard rumors about the extremely tall, dark-skinned Junior Lieutenant - one of many heroes in the Orc war, he has recently gained somewhat of a dangerous reputation, having been involved in the disgrace and court-marshal of his Captain. The court-marshal was never completed, as the Captain was slain by people unknown. The younger recruits often give the Lieutenant a wide berth.:: * Orlann is, at present, watching the training with a careful eye. A special practice sword, designed to duplicate his own exotic two bladed sword, is slung over his back. <Myra> A sweat breaks out over Myra's skin as her warmup quickly moves into a more intense practice. She is on her own in a corner of the ring. * Orlann slowly circles the ring, watching each combatant. From time to time, he gives quiet advice as to form, or to indicate a weakness in the practice. <Myra> Myra continues her dance, her hair swinging in a arc behind her as she spins. It's easy to see she's not new at this. <Orlann> ::leans against a nearby post, observing:: <Myra> As Myra comes to face him in her movements she catches sight of him watching her. She pauses her practice, brushing some loose hair off her face. On one of her first days in the city one of her fellow new recruits pointed him out to her, and so she does know who he is. She gives him a respectful nod before moving into a new series of practice movements. <Orlann> ::carefully:: I reckon yer leavin' yer left flank exposed, Private, in favor of yer strong hand. <Myra> She spins to face him, panting slightly. "Am I?" She makes a few quick slices through the air with her sword, slowly and thoughtfully. Then she glances back to him and nods. "So I am. Thank you." She flashes him a quick smile, clearly not bothered by his reputation. "Would you care to spar some?" * Orlann nods in acknowledgement. "I reckon I would. Don't rightly know you, ma'am. Lieutenant Drilgar, at yer service, though I ain't one t'stick t'formalies. Orlann be good enough, if y'care to use it." <Myra> "I am Myra. I've only arrived in Marsember a few weeks ago. It's an honor to meet you Sir." <Orlann> ::snorts:: Welcome t'Marsember then, ma'am. ::he removes the double-bladed practice sword from his back and sends it spinning. He drops into an 'alert' position.:: Come on, then, Private. <Myra> She studies him for a moment before attacking him fast and fierce. * Orlann gives ground warily, his spinning blades brushing aside her attacks. The sword moves from hand to hand like a quarterstaff, setting up almost a shield around him. Checking her moves, he snaps a quick, stinging blow to the ankle. "Don't be leadin' out s'far. Hard t' fight on one leg." * Myra curses softly to herself as she falls back. She nods to him and readies another attack. Then she's back at him again. <Orlann> ::nods:: Better... ::he feints, then uses his bulk to drive her backwards, each blow against her sword carries his weight:: <Myra> She falls back quickly, doing her best to keep him at bay. Knowing that she can not beat his strength she waits for the opening and when she can she falls and rolls away from him, popping up behind him. * Orlann raises his eyebrows as he spins to protect his back. "Right fancy of you, ma'am." * Myra smiles. "Something I learned fast was to know when to stand and fight and when to get away from the fight." <Orlann> ::nods:: Reckon that's right good t'know. Ain't 'xactly mastered it, m'self. <Myra> "Well I am sure I have needed to much more than you have." She smiles and bows to him. "You are a great sparing partner." <Orlann> ::gives her a half bow:: Part o' the job, ma'am. I ain't likin' t'be sending greens out t'get their remains back inna bag. <Myra> She smirks. "I greatly appreciate that." She shifts her sword to her back and glances to the sun. "Well I promised myself some time to explore the city today. I have yet to be able to do that." She looks back to him. "Thank you again for the practice." <Orlann> ::nods:: You're right welcome, ma'am. Happy t'be of help. Ain't y'been 'round much? Marsember can be right tricksy, iffen y'don't know yer way. <Myra> "Actually the most I saw was the first day I was here, and that even was only from the city gate to here. Since then I have not had enough free time to go out into the city itself. But I was hoping the daytime would be less risky then the evening." <Orlann> ::looks down at his practice sword:: Well, I reckon that ain't t'go on s'long, ma'am. When yer patrollin' - even with yer unit - tis best t'know most o'the ways around, y'ken? <Myra> She nods. "All the more reason I should get out and explore." She smiles. "And your company would me very welcome, if and when you have the time." * Orlann glances up to check the sun. "I reckon, iffen y'd care t'drop in on m'girl, I can take y'around a bit. Leastways point y'at the places y'ought not go, unaccompanied. Some folks 'round here ain't got no love f'r the Dragons." <Myra> "Sounds perfect. I will go was and change and meet you at the gate in a bit then?" <Orlann> ::nods in agreement:: Ayup, Miss Myra, sure does sound right fine. * Myra nods and then turns and heads back in the direction of her room. * Orlann is waiting for her at the gate when she arrives. He has discarded his official tabard and is dressed in his normal browns and whites, which stand out well against his dark skin. His regular sword with its intricately tooled scabbard is in place across his back. * Myra arrives a few minutes after him. Her hair is wet and braided. She's wearing black breeches, a light tan colored shirt, and soft brown boots. Her sword hangs at her side. <Myra> "Shall we go explore?" * Orlann nods to her. "Reckon so, ma'am." He eyes the sun again. "Might step a bit lively here. Promised Tarri I'd be walkin' her from her shop, t'day. Ain't good t'keep a lady waitin'." <Myra> She grins and nods. "Lead the way. I'll be sure to keep up." * Orlann sets out at a good pace towards the lower end of the market district. On route, he gives her a brief description of the shops, streets, and back-alleys along their path, as well as certain 'hot' spots to be avoided or to go in with a great deal of backup. * Tarri is just cleaning up the front room of her clinic as they arrive, putting the children's toys away in their box and mopping the floor. * Myra follows along paying close attention to the information offered. * Orlann opens the door to Tarri's simple healer's shop, chiming the bell overhead. <Tarri> ::looks around with a smile:: Perfect timing, love! How was your- ::she breaks off as she spots Myra behind him:: You're not having to work late, are you? <Orlann> ::shakes his head:: Not a'tall, darling. This is Private Myra. Miss Myra, m'girl, Tarri Mandeil. ::grins at Tarri:: I reckon we c'n take Miss Myra on a bit of a look-round, as she's right new to th'city. * Myra smiles at Tarri and offers her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you." * Tarri wipes her hands on her apron before taking Myra's hand with a wide smile. "It's nice to meet you, too." She pulls off her apron and hangs it on a hook, then fishes a key from her pocket. "A walk before dinner sounds just lovely. Shall we?" * Orlann gestures for Myra to precede them out of the shop and steals a quick kiss from Tarri the moment Myra's back is turned. * Myra steps back outside the shop and is preoccupied with taking in the city for the moment. * Tarri grins at Orlann and tucks her arm through his as soon as she's finished locking the clinic door. "Where shall we start? You showed her the market on your way here?" She turns to Myra. "Have you been to the Street of Steel, yet? There's always something interesting happening there." <Myra> ::shakes her head:: I have only been in the city a few weeks and most all of my time has been taken up with the Dragons. So I have not seen anything really. <Tarri> They *do* tend to do that... ::she grins up at Orlann before turning back to Myra:: What are you interested in? <Orlann> ::sticks his tongue out at Tarri:: Reckon they do, sometimes. * Myra thinks for a moment. "When I was little I always loved going to the open markets with my parents in Waterdeep. I think in general I just like the activeness of being in a city." <Orlann> ::shakes his head:: Heard about Waterdeep, sommat. More'n this back-hills boy c'n deal with, I reckon. Marsember's a tad overwhelmin' at times. <Tarri> You're from Waterdeep? That's a *long* way away! What made you come so far? <Myra> "I came to Marsember when I was younger, with my father. It is when I first saw and heard about the Purple Dragons. I decided then that I was going to become one. Few years later and some hard training and here I am." <Orlann> ::smiles:: That's right ambitious of you, ma'am. * Orlann turns the group down the Street of Steel, where some sort of activity can be heard in the distance. |
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