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"Oh great. Now I'm a fashion accessory!" Alcharius grumbled, not at all mollified. "I am an artefact of extreme knowledge and wisdom who should be helping the greatest sorcerers in the land unlock the secrets of magic! I'm not meant to be carted round on the head of some pretty elf assassin who didn't even know what the Jewel of Niadis was!"

Alcharius was silent for a few long moments. "... do I at least make a good fashion accessory?" he sighed at last, voice heavy with resignation.

The door to the dining hall creaked open, and all fell silent as a tall, fully armored man walked into the room. He held perfect posture, implying some form of proper upbringing. His left hand rested on the hilt of a longsword sheathed and attached to his belt, and on this same arm was strapped a large circular shield emblazoned with a Griffon. Still in silence, the man walked to the head of the room and addressed everyone. "I am recruiting men and women for the impending threat of war with the Bleck menace under the banner of King Harildir of Silmar. Any man or woman who is willing to fight, raise his hand now." The knight waited a moment, when suddenly a large man stood up. He had one eye and short white hair, he was tall, shirtess, possibly a barbarian. "I'll fight." He said. Soon enough, several more men arose and followed this man's example. "Good, good. Please, go down to the pier and board a ship to take you directly to Silmar. You, with the axe, lead the group."

"Oi!" yelled a drunk in the corner. "Who're you to come in here and tell us what to do and where to go!? What's your right!?" after a pause, the knight placed both hands on either side of his helm and removed it, revealing his face, messy blonde hair which suited him nicely, and deep blue eyes which seemed to have seen the world die time and time again, yet still held hope. "I am Sir Bryce Herald, Champion Knight of Silmar. I have no right, only that which to come in here and ask for the assisstance of the good men and women who wish to defend their homes. If you do not wish to fight, then do not challenge me. Sit down!" exclaimed the powerfully voiced knight, who's helmet was now tucked under his right arm. The drunk complied, and sat down, and Bryce mumbled. "Arsehole."

Jinx watched Bryce walk in and do his little speech. She didn't seem to interested. When she saw him take off his helmet, her heart melted, he was handsome! Just looking at him made Jinx want to throw herself at him. She shook those thoughts out of her head. Who would ever want to be with a girl like her anyway? She finished the food on her plate and took a sip of the wine that was given to her.

"Say..." murmured Alcharius to Jinx. "Silmar. That's where the Jewel is, if you recall. Maybe you should volunteer. It's much faster to get anywhere by ship, and best of all those dwarves wouldn't be able to follow us directly."

"Good call," Jinx told Alcharius, she stood up, "I'll go!"

"Suave," Alcharius commented sarcastically to Jinx about Bryce, evidently rather unimpressed. "Well, I suppose you can't always pick and choose for your friends..."

"Thank you." said Bryce, leaving the room briskly. It was raining outside, so he put his helmet on. The rain made a frequent pattering noise against his steel armour. Eventually he reached the boat, as would Jinx and Alcharius soon after, where the previous men were waiting. "Come, we shall exchange greetings over dinner in the ship." said Bryce happily, walking up onto the deck of the ship where a great many strong men were readying the ship for sail.

"Can you even smell?" Jinx asked in curiosity