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He looked at the raw skin that Rosette showed him. "I have a salve that will get rid of those." He said as he went back upstairs. He soon came back down with a small vial. "Now, you will feel a burning sensation." He said as he poured a small amount of a clear, gell-like substance unto his hand. He rubbed it on his hands before rubbing it on her wrists and arms. "Well, that skill could be useful here. We do tend to get a lot of drunks around here, and it gets pretty hard to sober them up for training. Normally we smack them around for a bit." He said, wiping his hands on his pants when he was done. "Now, I suggest you get change before you catch a cold. It'll be hard enough when you're healthy, and it'll be worse of you're sick. Especially since Blaise will probably work you to the ground before she lets you rest." He added as the kettle started to whistle. "Now go get change while I pour us some tea."

He was ahmmering out a sword when Rosette entered again. "Told you it will grow into your size." He commented as he eyed the sword that was still red hot. "The tea is on the table over there." He said as he hammered on the sword a bit more before dunking it into a large bucket of water. He then hung the blade on a rack since he still had put a hilt on it. He would then sharpen it, then put in runes. He sat down at the table where the tea was. Taking the glass in his hand, he asked. "So, what idiotic reason did you get arrested for?"

"Funny thing, really." Rosette said, scratching her chin with a mischeivous smile. "I'd just arrived at that city with my friend, and we weren't there for even a few hours, and one of the guards or knights or whatever comes up behind me and starts groping my rear! So, I broke his hand. " Rosette added a violent motion to this staement before continuing.

"So he runs off, and I think that's that. Wrong, he went and got a bunch of his buddies. My friend and I ended up beating them rather badly. I don't like needless killing. And so right when they were walking away one of them throws a big rock or something at my friend, clocks him in the head, and puts him out like a light. I was so surprised I didn't even see it coming. I go to turn him over, have my back turned for a second, and when I look around, one of them clocked me in the side of the head with something. I think it my have been the hilt of a sword or something."

She gingerly touched the side of her face, shrugged, and smiled.

"Lucky for me I heal so quickly. It doesn't even hurt anymore!"

Blaise had finished cleaning out the dusty room and was sitting at her kitchen table when her black cat Ciaran came waltzing in out of the rain. She stopped and dripped for a while before she decided to shake out her fur. Blaise rolled her eyes thinking, there is only one cat in the entire world that likes water and he’s mine.

She took a piece of dry cloth and set it in the corner next to Ciaran’s food dish so he could lie on it and dry off. But, Ciaran didn’t go for her food and the dry cloth. He instead hopped into Blaise’s lap and leaned against her, just to get her wet.

“What am I going to do with you?” she mumbled stroking the water off of his wet fur. There was a knock at the door and Blaise pushed Ciaran off of her to stand and answer it. She opened the door to see another very wet messenger boy in her doorway. He handed her a scroll of papers from the dry inside of his coat and ran off once more.

Blaise opened the first scroll and saw her running plans for that night. The second scroll had Khnui’s name written on it so she kept it closed. She grabbed a coat and tucked her and Khnui’s running plans in the inside pockets and set off towards the blacksmithing district. She arrived at his house dripping, yet again, with her legs and feet covered in mud.

“Hey, Khnui, you here?” she called in, “I wasn’t sure if you were joining the Task Force tonight so I told the Lieutenant that I’d ask you. He wrote out your running plans anyways and I brought them over.”

He laughed at Rosette's story. The funniest part was that it was a lot like his. He was about to tell her his story when he Blaise calling out. "Ya I'm here. And I wasn't planning on going with the Task Force. You know I don't have to go with the Task Force." He said as he stood up and went to the door. He took the scroll from Blaise and ushered her in. "Come in, I have the forge stroked up and some tea in the kettle if you want any." He said with a sweep of his arm. He opened the scroll and looked at it. It seemed pretty basic stuff, he could easily do this if he doesn't encounter too many gaurds. He just did a mental shrug since it had been a long time since he had did one of these and hadn't left his signature. So he was pretty sure the gaurds thought that they didn't have to worry about him. He pulled out another chair for Blaise. He satd down and proceeded with telling of his story. "I just arrived myself in the village I was accused of. In fact, I just arrived in this country. Well, I saw a group of soldiers trying to rape a woman and beating down her son. So I decided to intervene. The soldiers didn't like being thrown around like rag-dolls so they left and got a bunch of their buddies as well. There was about twenty of them when they decided to hold the woman and her son hostage. Of course I surrendered on the word that they would let them go. But, as they pulled me away in the prison wagon. I saw them kill the woman and her son by slitting their throats." He sighed heavily at this part. "Well, it took them about ten men to put me in my cell. The men were laughing and making fun of me all that day. That night, the Fugitive Foresters came and broke me out. But before I left, I made them pay for breaking their word. Especially their commander." He smirked at the memory. "Rule number one: Your word is law. Never break your word because only bad things can come of it." He said as he went back up to his forge and pulled out another peice of metal. This one he had to craft into an axe so the wood gathering parties could go and chop up wood.

He started to hammer out the axe. "Well, there doesn't seem to be much innocence in this country. It is one of the reasons why I joined the Forest Fugitives." He said as he finished hammering the blade of the axe. He threw the piece back into the forge to heat up again so that he could drill in the hole. "But you don't have to worry, Blaise and I can get him out. If we can't, then there isn't much we can do until he goes up for execution." He said as he sat down to his tea. He took a sip before talking again. "So how did you and Chrono know each other?" He asked.

"I've know him for quite some time..."Rosette said, giving hi a sad smile as she sat down. "I've been an orphan for a very long time, since I was about eight I think. And for as long as its been that way, I had my little brother with me. The woman who took care of me and the others was very kind, and even though it isn;t allowed, she taught us how to read and write. My brother and I sort of.... found Chrono when we were in the woods one day. We got lost and I feel into this hole, my brother followed in after by mistake. We couldn't get out, so we folloed the little stream of water at the end and found him. I think he must have gotten lost as well, and was very weak and sickly. We helped him out of that place, and wanted him to come back to the orphanage with us, but he refused. He preferred to stay in the woods, so we went and visted him everyday. Eventually, Mrs. Jeanne, the woman who taught us and ran the orphanage, was found out and arrested. Chrono saved all of us. He led us out into the woods and brought us to safety. The men who'd taken Mrs. Jeanna caught up to us eventually, and tried to take us all. Joshua... he had this strange, ability, and he tried to fight them off..."

Rosette paused, looking at the ground.

"But he was just a little boy, he couldn't do it all on his own. I ran. Chrono and I ran, we tried to get away, and he got caught. I know I was just a little kid, but so was he! I should have stayed and tried to help him..."

"I think my dad was a blacksmith..." Rosette said, pulling her legs up onto the chair and resting her chin on them. "My mom... I think she used to sing... I remember a really pretty voice..."

Rosette stopped, could she reall say that with confidence. She was at least six or seven when they died, and Rosette's brother was always ill. She was usually very brash, loud, outspoken, but when it came to him she treated her younger brother as if he was made of glass. Did he hate her for treating him like an helpless infant? Did he hate for leaving him to be caught. DId he hate because she left him alone... to...

"I'm pathetic..." Rosette muttered.