#earthrunes

"Boys" She mutters as they keep going at it and barely listen, "Just don't expect me to heal you after this"

He watches, taking mental notes.

Finally, Tylar ignores his opponet's scream, and...wham!

The wooden sword takes the wind out of the satyr who crumples wheezing

Catir, despite her earlier statement, hops down from her perch on a fence, "I told you, blocking is your friend, let me see."

"Is he okay?" Tylar says

August pulls a face, impressed.

"I'm fine:" The satyr coughs

"I'll be the judge of that" The Gwydion says looking him over, "Yup, Hellabruise"//"I'm sorry," Tylar says "I just..well, the screaming got annoying so I tried what she said and..." The boggan pauses. HOw does one apologize for fighting better?

"SHhh" Catir says "He'll be okay, and you hit right"//Bazyl winces a bit but assures Tylar "It's okay, at least Sir AUgust wasn't around to see my shitty perfor...' He notices the look on the boggan's face "He's right behind me, isn't he?" Wince

"It's ok. I've taken similar blows."

"Well, that's good to know," Bazyl says then smiles "See, this is why you should take me as your squire. We have so much in common"

August chuckle. "I'm not much of a hero, Bazyl; not really even much of a knight, to be honest."

"I do my best, but...."

"oh come on, you've fought" bazyl says "And there are stories you went to the dreaming for quests and came back with a new sword and more"

He nods. "I did. And I'm sure I learned from it, even if I can't remember all of it. But I don't have the heart of a warrior." He says it easily, without shame.

"Well, it's cool, you're doing pretty for yourself"

"I am very blessed." He agrees. "Could we talk privately? Tylar, I'd like to speak with you too, but separately, please."

OOC: Pretty well

BIC: "Sure" Bazyl says and whispers to Tylar "Sorry, man" And the squire want to be satyr and the knight liam head off to a more private area

"Bazyl, thank you. I regret I've not been able to attend to your request before now. Can you tell me what you seek? What are your goals?"

"To be your squire" He says blinking

August chuckles. "Forever?"

"Well, no... but I figured I'd wing it. Squire during earlier wilder years, and then we see. I help you out, keep your weapons polished, maybe slay a monster for you when you're too busy and I'm all trained and outfitted. Eventually women could come to adore me, because, you know, Fiona hold, and I'd probably rebel dramatically for the sake of a young lady who you didn't trust but I did... really cool stuff from there, but in the end you'd have my back wether I was right and she had a heard of gold all along, or you were and she actually was a feme fatale plant"

August smiles. "Are you sure you wouldn't be happier with a Fiona knight?"

"Well, I thought about that, but you were hiring, and you know? THe whole Liam thing? WOrks. Mortals need help too right? And at least half of all dreamers are female right?"

August blinks. "I, ah.... I don't know if we have, ah, demographics on that. Have you met Sir Magnus?"

"Or Dame Leonora?"