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Eagle looking to Aldeus 

"Hello I am Eagle Windstalker Sorry to barge in like this, I am just a wanderer who happened to pass by and meet this young lady."

Isielin gives a small pump of her fist;

"You gave me water when I was thirsty, is that not hospitality? I was taught to treat kindness with kindness. It is set then. And I agree with Sir Eadmund; if one is all that remains of their Order, are they not by default the highest rank of that order?"

" Even though I am new here I know how it feels to have so much responsibility when you do not even ask for it but we have to play our roles and you look of someone honorable and that of integrity I think you will wear the mantle well"

Eagle then gives a warriors bow and gesture that shows repect among his people.

Aldeus looks down at his feet and reengages and idea he'd been twisting around in his mind more and more. If any other knights had survived the Battle of Carteneau, they'd be in deriliciton of duty by now. Technically speaking, that would make him a Templar. Not High Templar as filling the position after an unexpected death required a vote by the three lower Templar, but he was at least now Templar of Justice.

Aldeus looks around "I suppose I don't have a choice. You all still have to take the vowes though." Aldeus' stomach rumbles. "Eventually."

"Then... let us break bread as friends, and discuss these vows in the morning. I for one wish only food, sleep, and to never see another grain of sand for as long as I live. To be able to fulfill at least two of these wishes makes me very fortunate indeed, no?"

"Respectfully um I have to ask what vows are you refeering to I am just a passerby and have already taken the vow of the seven."

Eagle then had a flash memory of that day on the highest peak of the mountain with wind so fierce it could break trees

I Eagle accept my destiny to bring peace to the world, my duty to protect others, even if it leads unto my death, May Our Seven Spirits be One.


Eagle snapped out of it with a faint shiver.

"They're knightly vowes, to abide by the codes of honor and chivalry and uphold justice.  There's some great reading material on it in the library.  Assuming no one's stolen the books yet."

"Yes dinner shall be nice and I will sleep outside and speak to you in the morning."

"Great, well I am going to head to bed now that this chore is done."

He walks away and out the kitchen. As you all look around you would notice the kitchen looks rather cleaned up a bit more a side from dust and a few things on the ground. A few moments pass and you might hear the door to what might be Aldues's room open and then shut with a lock.

"Have a well night Eadmund I shall try to sleep some as well."

Eagle walks out side to sleep up in a tree he scouted nearby.

Perhaps I will wake early enough to make some daggers as a token to my new acquaintances.

((Great job everyone.  We'll end it here as people are ICly going to sleep.  Also Eadmund, if you find any--magazines in Ald's room.  He lives alone.  Don't judge.))

The next morning, Isielin rose early to get a head start on those stables. The bedroll she had put on her chocobo had been kicked to the corner during the night, as the morning sun began to warm the desert up. She fed Sadie, said her morning prayers, and then began inspecting some of the wood.

Rotten. Termite ridden. Unusable.

Normally she would chop and gather the wood herself, but where does one find a large quantity of wood in the middle of a cursed desert? The lumber yards would probably cost double due to the hardships in actually getting the wood here, and judging from some of Aldeus' comments last night, the Knights weren't exactly rolling in coin.

That left only one things: missions.

There were always jobs to be done, for those who would brave them, and Isielin firmly fell in the catergory of 'brave'. She untied Sadie, mounted up, and set off into town to see what work she could find.

Eagle awoke from a dream, a dream he has been having for years always the same...Well sun will be up soon time to use my last supplies to try and make some daggers for my hosts.

After serveral hours Eagle held in his hand 3 daggers one with a picture of a chocobo, one with a knight, and one with a chef hat and knife. 

Eagle decided to leave the knives on the steps with a note

To my hosts and new friends, I have a meeting with an aqquantence in town but afterward we can discuss this oath, It feels like the same as I have done before with the 7. I am currently on my journey to walk the path of the monk as being a pugilist I have spent to much time earning coin and inflicting pain in the arena and lost sight of my destiny and path. So becoming a monk and helping others will help put me on my correct path so I do not break the oath I have already swore.


See You at lunch. I will bring something for Eamund to cook, 
                                                                                   Eagle


Eagle left the note and 3 daggers and left for his meeting.

The youth wasn't dressed impressively. Clothes were in onlya little better state than rags and it had been mended here and there with improvised tool and pins.  A tanned chechewas wrapped around the head to protect from sun, sand, and heat with only two dark red eyes peaking through.  A blackfluffy tail caked in dirt swayed this way and that as they walked down the early morning street. Pausing here and there, the red-eyed teen looked around for discarded items or maybe some water that might have collected in the early morning. It was habit more than anything else; the need to scavenge.
 
To anyone looking, this was another young boy on the streetdressed in rags. Perhaps a beggar. However, the only thing to offset the impression was the crudely made sword at their side. It had no sheath, but held in place by a leather belt. The metal did not have a finish and looked more like a thrown out slab of metal than a finished product. But there was an a sharp edge that lead to a sharper point and the youth had seen to fashion a handle to the end.
 
Pausing outside the Hall of the Twelve, the street rat eyedthe building thoughtfully. Rumors had spread about the politics of this place. It was a typical story one heard often. Strange upsets nobles, nobles ruins their life and takes everything from them. 
But it was still here and it had sounded like the man could use a helpinghand. If there was some food and shelter, that was good enough pay for them.
 
Walking to the two large doors, the street rat placed an earto it and listened. It was still early and no one was awake yet from the sounds of it. Or, if they were, they weren't in the main hall.
 
'It's not breaking in if the place is open to people,right?' the youth thought to themselves and started to lean into the door. At first it looked comical, someone that small trying to push the grand door open, but it happened. It took some effort and time, but slowly one of the doors started to open with a  deep groan that made the youth'sinwardly cringe. Once inside, they pressed their back to the door and worked on closing it, producing another deep creaking sound from the door.
 
'Not stealing anything. Not theft if the door is open andthe own wants help, right? Right.'
 
Not seeing anyone, the red-eyed child moved away from thedoor and sat on the floor; waiting.

((Just gonna npc here a little bit))

A rat scurried across the floor, in a desperate quest for food that never ended. There didn't seem to be any here, but the rat could not find the way out. Halfway across the floor it stopped, and sat on its haunches. It's nose twitched in the direction of the seated Mi'qote, and its thick pink tail thumped against the floor.