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Aldeus awoke with a yawn and a strech.  With his own quarters occupied he'd spent the night in the room he'd set up for his chocobo.  Among his many useful skills, Lysander made an outstanding bed and he'd slept wonderfully.  Sunlight shone in from outside and he could see it was a beautiful day.  The previous evening had been quite the coup.  With three new sets of hands to help out, he would finally be able to set himself to the business of rebuilding the order.  Though still unsure of his decision to take on the role of Templar, what was the worst that could happen?

With three new applicants to the order, Aldeus decided it was important to be presentable and put on a better show of things than he had been, and the foundation of confidence was presentability. He crossed the courtyard without running into anyone and made it to the men's bathing room. Along the wall were a series of stone tubs each elevated off the ground to allow a fire to be lit beneath them. There wasn't any wood to light a fire, but a cold bath was better than nothing. He started running the bath water and stripped off his clothes that now smelled strongly of chocobo. When the bath was fully drawn he turned off the faucet and got in. The water was cold, but refreshing. Like going for a swim in a very small lake. He scrubbed himself clean from head to toe, which for an Elezen was a more daunting task than most, then drained the tub while drying. He cleaned under his nails and filed them. Then trimmed his hair and shaved.

With a towel around his waist he poked his head out the door. No one in sight. Perfect. He suddenly realized that if Eadmund was still in his bedroom, he wouldn't be able to get dressed. He felt it was unseemly for a knight to show so much bare flesh to anyone they weren't courting, so he took all the towels he could and wrapped his entire body. To the casual observer he would seem quite mad, but this was the price of honor.

Seeing the rat, the youth slowly reached into a small pouchat their side and pulled out a bit of stale bread.


"No reason for us both to be hungry." the  Mi'qote said, flicking the bread towards therat and watched as it bounced to the side a bit. Leaning forward to  rest their elbows on their knees, watching therat with thoughtful eyes.

The rat nibbled on the bread, holding it tightly between his front paws. Suddenly, the bread dropped, and the rat scurried off at echoing thud from the front of the hall.

Isielin stood over a modest pile of wood, coughing at the resulting plume of dust.

"Pitiful," she muttered. "This is going to take forever at this rat-"

She looked up, noticing the young Mi'qote.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Can I help you?"

Standing up, the youth nodded. "Lookin' for work." they said, taking a moment to tighten the cheche at the back to keep it in pace. The voice was soft and muffled from the head gear, but the words were easy enough to make out with an accent that normally came with those that lived on the street.

Using their eyes to indicate that state of the place, the Mi'qote turn their attention back to Isielin. "It needs work." Out of habit, the youth gave Isielin a quick look over for anything that could be stolen or to gauge if they were a "tourist."

A loud yell can be heard from the kitchen from across all of the building, maybe even outside. "Damn you to hell!" Afterwards a pot can be heard thrown against the wall. 

Once anyone gets to the kitchen you would be able to see a dent pot on the floor over by the wall and Eadmund now, furisously, cutting some vegetables on his cutting board and that the kitchen looks absolutely spotless. After a bit of cutting he throws them into a skillet and begins to add some spices, the aroma is heavenly. Eadmund is also no longer in his armor and appears to be wearing a white cloth shirt, cloth pants, and some sandals while wearing an apron.

Isielin's stare bore into the Mi'qote with a direct, cautious air. The gaze did not waver, as she tracked the Mi'qote's every small movement.

"Needs more than work," she said at last. "It needs nourishing. A building is only as good as the people who are in it; those who's hearts are cold live in cold homes. Yet those who fill their homes with love..."

She paused, took off a glove, and ran it along the length of a stone column that supported the roof.

"Everything in here was once alive. It yearns to breathe once more. Even here, in this desolate land..."

Isielin brushed off her hand and held it out;

"Anyway, I am Isielin. If work is what you sekk, there is plenty of it. I myself am trying to fix the stables but haven't nearly enough wood. You should speak to Aldeus first, however. This is his outfit after all."

Suddenly, a yell and a crash can be heard from further in the building. Isielin's eyes widened.

"That seems to be pretty typical around here. Still, I suppose we should go check it out."

I'm not cold Aldeus thought as he listened in on the Iselin's remarks from a window to the courtyard.  He heard a crash and a yell coming from the kitchen and ran toward it.  His arms wrapped around his body to hold on to all the towels.

When he arrived at the kitchen and saw the transformation, his first thought was What axeman travels with fresh produce and kitchen supplies?  He pushed that thought away though.  "What happened Eadmund?"

The red-eyed youth had kept kept still while the other spoke, eyes darting at the sound of crashing from another part of the building. Stepping in after Isielin, the Mi'qote followed the other down the hall, the footfalls as silent on the stone under. 

However, at the smell of food, a loud growling could be heard. It sounded at first like some angry dog, but could be quickly be discovered to belong to the street rat behind Isielin.

Eagle after returning from his meeting came upon the door ready to go in.
He smelled the cooking probably fro mEadmund and heard some talking.

Eagle hesitated before walking through the door.

"Do I even deserve friends for selfleshly fighting for coin." Eagle said to himself.

"Well this might be the best way to help others."

Eagle then opened the door only to be hit with a even stronger smell of what seems to be some well cooked food. He followed the smell into the kitchen.

Eadmund turns to the gather crowd coming threw the kitchen door. "Ah, good, you're all here. Breakfast is almost done, come and sit down at the table." Some plates are already set at the table in the kitchen, a few moments pass and Radmund brings the skillet over to the plates and begins to scrape servings onto each plate. "This dish consists of Auroch steak, potatos, onions, peppers, eggs, and a few extoic spices. I do hope you all like it." Eadmund sits down at the table and then begins to eat.

Isielin nodded to Eagle and bid him good morning. She looked down at the meat. She scraped the onions and peppers off, and subtly moved the meat onto the Mi'qote's plate, who looked rather famished. She said a small prayer to Nophica giving thanks, before biting into the potatos and vegetables.

"You have my thanks, Sir Eadmund, and my compliments," she turned; "Templar Aldeus, if I might have a word with you after breakfast, and preferably when you are wearing more than just towels, I would be much obliged."

Aldeus smiles awkwardly.  "Of course, my door is always open.  Except for the next few minutes, I'll be just a moment." 

Aldeus backs slowly out of view to go and get dressed.

Seeming to have been forgotten for a few moments, the street rat takes the opportunity to calmly look at the food on the table... and quickly grabs up a few things and walks out of the room.

Eagle nodded back and sat down to enjoy a nice meal.

"Thanks Eamund this is about the best I have ever had."

Eagle began to list to everyone and ponder his new friends.

"Do Paladins even have need of a hand to hand specialist he wondered, either way the way of the Paladin seems to line up with the way of the Monk and we could help alot more people as a team...."

Finding a safe spot away from the other, the youth pulls down the face covering while facing the wall and processed to stuff their face with the food taken with all the grace and pose and a two year old with spaghetti.