[sub]Bravaden looked out to the skyline of Western Coerthas, the stories of the place being rife with conflict as well as being one of the many bastions of defense against the Dravinian horde was drastically understated.  No story of gallant knights or bard’s song regaling a heroic journey could describe what he was feeling right now.  If he were here a few years ago it would be a different matter.  He’d chalk it up to training, or ‘living out his dreams’.  Now as he stood vigil over a caravan of supplies, it finally sank in.  He was at Falcon’s Nest, and was about to be doing some good- NO! Not good!  Edifying work!  He was going to help Ishgard, he was going to-[/sub]
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[sub]“Aye Brave!  Hop to it!  These boxes aren’t going to load themselves!  Ain’t no dragons attacking so no need for you to be staring off all stoic like, waiting to use that new toy we gave you.† One of the Ironworks caravan drivers gave a hearty wave to him as he brought Brave’s attention away from his stories.  The roegadyn simply shook his head as the hyur had once again been lost in his thoughts.  The new recruit hunched over apologetically as he hurried over to a box and helped load the cargo.  “Sorry about that, been trying to come here for a while now, and I guess it’s finally setting in.  Didn’t catch your name?†Small talk was never Brave’s strong suit, but if he had finally found an organization to put an honest day’s work in he’d need to get over it.[/sub]
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[sub]“You can call me-“ He looked the hyur over and smirked “Braensmihdâ€.  You wouldn’t happen to be the Limsan Lominsan we recently took on would you?† He gave a jovial shove to the hyur causing him to almost drop the box.  “Hey now!  I just started working here!  Don’t make my first wage be spent on replacing whatever you’re hauling in these crates!† He set the box the box down carefully as he replied to his new companion’s query. “And yes… I hail from La Noscea.  I’d say I miss the warm weather there, but you could say I’ve worn out my welcome there.† Brave attempted to play it off with a laugh, but Braensmihd didn’t need to be a soothsayer to read the highlander’s mood.[/sub]
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[sub]“We all got history Warder.  If you’re out here trying to forge a new way of life that’s fine and all, but keep in mind we’re here to restore the status quo for these Ishgardiens here.  Dragon’s being put in their place is one thing, but we’re of a mind to reacquire some of the lost siege equipment in Dusk Vigil, while shoring up the defenses of Falcon’s nest.†Braensmihd motioned over to a box as he picked up the one beside it, “Besides, leave the dragon slaying to the dragoons and Ishgardien knights.  We Ironworks folks got enough trouble on our hands fixing that giant airship the Holy See is so intent on.  We’ll handle these smaller jobs for Master Garlond while he and the ‘big wigs’ put their noggins to better use.â€[/sub]
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[sub]Bravaden gave a morose nod as the well-intended advice opened up an old wound.  “You have the right of it Braensmihd.  Don’t you worry, I’ll keep-“.  The hyur paused as he saw something heading toward Falcon’s Nest stairs.  It was blatantly obvious from the uniform that it was one of the engineers he and Braensmihd’s crew were to meet, what was more concerning was the deep red stain permeating the blue garb.  The fortress’ watch was already springing to action as they rushed to meet the injured man.  The roegadyn looked to Brave with a curt nod.  “Might want to hold off on loading now… something tells me the person we needed to deliver these supplies to just came to us.â€[/sub]
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[sub]He looked to Braensmihd as the injured engineer was carried past them on a stretcher.  The only thing that the man could say was “black… armor…†before he passed out from his body being wracked with pain.  The roegadyn directed his attention to Brave as he watched the pained mess of a man be taken to keep, “Hope you know how to use that thing…†Braensmihd said seriously as he looked to Bravaden’s  greatsword.  “Because it looks like your ‘simple’ guard duty just got a lot more complicated[/sub]
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[sub]“Aye Brave!  Hop to it!  These boxes aren’t going to load themselves!  Ain’t no dragons attacking so no need for you to be staring off all stoic like, waiting to use that new toy we gave you.† One of the Ironworks caravan drivers gave a hearty wave to him as he brought Brave’s attention away from his stories.  The roegadyn simply shook his head as the hyur had once again been lost in his thoughts.  The new recruit hunched over apologetically as he hurried over to a box and helped load the cargo.  “Sorry about that, been trying to come here for a while now, and I guess it’s finally setting in.  Didn’t catch your name?†Small talk was never Brave’s strong suit, but if he had finally found an organization to put an honest day’s work in he’d need to get over it.[/sub]
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[sub]“You can call me-“ He looked the hyur over and smirked “Braensmihdâ€.  You wouldn’t happen to be the Limsan Lominsan we recently took on would you?† He gave a jovial shove to the hyur causing him to almost drop the box.  “Hey now!  I just started working here!  Don’t make my first wage be spent on replacing whatever you’re hauling in these crates!† He set the box the box down carefully as he replied to his new companion’s query. “And yes… I hail from La Noscea.  I’d say I miss the warm weather there, but you could say I’ve worn out my welcome there.† Brave attempted to play it off with a laugh, but Braensmihd didn’t need to be a soothsayer to read the highlander’s mood.[/sub]
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[sub]“We all got history Warder.  If you’re out here trying to forge a new way of life that’s fine and all, but keep in mind we’re here to restore the status quo for these Ishgardiens here.  Dragon’s being put in their place is one thing, but we’re of a mind to reacquire some of the lost siege equipment in Dusk Vigil, while shoring up the defenses of Falcon’s nest.†Braensmihd motioned over to a box as he picked up the one beside it, “Besides, leave the dragon slaying to the dragoons and Ishgardien knights.  We Ironworks folks got enough trouble on our hands fixing that giant airship the Holy See is so intent on.  We’ll handle these smaller jobs for Master Garlond while he and the ‘big wigs’ put their noggins to better use.â€[/sub]
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[sub]Bravaden gave a morose nod as the well-intended advice opened up an old wound.  “You have the right of it Braensmihd.  Don’t you worry, I’ll keep-“.  The hyur paused as he saw something heading toward Falcon’s Nest stairs.  It was blatantly obvious from the uniform that it was one of the engineers he and Braensmihd’s crew were to meet, what was more concerning was the deep red stain permeating the blue garb.  The fortress’ watch was already springing to action as they rushed to meet the injured man.  The roegadyn looked to Brave with a curt nod.  “Might want to hold off on loading now… something tells me the person we needed to deliver these supplies to just came to us.â€[/sub]
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[sub]He looked to Braensmihd as the injured engineer was carried past them on a stretcher.  The only thing that the man could say was “black… armor…†before he passed out from his body being wracked with pain.  The roegadyn directed his attention to Brave as he watched the pained mess of a man be taken to keep, “Hope you know how to use that thing…†Braensmihd said seriously as he looked to Bravaden’s  greatsword.  “Because it looks like your ‘simple’ guard duty just got a lot more complicated[/sub]
