On the Outside

[Rezantis]

Rez nods blearily to Bjorn. He, as usual, doesn't much look like he appreciates this whole 'morning' concept.

"Morning. Sleep well?"

[Bjorn]

Bjorn nods deferentially to Nathan.  "Good morning, Master Shuker.  I slept as well as I might, and thank you for your concern."

Probably laying it on too thick.

[Rezantis]

Rez blinks, then shakes his head as if to clear it, looking slightly more awake after he's done so.

"A good thing to hear.  And you, m'lady?" He turns to the aforementioned.

[Dracos]

Dracos eats, glancing over the two and pondering the slight change.

When finished, he sees if he can either get the group alone for a bit or get a bit of relatively private time to both examine and get some practice with the blade he's now carrying.

Dracos

[Rezantis]

Rez is, well, not cheerfully, but voluntarily dragged off by Drac after breakfast is done.

[Huitzil]

Paul isn't too hungry... at least, not for "medieval cuisine", anyway. Rather than jump up for breakfast when he awakes, he stays where he is, looking over his song-book as he tries different fingerings on his lute, not yet playing it. He tries to examine his fingers as they do what they know, and sees if he could somehow learn or retain for his own mind what his hands already know.

[Brian]

Paul: Okay.

Phil, Nathan:  Once you finish your meal (or as much of it as you're interested in), the practice yard is empty.  The regulars aren't much for practicing this early, apparently.  The sun hangs even lower in the sky than before ... but you're effectively alone.

Parthipan follows you outside after a bit, and sits on a snow-free bench beneath the eaves of the building to watch, and pore through his tome of ... whatever that is.

Bjorn:  Liandral is still inside, discussing the route with Mirallia.  He says that a wagon train should arrive within an hour or so, and after the horses have been given a moment or three to rest, you'll go south on the wagons.  She agrees that this seems to be a good plan.

[Dracos]

Dracos glances back at Bjorn.  "Bjorn, would you mind a word when you are done?"

Dracos

[Bjorn]

Nodding deferentially to Master Dracos, Bjorn replies, "If Madame Mirallia sees fit to spare me, Sir Bloom, I would be happy to be of assistance."  His face remains placid, but his eyes flicker about the room -- people are watching.

[Brian]

Mirallia breaks off from her conversation with Liandral, and nods.  "You may go outside and practice," she says, before turning back to Liandral.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn bows his head.  "Thank you, Madame."  Turning back to Dracos, he continues, "I am at your disposal, Sir Bloom.  What can I do for you?"

[Dracos]

"Good.  Come along Bjorn.  We'll talk at the practice grounds."

Dracos lead the way out there.  He subtly glanced around once they arrived, checking to ascertain the level of privacy.  Noticing that the practice yard was pretty much empty, he relaxed somewhat, drawing his blade and examining it's make, quality, general sturdiness, and if anything special caught his eye about it.  Meanwhile he chatted with the others...

"So... anyone else having odd...carryovers or some such?  I seem to be able to vaguely recall the correct way to address people now.  I wonder if that's a sign that we're being absorbed or that we are absorbing them."

Dracos

[Bjorn]

Bjorn frowns.  "Yeah.  I had a... flashback isn't the right word.  I had a 'remembering' -- if I think hard about it, I know things about the Church of Hamar which I obviously shouldn't."  He shrugs.  "But I'm not getting any memories with them.  It's like I learned them  a long time ago, and then forgot them.  I'm not worried about being absorbed."

[Dracos]

Dracos nods.  "Fair enough.  Would you care to share any of them?  We should try and keep track of whatever we know so that all of us can react more...realistically."

Dracos stretched, testing the weight of the blade, the heft, feeling the familiarity with it as he tried to get in touch with the feeling of wielding it.

Dracos

[Brian]

Phil: It's a greatsword.  You know this sucker's gotta be heavy, but it feels solid in your hands, not heavy.