Family Reunion

[Anastasia]

The hug is tight, almost frantic. "You've grown so much," she gasps, "Look at you!"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Yes. I've been very busy. Things were concerning for the last few years. Nothing life threatening, but life changing. I've come for a visit and a talk. How have you been? Dad and Alihana?"

[Anastasia]

"They've been well, mostly. Your father's chest bothers him these days - a passing healer said his heart is old," she sighs a bit, "He did magic to help, but wasn't strong enough to solve it entirely."

Jarem clears his throat, "I'm not versed in the finer parts of healing, but I'm an extremely capable priest. I can help with it unless it's beyond all but the divine to fix."

"Oh!" Your mother looks at Jarem, then at you and smiles. "Oh!"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Bodyguard. Sort of. The Order came under threat and we had a small attack. Jarem here is part of a deal with The Red Knight. Training and security, with a small Outpost and a bodyguard. Advisor. Both."

[Anastasia]

"It's an honor," Jarem comes forward and kneels to be at eye level with her. "For your daughter's sake, let me heal you and fix your maladies."

"Oh.." A trail off at that, giving you another look, this one more searching. "Just a bodyguard?"

"Oh, more than that, but Queen and I aren't, ahem, working together in a family way." Jarem takes her hand, "May I?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Please let him. I have something to discuss about your health with father as well. After you're both healthier."

[Anastasia]

Jarem's hand is taken as your mother sighs slightly. "Alyssa, I was hoping that...you'd have some one and be happy. A nice, strong man to take good care of - oh!"

"Red Knight, mother of victory and guardian of wisdom, bring down your healing. For in recovery comes the next victory!" Golden warmth spreads amid your mother. Her face seems more, fuller. Her posture straightens, her eyes brightening.

"There," Jarem declares, letting go of her hand, "You're still old, but a heal spell clears away virtually any non magical health problem, save certain inborn conditions, the loss of body parts or a few rare types of mental damage. You're as healthy as you can be for your age."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Thank you Jarem. And I know Mom. Let's talk about that sort of thing with father, too. Where's he at?"

[Anastasia]

"At the forge," Your mother stands, moving better, smoother than you've seen her in ages. She takes a few steps forward and smiles broadly, "Oh thank you, both of you. My eyes are clear, my hearing is sharp, my mouth isn't dry and my teeth don't ache!"

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa laughs.

"Magical healthcare. Something to invest in."

She heads to the forge!

[Anastasia]

Roll 1d100.

[Iron Dragoon]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 68, total 68[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

The forges are busy and loud. Here a handful of burly men work - including your father. A giant of a man in your memory and still quite large now, he wipes his sweaty brow clean with a dirty cloth. He's well over six feet tall, black hair matted with sweat and shot with gray. He's all muscle, albeit with hints of a layer of fat developing over him. He grunts and calls, "Alright, it can sit now," he says, "Take ten, go get a water bucket so we can have a drink."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa sneaks up behind him, using the sounds of the forge to cover her approach before hugging him from behind!

[Anastasia]

Just for giggles, gimme Stealth.