Family Reunion

[Iron Dragoon]

> roll 1d20+67 Stealth
<Kobot> Iddy rolled 1d20+67 Stealth --> [ 1d20=19 ]{86}

[Anastasia]

"Ah!" Your father startles, "Dear, what?" He's smiling as he turns and freezes a moment before laughing, "ALYSSA?!"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Hi papa!"

She hugs him tighter.

[Anastasia]

The hug is returned, a few laughs and looks from the men there.

"You've grown so much!" he laughs, "Look at you! I've heard you've done well for yourself, but look at you!"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Things have worked out well, yes. I've come to talk to you and mom about a few things. Jarem's helped mom's health. Cleric of The Red Knight, bodyguard and advisor. We had a few security issues at the Order."

[Anastasia]

"More advisor than bodyguard," Jarem offers his hand out, a handshake between him and your father. With a straight face, "Alyssa does tend to get into a lot of trouble."

"She's always been spirited," Your father agrees, the two meeting eyes. Very slightly, only notable due to your skill in perception and keen eyes, you see Jarem ever so slightly shake his head.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa rolls her eyes at the men, but ignores their little competition.

"Yes, yes, I got into so much trouble in Lord Melweather's library I was positively a terror. Let's get to the house so we can talk."

Alyssa chants a spell quickly and uses Prestidigitation to clean her father up.

[Anastasia]

"She was," Jarem says, "Queen over there just about brought down the entire kingdom, single handedly fought off a Sharran and then challenged Lliira to a dance off." His expression is utterly serious, even if his voice betrays his amusement.

"Hah, that's my girl," Your father says, "Let's go, Alyssa!"

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa snorts and heads out.

[Anastasia]

Home. A simple cottage from your youth, albeit in fine repair. Memories tickle at you as you walk back, taking it in.

Jarem walks with your father, the two engaged in casual conversation. "Yeah, and then would you believe he said he could run the entire army with only 10 blacksmiths?" Jarem rolls his eyes, "Amateurs! He thought logistics was a boring four letter word!"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Enough of that, now. Mom, papa, I want to offer you something. But first, Jarem, would you mind healing him like you did mom?"

[Anastasia]

"Gladly," Jarem says, as your father just nods. ""Red Knight, once again bring victory over our chosen enemy!" The same golden light and warmth goes through your father. He seems more now, more upright, more alert, body less aged and weathered, almost.

[Iron Dragoon]

"There. Now. I want to offer you two things. First, I'd like you to move to the Order with me. It'll be nice to have you near, though I don't expect either of you will settle for simple retirement. This will shock you some, but in the last few years I've become the head of the Order. There's a council, but I lead. I plan to expand the Order and trade, and that will include magical items and tools. Papa, how'd you like to become our Grandmaster Smith?"

Before either can react, she turns to her mother and continues, "Mom, similarly, you're an excellent seamstress. I'd like you to be involved with the clothing of our Order. Most of our people are researchers and don't pay much attention to either fashion or any real function. I honestly belive half of the order would walk around in bed sheets if they could. The regular workers tend to their clothes themselves, but I'd like to start something of a small industry. Fashionable, functional clothes for adventurers, with a slant towards a uniform."

[Anastasia]

"The head?!" Mother gasps, "Oh Alyssa!"

Father rubs his chin, "A grandmaster...that's a dream, but what about Lord Melweather?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"He's got a magical issue he just asked for help with. I'm sure considering how long you've been with him that, between that and maybe a payment of release, we'll be able to work something out."