Silesia the Hound seeks out Karovir

Entering the city Silesia would be seen as she always is in her armor, her armor well looked after, polished and oiled. Silesia would check around the Refuge camp first in her attempt to find Karovir, if no luck was had there she would then walk into the city and to the barreks before asking for her there, in the event she was bussy or currently away on business Silesia would offer a soft bow of her head and then waiting around for her to return.

The guards or other Akh'Velahr would probably point in the direction of the refugee camp and the farmlands saying that Karovir is most likely training refugees again.

Nodding her head in thanks Sil would head over in that direction, after finding them she would watching the training for a little while before approaching with a small smile. "May I assist in the training at all, all I would ask for in return is a moment of your time, I can offer training in both offencesive and defencive styles, as well as phalax fighting, and also how to use a axe to the fullest ability."

Karovir offers her a welcoming nod and shouts something over to a man who holds a sword like a broom then looks back to Silesia: "Feel free to share your experience, only keep one thing in mind. Don't try to hire any people for your Hounds and best just don't speak of them. I train these people for another purpose." He shifts his gaze over the practicing people for short: "So what do you want to talk about?"

"The Black Hound Company does not poach, besides they have homes and familys." she would say unbuckling her armor and setting it out on the ground until she was just standing there in cloth trousers and a bandage bound chest, horribel nasty looking scar covered her pale body, a reminder of her past life. Looking over the crowd she would motion to the armor. "Your armor is one of three things that prevent you meeting death, the second being you skill in combat and the last, the most important of all, the reason why you fight in the first place." Looking around Sil would invite people to come and have a look and try on her armor. "these three things are the most important, because if you let any of those three fall into disrepair, you, will, die. Take a moment to have a look at my armor notice how it is polished and oiled, just like you can not function fully without food, whatever you end up in will not function properly if you do not look after it." Walking over to him Sil would cross her arms over herself seeming a little insecure out of her armor. "I hope to speak to you of two things, the unconfirmed rumors about one of my own delivering an elf to the Zhents and also seeking your advise on who I would have to speak to about which parts of the forest we would be allowed to get lumber from, replanting three for every tree we fell, I still need to speak to the Circle on this though to insure on diplomatic mishas happens."

Karovir smirks as she gives the refugees a lesson on armors then replies: "The matter about selling a kin will not be dealt with by me but someone else. About the trees you would do well by asking the druids about it though if you really replant three trees for each tree you fell I see no problem unless you are planning to cut of a significantly great part of the forest."

Sil would nod softly as she listened to his words. "I am already recived tehir blessing to take only what we need, the Steward has been kind enough to offer his skills as a Capenter, I thought it best to check with Myth'Drannor as the Forest is on thier land, as for the business about one of my own selling an Elf... Such a thing I would be gratful if I was able to speak to who ever was investigating it, if these rumors do turn out to be true, that Monster has no business being apart of the Hounds."

Looking back to the trainee's she would nod softly although for some reason she would have a hint of jealiosuly in her eyes.

Karovir could be heard grumbling silently as she mentions the steward of the circle then nods to her saying: "The keeper has been meeting the person in question I still didn't hear of the outcome. About the trees: If you really want to be sure you should ask the Coronal. Write a formal letter and ask her. If she agrees, no one else here shall object." Noticing her gaze at the trainees he would say after a while: "You can come and train here whenever you want. Share your combat experiences with the others and improve your own."

Aramil arrives at the training grounds carrying while grumbling for the weight a dozen of crossbows and 24 quivers with bolts.

"Captain trying to turn villagers to warriors? it may take some time, lets try a more easy aproach..a crossbow, you just aim and shoot even a child can shoot with it."

Aramil turns to the farmers gathered.

"Who wish to have a fisrt try?"

Sil would nod softly. "I shall do so then, and your offer is very kind, I shall ask my commander if I an permitted to do so, to teach anti drow defence styles and in turn learn your standard style of defence sounds like a good agreement to me. Anyhow consider of your second for the rest of the day, tell me what to do to assist you in there training."

Smirking at Aramil Karovir replies: "I don't like crossbows because it takes ages to load them. But you are right in the hands of a farmer they can be deadly and as you already carried all this equipment here. Take anyone who wishes to learn it and show them." He then would nod to Silesia again: "Drow defence styles? It might be a bit early. I would like to teach them the basics first. How to hold their favorite weapon right, how fight with it while wearing an armor and without it.... how to fight at all. You are welcome to train or teach as long as you keep in mind that the aim is to make them able to at least defend themselves."

Sil started to get back into her armor. "With these numbers I would personally recommend bows, faster and when shooting in three ranks even someone who has never held a bow can be deadly. But still he you want them to be good you have to get them use to the sight of their own blood and the stinging lips of steel, better here in a controlled training ground than on the battlefield, but as you say basics first." Sil would then brake off and start to help train people, oddly though, she would not help train any children, almost seeming uncomfortable around them.

Most children who are there would be mostly sitting and watching or playing around with some of the wooden weapons because Karovir refuses to train any children himself. Anyone who wants to be trained would have to be at least 15 years or the elven equivalent old to be trained.

A Courior arrives before Karovir, from the looks of her, she belonged to one of the more faster and higher priced deliver companys, offering him a scroll case the rinder would turn her house and ride off!

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