Chapter 234: New Stomping Grounds
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Chapter 234: New Stomping Grounds
New Stomping Grounds
It was strange to have no classes while he waited for his graduation to acolyte to be sorted out. Martel still worked one bell every morning in the apothecary, but compared to his schedule since he first arrived to Morcaster, that felt like nothing.
Tonight was an exception, being Pelday when the sparring guild met, and he also had to visit the Night Knives in their new location. But first, remembering that Master Alastair had promised to speak with the overseer yesterday, Martel went to ask for news.
"Oh, Martel. I can guess why you have come." Keeping the door to his chamber ajar, Master Alastair stayed inside as his student stood in the hallway.
"Did you speak to Mistress Juliana?"
"I did, my boy. It will be a few more days, probably."
"I don't understand. What's the cause for all this delay?"
Master Alastair looked towards the floor. "Your situation is unique, Martel, with just one year of schooling as a novice. I'll let you know as soon as I know anything for certain."
No wiser than yesterday, Martel walked away while his teacher quickly closed the door.
***
The new address for the Night Knives in the bridge district belonged to a stone house with the typical two stories. In size and appearance, it reminded him of Oswald's home; probably built around the same time given the similarity of location. The only difference was that the Night Knives had a small courtyard between the street and the front door, typical for small merchants where they might store goods and other materials for their business. As for the mercenaries, it would provide them with a small area for training, and all in all, clearly an improvement to the apartment in the insula.
He found the door to the yard open; with only two inhabitants, they probably did not bother keeping someone outside at all times to respond to knocking. They did watch the front entrance, Marcus opening the door as soon as Martel had rapped his knuckles against it.N0v3lTr0ve served as the original host for this chapter's release on N0v3l--B1n.
Martel stepped inside to enter the main chamber of the ground floor, containing a large table and numerous chairs. Beyond, he could spy a small back room that served as kitchen and probably had the door that led to the alley on the other side of the house. By the wall stood the implements of war, dummies holding armour alongside a weapons rack.
"Come by as early as you can tomorrow. We'll go to Smallport together and wait for the shipment."
"See you tomorrow."
***
Arriving at the Chamber of Earth, Martel looked around to see who else had come to spar. He was eager to try his shield spell; while it was too late to prove anything in regard to his examination, it would be good to confirm that his spellwork was still in order. Given his labours with the Night Knives, his magical shield might very well save his life at some point.
Henry approached him, slapping one hand down on his shoulder. "Come for another scalp? Physical conquest during the day, magical conquest at night."
Maximilian joined them, apparently having overheard the remark. "What now? Nordmark, have you been involved in scraps without me in the city?"
Martel stared at Henry, making vague protests while wondering what the air acolyte knew.
"Our good novice keeps getting messages from women in the city," Henry shared with a glint.
Feeling mortified, Martel glanced around until he saw Eleanor across the room, hopefully out of earshot.
"That reminds me, why are you still in brown?" Maximilian muttered. "Did you not have your examination last fiveday or something?"
"I did, it went fine," Martel quickly explained. "They are just sorting out some administration before I get my new robes."
"In that case, if this is my last opportunity to beat the novice, what say you to a round of sparring?" the mageknight said in challenge.
"More than happy to oblige."
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Chapter 234: New Stomping Grounds
New Stomping Grounds
It was strange to have no classes while he waited for his graduation to acolyte to be sorted out. Martel still worked one bell every morning in the apothecary, but compared to his schedule since he first arrived to Morcaster, that felt like nothing.
Tonight was an exception, being Pelday when the sparring guild met, and he also had to visit the Night Knives in their new location. But first, remembering that Master Alastair had promised to speak with the overseer yesterday, Martel went to ask for news.
"Oh, Martel. I can guess why you have come." Keeping the door to his chamber ajar, Master Alastair stayed inside as his student stood in the hallway.
"Did you speak to Mistress Juliana?"
"I did, my boy. It will be a few more days, probably."
"I don't understand. What's the cause for all this delay?"
Master Alastair looked towards the floor. "Your situation is unique, Martel, with just one year of schooling as a novice. I'll let you know as soon as I know anything for certain."
No wiser than yesterday, Martel walked away while his teacher quickly closed the door.
***
The new address for the Night Knives in the bridge district belonged to a stone house with the typical two stories. In size and appearance, it reminded him of Oswald's home; probably built around the same time given the similarity of location. The only difference was that the Night Knives had a small courtyard between the street and the front door, typical for small merchants where they might store goods and other materials for their business. As for the mercenaries, it would provide them with a small area for training, and all in all, clearly an improvement to the apartment in the insula.
He found the door to the yard open; with only two inhabitants, they probably did not bother keeping someone outside at all times to respond to knocking. They did watch the front entrance, Marcus opening the door as soon as Martel had rapped his knuckles against it.N0v3lTr0ve served as the original host for this chapter's release on N0v3l--B1n.
Martel stepped inside to enter the main chamber of the ground floor, containing a large table and numerous chairs. Beyond, he could spy a small back room that served as kitchen and probably had the door that led to the alley on the other side of the house. By the wall stood the implements of war, dummies holding armour alongside a weapons rack.
"Come by as early as you can tomorrow. We'll go to Smallport together and wait for the shipment."
"See you tomorrow."
***
Arriving at the Chamber of Earth, Martel looked around to see who else had come to spar. He was eager to try his shield spell; while it was too late to prove anything in regard to his examination, it would be good to confirm that his spellwork was still in order. Given his labours with the Night Knives, his magical shield might very well save his life at some point.
Henry approached him, slapping one hand down on his shoulder. "Come for another scalp? Physical conquest during the day, magical conquest at night."
Maximilian joined them, apparently having overheard the remark. "What now? Nordmark, have you been involved in scraps without me in the city?"
Martel stared at Henry, making vague protests while wondering what the air acolyte knew.
"Our good novice keeps getting messages from women in the city," Henry shared with a glint.
Feeling mortified, Martel glanced around until he saw Eleanor across the room, hopefully out of earshot.
"That reminds me, why are you still in brown?" Maximilian muttered. "Did you not have your examination last fiveday or something?"
"I did, it went fine," Martel quickly explained. "They are just sorting out some administration before I get my new robes."
"In that case, if this is my last opportunity to beat the novice, what say you to a round of sparring?" the mageknight said in challenge.
"More than happy to oblige."
Chapter 234: New Stomping GroundsNew Stomping GroundsIt was strange to have no classes while he waited for his graduation to acolyte to be sorted out. Martel still worked one bell every morning in the apothecary, but compared to his schedule since he first arrived to Morcaster, that felt like nothing.Tonight was an exception, being Pelday when the sparring guild met, and he also had to visit the Night Knives in their new location. But first, remembering that Master Alastair had promised to speak with the overseer yesterday, Martel went to ask for news."Oh, Martel. I can guess why you have come." Keeping the door to his chamber ajar, Master Alastair stayed inside as his student stood in the hallway."Did you speak to Mistress Juliana?""I did, my boy. It will be a few more days, probably.""I don't understand. What's the cause for all this delay?"Master Alastair looked towards the floor. "Your situation is unique, Martel, with just one year of schooling as a novice. I'll let you know as soon as I know anything for certain."No wiser than yesterday, Martel walked away while his teacher quickly closed the door.***The new address for the Night Knives in the bridge district belonged to a stone house with the typical two stories. In size and appearance, it reminded him of Oswald's home; probably built around the same time given the similarity of location. The only difference was that the Night Knives had a small courtyard between the street and the front door, typical for small merchants where they might store goods and other materials for their business. As for the mercenaries, it would provide them with a small area for training, and all in all, clearly an improvement to the apartment in the insula.He found the door to the yard open; with only two inhabitants, they probably did not bother keeping someone outside at all times to respond to knocking. They did watch the front entrance, Marcus opening the door as soon as Martel had rapped his knuckles against it.N0v3lTr0ve served as the original host for this chapter's release on N0v3l--B1n.Martel stepped inside to enter the main chamber of the ground floor, containing a large table and numerous chairs. Beyond, he could spy a small back room that served as kitchen and probably had the door that led to the alley on the other side of the house. By the wall stood the implements of war, dummies holding armour alongside a weapons rack."Come by as early as you can tomorrow. We'll go to Smallport together and wait for the shipment.""See you tomorrow."***Arriving at the Chamber of Earth, Martel looked around to see who else had come to spar. He was eager to try his shield spell; while it was too late to prove anything in regard to his examination, it would be good to confirm that his spellwork was still in order. Given his labours with the Night Knives, his magical shield might very well save his life at some point.Henry approached him, slapping one hand down on his shoulder. "Come for another scalp? Physical conquest during the day, magical conquest at night."Maximilian joined them, apparently having overheard the remark. "What now? Nordmark, have you been involved in scraps without me in the city?"Martel stared at Henry, making vague protests while wondering what the air acolyte knew."Our good novice keeps getting messages from women in the city," Henry shared with a glint.Feeling mortified, Martel glanced around until he saw Eleanor across the room, hopefully out of earshot."That reminds me, why are you still in brown?" Maximilian muttered. "Did you not have your examination last fiveday or something?""I did, it went fine," Martel quickly explained. "They are just sorting out some administration before I get my new robes.""In that case, if this is my last opportunity to beat the novice, what say you to a round of sparring?" the mageknight said in challenge."More than happy to oblige."
