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Still posting from Book Five of the Academy of the Accord (fantasy) series that I have been (and will be) working on for forever.
Continuing from last week. Caristen and Torlew have been away with Marsden, taking care of the headmaster of the orphanage that Draethlen came from, and have just returned to the school – and woke everyone up. Kordelm, Wellhym, and Draethlen have gone to the castle for a debriefing of the mission.
A few minutes later the three of them entered the castle; light and voices flooded out from the dining hall and they turned toward it.
“Ah, there they are!” Vinadi said.
“Swords sheathed this time, I see,” Caristen said, smiling.
“Can you believe it?” Torlew asked, turning to Marsden, his green eyes twinkling. “Gone less than a month and we get greeted by three drawn swords when we get back.”
“Three?” Marsden asked, looking at him. “Draethlen drew his blade on you?”
“Yes, and he looked like he knew what he was doing with it, too,” Caristen answered.
“I told you,” Kordelm shrugged, sitting down and helping himself to a piece of buttered bread from Caristen’s plate, “that’s what you get when you wake warriors up out of a sound sleep.”
Draethlen glanced uncertainly up at Wellhym, wondering if he was in trouble for having drawn his sword, and Wellhym put a hand on his back, guiding him into a chair next to Kordelm and sitting down on his other side.
“Well, technically, the only one we woke up was Draethlen,” Torlew pointed out. “He roused you two.”
“As well he should have,” Kordelm said. “Sneaking into warriors’ barracks. Have you two lost your minds?” He snagged a couple pieces of bacon from Caristen’s plate as well, and Caristen chuckled and slid his plate over to him.
Marsden chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah, well, as long as the boy looked like he knew what he was doing.”
“He responded,” Kordelm said, “exactly as a warrior should.”
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