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Isavet doesn’t know how many people from other worlds have come to this one
to pretend to be real Norsemen, as she is. Either her parents don’t know, or
chose not to tell her. She remembers asking questions when she was younger,
but then real life took over, and it didn’t seem relevant anymore. She did
sometimes listen to the two of them when they would have their private
conversations about it. She was a terribly curious little girl. Now that
she’s older, she has decided, however, that only one thing out there
interests her, and she is not yet ready for it. This is her home, and she
will fight for it, even if it doesn’t matter to everyone. Like this guy,
Caleb. What kind of name is Caleb?
“I don’t know what kind of name it is,” Caleb answers. “It’s my real name.”
“Maybe we could go somewhere a little more private to talk?” Isavet
suggests.
Caleb looks over at his mercenaries. “Nah, that won’t be necessary. I’m the
only visitor here, and when you talk about things they don’t understand,
they’re programmed to just ignore it. They’ll say something like,
I wouldn’t know anything about that, and just move on from there.
Have you not interacted very much with the NPCs?”
Isavet flinches. She’s heard that term before. She doesn’t know what it
stands for, but it doesn’t sound very nice. She also doesn’t want to get
into this. “Look, I was born here. I don’t care where you’re from, or what
lies beyond the walls. This is where I belong. Now I’m looking for someone
to train me. I didn’t know I would run into someone like you. If I have to
move on, I will. Just tell me before I waste my time.”
“No, it’s okay,” Caleb says. “You looked like you were immersive, but I
didn’t know that you were full native. Let’s have some lunch and talk about
what you need.”
He respects her wishes, and doesn’t push it. She must admit, she is glad
that he’s just a normal person. He’s not following any sort of
programming, as her father would call it. She doesn’t have to prove
herself further. He’s just going to help. Caleb didn’t come in here with
meaningful knowledge of Isavet’s culture, or any sort of training. It sounds
like he woke up one day and simply decided to give it a try. He has been
here for the last seven years. That is what she never understood about her
parents, who have been here even longer. What kind of life must they be
leading where they can simply take a break for decades to lead an entirely
different life? No, she doesn’t care about that. One day, she will
venture through the gates and complete her final mission, but she will have
to wait. She will have to protect the family she has here first.
Caleb gives her some options for who might be able to teach her how to fight
better than what she learned from watching her father and Vith. This is
where one of those so-called NPCs comes in handy, because none of her family
members grew up like this, so their training honestly can’t be trusted. If
one of these men has simply been magically given the skills that
she needs, then they might be the best tools for her to receive them
herself, since she can’t experience the same magic.
As it turns out, Hamarr, who all but attacked her when she arrived, is one
of the candidates from which she can choose. She selects him for the irony,
and because she takes the blood bond they formed seriously. They don’t waste
any time. They get right into it after lunch. They start...with chores.
She’s annoyed at it, but very experienced, and she’s going to respect their
ways. Hamarr says that with his wound, he cannot chop wood, so she has to do
it for him. Caleb doesn’t contradict the claim. So she agrees, but she will
only do this to a point. If she finds out they are only using her, they will
regret it.
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