RP:A Discussion Between Frostmaw Knights

Icey Path

Svilfon is wandering aimlessly through Frostmaw's frozen pathways. He is tired; bounding the powers within his book was exhausting work. Though, there's also a certain weight off his shoulders now he no longer has to consciously ensure the magic is safe. The blizzard still rages around him, whipping up the snow and making the air frigid. But Svil no longer feels it. Heat from his robes added to his own natural warmth means he's more than comfortable in the storm.

Hildegarde had been measured for new armour, much at the behest of Satoshi - and to some extent Kasyr - and told to participate in a tournament of sorts. She wandered off through Frostmaw, now trudging down an icey path. The cold did little to her, save bring a sort of inner peace and sort of relaxation. The cold soothed her tired skin and muscle, eased her aches and healing wounds. But she was certain, as she wandered, she could see a figure up ahead! So, she upped her pace as fast as her wounds would carry her, attempting to see who was up ahead. "Oh," she said, as she realised it was the wizard she could now call friend, "hello!" she smiled at him warmly.

Svilfon offers a strangely crooked smile as the dragon appears from within the storm. For just a moment he is silent, before he speaks in a voice that easily carries past the sounds of the storm, even though it appears the wizard is making no effort to speak loudly. "Word of your exploits whispers on the wind, Hildegarde, Knight of Frostmaw." The vampire lifts his hand and tips his hand, sending a shower of snow falling down from its brim. "Finding those we hunt, hunting those who may hunt us, even, if the more wild words are true, saving damsels. And to top it all off, taking part in lady icicle's tournament. They think highly of you, Knight." It's clear enough by his words he means the citizens of Frostmaw.

Hildegarde had to look around at his words, half-expecting to see a gossiping townsfolk run off; giggling deliriously, but perhaps the wind really did speak to the wizard. He was, after all, a wizard. "It is unusual to hear of my exploits, but it seems that only the people of Frostmaw know of them," meaning the people of Kelay had no idea of her actions, but this was not something she disliked. In fact, the knight did not openly or even covertly seek glory. Even his 'Knight of Frostmaw' had her blushing; silvery scales shimmering across her cheeks in embarrassment. She was Kirien's swornsword, not an official knight of Frostmaw and not even an official knight by some standards. "I can tell you my 'exploits', my friend, if you wish to see a difference between my words and the ones you have heard!" she said with a friendly little smile. At his words, she had cottoned on to his meaning, but she shook her head with a shy smile, "Then they are too kind."

Svilfon laughs with genuine good humour, the sound unforced and filled with amusement. "Ah, lady Knight, rare it is the giants of Frostmaw are accused of being too kind." With another crooked smile he takes a step closer, and only then does he take in her appearance. He is silent for just a moment, before with a light shrug he carries on. "I am sure they speak true words, Hildegarde. Even more so when they come from Satoshi's mouth." With that he leans in a shade closer, checking from a safe distance the blood on her clothes. "Not all of it yours, I hope?"

Hildegarde smiled as the wizard laughed, offering a little shrug of her shoulder, "Then let me be one of the people who accuse them of being too kind." As he took in her appearance, she moved her gaze away; as if to focus on something else rather than wonder what he might think as he bore witness to her poor state of affairs. She was too proud to beg for money, yet too humble to accept it from someone, for fear they need it more than she: it was an awkward combination. "Truly, my friend? I, er, I am not accustomed to people hearing of my name or who I am, nor of my deeds. I do not expect such a thing to spread beyond Frostmaw, though!" As he posed his question, the Silver sighed almost tiredly, "I hope I do not disgust you, but this shirt has been so stained it will no longer come out clean. I do not have another pair, nor can I..." she didn't wish to say she couldn't afford it, so she cleared her throat. "My blood is a price I am happy to pay for the safety of the people."

Svilfon grins again through the storm at Hildegarde, "In truth, I do not know how far words of your exploits reach. I care little for what goes on below Frostmaw's boundaries." As she speaks words of disgusting him, the wizard laughs again, "I walked these frozen streets for weeks in robes that barely covered my body... and it's windy, so most the citizens probably saw far more of me than they would have liked. Yet it matters nothing." He waves his hand in her direction, "We of Frostmaw, and I do speak for everyone in this, would much rather a warrior in rags than a coward dressed in jewels. Not to say, of course, that you yourself are in rags." With a crooked grin that's altogether too ambiguous, he carries on. "But there are places you can go. You can get your clothes repaired, or just buy new ones. It matters nothing. Tell them you are a Knight of Frostmaw, and they'll aid you. That's what I do! Svilfon, wizard-knight of Frostmaw." With that he offers another tip of his hat. "Or, of course, just ask Kirien. Those who serve this place should never go without."

Hildegarde halted for a moment to help Kenway slither off her shoulder and under the neck of her shirt, so he may hide away from the brunt of the storm in her thin cotton. It was more of a mutual agreement, rather than him taking it upon himself to move. "I believe they've travelled as far as your ears and nothing more!" she smiled, before laughing at the thought of him exposing himself to all the citizens -- unintentionally of course! "Goodness, I do not intend to be showing that much of myself to anyone!" But she nodded in agreement, "Indeed, the Queen explained such to me earlier, but alas, it feels so... unusual. I am not an official knight of Frostmaw; I'm not even a knight in the eyes of some. As for Kirien..." she sighed softly, "Things are amiss with him, at the moment. But I hope to see him soon, to check how he is."

Svilfon waves away her words, "You don't understand how this place works, Hildegarde. You see a lot, I am sure, but you do not yet understand the nature of Frostmaw." With that, Svil steps forward and lays a hand on her shoulder. It stings his skin, where flesh meets dried pieces of her blood, but if the pain bothers him at all Svilfon doesn't show it. "Do you think I am officially a knight? No one has ever said to me that I am a knight, yet ask any citizen and they will tell you I am. If you are a knight of Frostmaw, and would protect this place from anyone, then you are that..." He shrugs then, "As for the eyes of some..." Svil snorts, "I have been called a thousand things from a thousand different people... yet I care nothing about it. They can think of me what they will, for they do not have the power to change what I am. If they come for me, I'll destroy them, but most would rather hide in the shadows, whispering words to each other like little old ladies." For just a moment Svil seems almost angry, before he shrugs again and resumes his earlier crooked smile. "So you just have to decide, Hildegarde, whether or not you're a knight of Frostmaw... and if you are, beside perhaps visiting Ignatius, there's nothing else you need do. And even Ignatius will not stop you. He will merely offer the same welcome as I did.... perhaps just a shade less violently... maybe."

Hildegarde, after a few moments of having Svilfon's hand upon her shoulder, gently peeled his hand away, for the sake of not wishing to cause him undue harm. "You are wise, my friend. You offer wisdom that I shall fall upon in my times of need, this I know." She offered him a smile, before patting his shoulder, "Perhaps I should do the shoulder patting, as your blood does not burn me - that I know of..." She offered a light little laugh, before saying, "I am glad to be of use, here. While I am shy in the concept of good words about me, I am glad to know that the people are pleased with me."

Svilfon snickers, "We wizards are a wise bunch." He nods, before speaking about her earlier words. "As for Kirien... he aided Satoshi in giving me something. I have wanted to find him; if for nothing more than to offer thanks. He is hard to find, though. We of the Coterie are bound, but we're also rather adept at hiding when we do not wish to be found. I worry about him sometimes." He grows silent for a moment, seemingly unbothered by the hand on his shoulder. "He will be fine, though. It's Kirien, after all." That causes a wide grin to flash gaps and fangs into the frozen air, "As for you, Hildegarde. Do well in the tournament, also. I too have entered. It would be... fun facing you again." If the prospect worries Svil, he doesn't show it - but then, there isn't too much that really worries the vampire.

Hildegarde nodded in agreement about Kirien, "He has a way of disappearing, which is a stressful way of living for a swornsword!" she offered a smile, before saying with a reassuring voice, "I worry about him, but I know he is a very capable man." But then the topic was moving swiftly on, so she retracted her hand and offered him a little smile, as well as a surprised expression. "I wish you the best of luck - not that you'll need it! - my friend. I hope to make Frostmaw proud! But," she glanced around, before imparting the wisdom of her father, "my father always says: you need not win, but you needn't lose either."

Svilfon smiles along with Hildegarde, appearing entirely at ease. "That he does, and that he is. He'll be fine, even if it costs you a few grey hairs." For a moment he wonders if silver dragons even get grey hairs, but as always his attention shifts quickly. "Yes, thank you. I am not too worried about it. I will either win or I won't." As her own wisdom is imparted, Svil grins. "Your father was a wise man... err... dragon. Just make sure you put on a good show." With that, Svil takes half a step back and draws in a cold breath. "And you never know, Hildegarde, perhaps if rumour is true, winning the tournament will mean you have more gold coins than you know how to spend."

Hildegarde laughed softly, "What is worse is that he won't know he's giving me grey hairs!" she didn't really think she could get grey hairs, but it wasn't something that occupied her thoughts; just one there for a passing moment. "I will do my best, my friend, thank you." She smiled, ready to wish him farewell, but finding herself chuckling at his words, "It simply means more gold coins to give to the homeless and that orphanage in Gualon!" she said so honestly; with such child-like compassion and happiness it was easy to see why she may be called naive and idealistic. 

Svilfon shakes his head with a quiet little laugh. "Perhaps they enjoy sleeping under the stars, and a little hardship growing up isn't so bad a thing." With that, he half turns, ready to wander back into the blizzard. "Remember, children in Frostmaw must be fed also... the things you buy here do more than merely offer protection against the cold. They too fill the stomachs of hungry children... giant children, I might add! And they too also ensure those giants have a roof over their head. So spend large." With that he tosses his hand in her direction. From seemingly out of nowhere a small pouch of gold coins would sail the distance between them. "Think of that as a gift from me to the people of Frostmaw... Get yourself cleaned up, so your opponents all know it is a knight who faces them." That said, Svil grins, before tipping his hat and preparing to wander away.

Hildegarde said to Svilfon, "I'll see you in the tournament, friend of mine!"