Memoirs of Anya Eisenjaeger
~Festag 25th Kaldezeit 2522~
It’s funny. Stefan, between bouts of dry retching, has challenged Pieter to teach him how to fight with some drift wood. Grunnd has already started tutoring him in how to care for his rather old and pitted sword he owns. To fight he put on armor that made him look as if he’d taken his fathers, it even fell clean off his shoulders at first fitting, all the while he remained perfectly composed. He is impressively serious, phlegmatic. This one is what my maid Helga would have called a cold fish, or a fish out of water. At least I’m not the only one.
Pieter thrashed him up and down the deck of the ship with alarming regularity today and Stefan picked himself up, dusted himself off and presented his ‘weapon’ again for more practice. He is stoically receptive to the abuse. He amazes me.
~ A ~
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