Anne Savant: Are you alright?
Anmoch Coisich: I am understandably very angry.
Anne Savant: *nods*
Anmoch Coisich: This was no trial for justice.
Anne Savant: It was vengeance on us for many things.
Anne Savant: *frowns slightly*
Anmoch Coisich: It was a manipulation, and a shot for revenge.
Anmoch Coisich: When I first joined the Black ROse Society…..
Anmoch Coisich: I was told that the Roses never leave anyone behind….
Anmoch Coisich: ….that we always bring ours home from battle.
Anne Savant: It is not over yet…
Anmoch Coisich: *breathes out*
Anmoch Coisich: I hope not.
Anne Savant: you know the Major better than that.
Anmoch Coisich: The Major’s order is difficult to follow.
Anmoch Coisich: But follow it we must.
Anne Savant: *nods slightly*
Anne Savant: Keeping the ranks in order will be hard.
Anne Savant: *rubs the back of her neck*
Anmoch Coisich: I had a question for you earlier, but in lieu of recent events, it is best left unasked.
Anne Savant: *tilts head*
Anne Savant: Why?
Anmoch Coisich: I suspect we will be on alert for the next while.
Anne Savant: *nods some*
Anne Savant: But it sounds like we will both be in Ilshenar soon.
Anne Savant: Unless command changes their mind…
Anmoch Coisich: Aye.
Anne Savant: I have to continue Sgt Flint’s mission.
Anmoch Coisich: Of course.
Anmoch Coisich: Do you ride, Sergeant?
Anne Savant: *shakes head*
Anne Savant: I never had a chance to learn.
Anne Savant: I suppose I should make the time.
Anmoch Coisich: Aye, perhaps you should.
(Some of the recruits called to Anne about going to the tavern, with one addressing her as Sergeant. It threw her off for a moment.)
Anne Savant: *looks back after a delay*
Anne Savant: Damn.
Anmoch Coisich: Hmm?
Anne Savant: It will take some adjustment…
Anne Savant: *shakes head slightly*
Anne Savant: And you are going to help that fellow from Minoc?
(Anne referred to Stephen Wyngarde who had come looking for Anmoch earlier in the evening to join a venture of his.)
Anmoch Coisich: I will have to turn him down.
Anne Savant: *nods some*
Anmoch Coisich: I would need an extended furlough to join his expedition.
Anne Savant: You will certainly be needed here.
Anmoch Coisich: Would you like to learn how to ride?
Anne Savant: … And yes. I would.
Anmoch Coisich: Then I offer to teach you.
Anne Savant: … A normal horse, yes? Those nightmares are well out of my league, I am sure.
Anne Savant: *faint smile*
Anmoch Coisich: A normal horse, aye.
Anne Savant: *nod*
Anne Savant: If you can swing visits to the Twin Oaks…
Anne Savant: I am sure I can set aside time for lessons.
Anmoch Coisich: *nods*
Anmoch Coisich: Very good.
Anmoch Coisich: But I think I will turn in, for now.
Anne Savant: *holds up a hand*
Anne Savant: *unfastens a pin from her sash*
Anne Savant: Here.
Anne Savant: *hands it to him*
Anmoch Coisich: *takes it*
Anmoch Coisich: *examines it and nods*
Anne Savant: From the Lycaeum.
Anmoch Coisich: From the Lycaeum.
Anmoch Coisich: *chuckles*
Anne Savant: Hold onto it for me, will you?
Anmoch Coisich: *nods*
Anne Savant: *nods slightly*
Anmoch Coisich: I will.
Anne Savant: *clears throat*
Anne Savant: Well then…
Anmoch Coisich: A good eve to you, then.
Anne Savant: *nods*
Anne Savant: Goodnight.
Anmoch Coisich: *salutes*
Anne Savant: *salutes*