“No, I’m going to bring you to an orphanage. Unless you want to be a guard or soldier.”
“Not for fighting. They used not to, but are accepting them to do the backline healing, nursery and cooking.”
“Healing, huh? To be honest, that sounds like my forte. Do you think they have the same spots for a boy?”
“Oh, yes. You can choose if you are going to take care of the badly injuried or to attack and heal at the same time, as I do.”
“Can they perhaps teach me if I take the offer?”
Andrei seems to be filled with curiosity
“Well, priests usually take children too. And priests can heal. I don’t think the priests are picky, but only over 18 to join the guard”
Nicol looked up and said in a very low tone, as she always did.
“And me, cousin?”
“You come with me.”
He thought of something and sighted.
“Just for curiosity, how old are you, kid with the staff?”
“I thought of something. You seven, find somewhere to stay with someone to take care of you. An orphanage, a monastic order, a druid with a hut in the middle of nowhere, it doesn’t matter for me. I will pass on the sundays to teach the girl how to fight, and only her”
“I want to know if there’s a Priest that can teach me. Fighting is too scary for me.”
The sound of high heels clacked across the flooring. Despite the soil it was supposed to be stepping on. A Telias assassin with short green hair walks up. Or at least, she was in a blue dress…
“No… Millias… I was too late…”
She looks at the survivors. Before turning to the soldier.
“You! Did you get anything from the old man?”
@Mercenary