• Mature • It’s Not A Date, As Such.

[Darcyanna Venora]

104th Vhalar, 717

“Inspirational, yes, that and so much more. It’s like taking the cover off a lantern, letting the light shine further and brighter.” She smiled at the taller noble, pleasantly surprised that he got it. That he understood the why, and seemed to respect it. Watching him experiment with his own rocks, Darcy nodded with a humourless chuckle.

“Anthea is a regular, yes, but it’s only for silly things like Euphoria or reevi. Things she and her entourage can smoke and feel like they’re doing something just the most scandalous. Really, having a good glass of brandy would do more to them, but who wants to just drink brandy? Plus, have you seen Euphoria burn? It’s actually quite pretty.” The blonde said, an innocent question, neither asking anything further about his experiences nor offering one. She’d meant what she said about not pushing her habit into others unless they asked.

“I genuinely think that if you asked the people in there what they thought of the music, they’d probably not be able to even tell you they’d heard it. I could have just given Anthea her goods and left, and it wouldn’t have mattered, but I can’t resist that grand. It’s got the most beautiful sound to it, and the tuning is always perfect. No sarding idea why though, it never gets played except when I’m here. Lady Tulburn can’t hold a tune to save her life.” Watching the bright blue ripples as Caius tossed another rock, Darcy blushed, suddenly realising she may have made an assumption that the ink stained student would consider them friends. Fortunately, true to the form the pianist had experienced so far, the taller Gawyne followed up with more words that indicated he was okay with it.

“I love your sentiment, but it’s true. It’s sort of hard to make friends when you’re not exactly a social butterfly. Pythera was...well. I’m sure you’ve heard stories of her around the traps. A traitor, a bandit...she’s not changed. I don’t think she ever will.” The young woman looked over at him again with a sad smile.

“I’m sorry, about your sister.” She said gently, letting the conversation lay. There were things in their pasts, painful family things that frankly were better discussed when she wasn’t tripping the fairysnuff. As the last rock disturbed the tiny creatures, Caius’ words changed. They became less light and took on a much more personal affliction. The platinum haired Venora wrapped her arms around herself as he came close again, watching the play of curious emotions on his face. Her heartbeat practically made its own music as it pounded in her chest.

“You shouldn’t...I...there’s not much under the covers that’s worth exploring Caius.” She said softly, her eyes dropping with a sudden moment of weakness, a glimpse of the young woman’s self-worth - or rather her lack of it. If there was any innuendo to be found in her words, Darcy didn’t realise it. Shaking the somber moment, she turned her sunset gaze on the Gawyne again, seeing his eyes turn to the water with a clear consideration of her suggestion the lake was a great place to swim.

The words he all but breathed next were very much not at all sounding like he was talking about the bioluminescent bug display, and her eyes lit up with both surprise and delight. Was he seriously considering taking a dip in this weather? As though to emphasise the cold, her breath plumed between them, even as he pointed out that this wasn’t cold for his family.

“You’re joking right? I mean, it’s really, really quite the experience but...” Darcy’s very purple eyes dropped to his hand as it slowly released the buttons on his jacket.

Oh.

Looking up again, the Venora found she’d lost the ability to make words. The young woman had felt it, her own heated reactions to the sandy haired youth not entirely unfamiliar to her, but in the way she had worried about calling Caius a friend so soon Darcy had brushed any suspected shared sentiments away as imagined. Yet, here the Gawyne was, grinning stupidly as he removed his jacket and confessed he was potentially not just interested in her as a friend.

It was of course, normal. They were young. He was a man, she a woman. Hormones were rampant. The logical side of her hazy mind tried to sort through things, tried to make the words happen.

“Well, Lord Gawyne, what a gentlemanly thing to say.” Darcy started carefully, toeing off her boots and dropping her bag with a smirk, her confidence boosted by the snuff in her system. Reaching up behind her neck, the blonde released the catches that held her dress closed and peeled the lace down, dropping the fabric at her feet with an equally stupid grin. Clothed still in a simple black brazier set, the shorter woman walked into the cold water with a gasp, gritting her teeth against the chill. As she walked, the light from the lake glowed a soft blue against her alibaster skin, allowing perhaps the other student to see more than just her scandalously underdressed form.

“I’m sure we two perfectly adult like nobles can keep things entirely proper.” Darcy said with a breathless gasp as she lowered herself into the water up to her shoulders, before laughing softly.

“For now.” There it was, if anything, an acknowledgement the feeling was mutual.

[Caius Gawyne]

"The alteration of the mind for better access to the creative process isn't an unknown truth, but everyone's got a line somewhere, I suppose." Caius admitted coolly, though whether he accepted that one needed to use another substance to reach a different state of mind or whether one could perhaps achieve a similar state of mind through meditation or sheer force of will, he didn't say, his experiences with the substances she seemed to be almost habitually knowledgable about limited at best.

"Scandalous?" The young Gawyne laughed, "I don't think she'd know scandalous if it came up and bit her."

He smirked, nodding as if to indicate he knew enough about Euphoria and its effects, including its strange sparkle. It was almost the drug of choice among creatives, though perhaps only rivaled in popularity by reevi. She talked of music and his smile faltered again, looking away to the blue ripples his rocks made in the water, the dancing lights quite lovely as they reacted brightly just under the dark surface of the water. For a moment, he found himself wondering whether or not they had a pattern, "People like to keep instruments and art around because somewhere, deep inside, they know how it makes them feel. But no one wants to sarding admit that those feelings are at all helpful or useful, given how exceedingly hard some things are to quantify."

Caius looked at her when she spoke of her family, and he realized he hadn't made the connection until she said the woman's name out loud—Pythera. He'd heard the name, and it had never been with anything good surrounding it for context. She was Darcyanna's sister? His eyes widened for a moment and he frowned. He'd only heard whispers, and he found himself wondering for a breath or two if the blonde before him had ever been harmed. She must have felt so trapped. She seemed to still feel that way. He tossed his last rock, attempting to skip its flatness over the surface, and as he did so, the places the rock bounced off of lit up and he smiled lopsidedly when he spoke to her.

Under the covers. Surely he misheard her, neck burning at the thought, but then her invitation to swim hung between them and all he could hear was his own stupid pulse. Sarding scandalous in the cold, in someone else's garden, in the middle of the night. And why not?

"No, I'm not joking." He was slipping off his jacket, shrugging the long, white surcoat with its silver embroidered sleeves off his narrow shoulders without much evidence of concern. She made it sound as if she'd swam in the lake before, but it had hopefully been in a different season. Ymiden or Saun. Not the sarding arse-end of Vhalar. Surely, she would have mentioned if there was anything else in the water, though the lake or pond or whatever it was in the middle of the estate's garden was clearly ornamental in nature with the bioluminescent creatures.

Caius had stolen her words for a moment and he saw it on her face. Nothing about what he'd admitted was at all gentlemanly so much as what he considered a necessary honesty after just barely a trial and a half of knowing each other in person. Darcyanna did not object, and he was left with more buttons and more layers and it bordered on the sarding unfair. The northern noble began to pretend at some form of decorum, the fleeting thought to look away and give Darcy some hint of privacy, some mystery between them, but he didn't. He couldn't. He bit his bottom lip until it stung and watched unblinking how, just like that, she slipped free of her dress and grinned at him, stepping toward the cold liquid darkness.

He managed to exhale the breath he'd held, clearing his throat and returning to his own efforts at undressing, which all seemed so annoyingly complicated by comparison between his vest and his shirt oh and his sarding pants until he was left in his own far less exciting undergarments, now ever so bright amber gaze drawn to the glowing blue surface of the water as the blonde Venora waded in,

"You know what, I'm not even going to attempt to make that promise." The young Gawyne riposted with a waver in his voice both from the cold and the boldness of his declaration, "Because nothing about this is at all proper—"

And if anyone else from the party felt like a late night stroll through the rest of the garden, well, it'd sarding well be a ridiculous mess, too.

"—so I can't pretend I'm going to start behaving when I'm already aware I'm not." Caius laughed back at her, not at all taking the delicate route to wading in so much as moving quickly, even if he found himself insanely distracted by too many things at once. Ankles. Knees. Skip the rest for a quick gasp of air until he, too, was up to just below his shoulders.

Oh, for Fate's sake, this was not his wisest of misadventures.

The water was expectedly, exceedingly, painfully cold. It was also as amazing as promised. Steam rolled off the glowing surface of the decorative pond from his breath, but he watched the light as he moved his hands, truly fascinated. It was not an unfamiliar sensation, as growing up in Gawyne with a handful of brothers meant any number of childish stupidities in half-frozen bodies of water, some of them dares and some of them purposeful training at the hands of their tutors. The luminescence was indeed quite a beautiful, strange experience—the creatures so impossibly small that it appeared as though just the water itself glowed a bright blue. And then, lastly, there the pair of them were in next to nothing in someone else's decorative body of water for no other reason than it seemed like a sarding stupid exciting idea at the time,

"I'll have you know, this is totally how us Gawynes bathe all cold cycle." He lied so blatantly in their near-touching proximity that he laughed, nervous and coy and needful because Darcy was far too pretty and far too undressed and far too willing to go along with such ignoble antics. And he was far too sober to even agree with them, but he did. "Which is obviously why our House contribution to the military population is so embarrassingly low. Because the death rates from a simple washing are quite astounding in the frozen north."

He hissed his joke, the freezing liquid like a clawed slap in the face only everywhere else on his body, particularly sensitive bits very, very pissed off about this venture, but his bare feet felt the bottom and the glow everywhere was both mesmerizing and mystery-ending all at the same time. The young Gawyne's expression was distracted, but his already near-numb hands sought for hers with a lopsided smile, not at all shy about tugging her closer, warm honeyed irises traveling over the enticing silhouetted view he was now allowed to see.

Caius stared and said nothing else for several bits too many, as if trying to figure out the next level of ridiculousness that he could discover in such company. Well, the obvious was there. He didn't need to hesitate, but he did because this was someone else's house and someone else's pond and someone else's potentially entertaining view, choosing instead to let chilled fingers travel over the blonde Venora's pale skin, up her arms to her shoulders, tracing her collarbones with his scabbed lower lip in his teeth,

"You were right—quite the experience and all that. Beautiful, even. But ..." He didn't mean the water, his left hand moving to cup her face so that he could make good on his non-promise of total impropriety, kissing her without a warning but unwilling to linger too long, whispering his more intelligent thoughts with warm lips, "We probably shouldn't stay."

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[Darcyanna Venora]

104th Vhalar, 717

Darcyanna giggled as she stood shoulder deep, watching the Gawyne fighting with his layers of clothing as though he couldn’t quite move fast enough. She drew her hand slowly through the dark icy water, watching with fascination as the glowing pinpricks lit up around her. The blonde shivered in the blue light, her breath rolling in steaming clouds across the surface. Fates it was cold! Yet, it was worth it. The pianist had in fact swum here before, just not when it was so sarding cold. They could not stay in here long, not at this rate.

Turning her gaze back on the lanky student, the Venora almost admired his no holds barred approach to entering the chilled lake, wincing at his gasp. It wasn’t just cold, it was painfully cold. Her fingers felt numb and again the shorter woman shivered, but the substance in her bloodstream protected her somewhat, numbing her nerves and slowing her brains signals saying ‘get out it’s feking Vhalar’.

“Probably a good thing, given I’m dreadful at being proper anyway.” The pianist said with a shivery laugh, looking down into the clear waters around them. She could see all the way down to their feet, the luminescent organisms glowing where they moved their legs up to the surface where their hands swept gently. It was a beautiful lighting effect, romantic if it weren’t so deathly cold.

At the joke, Darcy genuinely laughed, surprised Caius could manage humour when the freezing waters bit into their very bones. Below the surface, the ink stained hands of the apprentice brushed her own, drawing the blonde in with a burst of vibrant light. She could see now, the warm color of his iris’, like a fine cognac or even thick sweet honey. It swept her up, roamed her being with unabashed openness, matching her own silvery lilac gaze. As the man’s chilled fingers traced their way over her alabaster arms and shoulders, Darcy kept her eyes on his, hands at her sides for the time being. Her breathing was shallow, shaky with the cold and her pulse raced. This was perhaps a bit further than she had expected to go when she’d asked the mixed blood Gawyne to come get some fresh air.

“This must j-just be l-l-lovely for you then. Like a s-summer d-d-dip.” The blonde chattered with a sigh as fingertips stroked her collarbone and Caius looked down at her with his injured lip between his teeth. Fates, he had to know how he looked. It all happened then, too fast to react, a hand on her cheek and the soft slightly cold press of his mouth to hers. It was brief, too brief for Darcy, her hands barely grazing the skin of his abdomen and breath catching in her throat.

When the taller nobleman pulled back, the Venora stood looking for a moment in trembling silence, trying to think of something witty to say. It didn’t work, instead the shorter woman drew her own lip between her teeth as she looked up at him, cheeks flushed even in the freezing temperature.

“Q-quite the exp-p-perience.” Darcyanna all but whispered, searching his amber eyes with a heated gaze that dropped to the Gawyne’s mouth and further still before glancing up again with an altogether wicked grin.

“We should definitely go.” She said clear as a bell, moving reluctantly away from the taller Caius and moving back to shore in bursts of blue. The water was freezing, but the air was just as cold. As she stepped onto the manicured grass, Darcy’s hands trembled and steam rose gently from her skin in the chill night air. She pulled her dress on, uncaring about getting it wet, before picking her boots and her bag up to carry them.

“There’s a pathway around the side of the house, leads down to the kitchens. We can go through there and then upstairs to take the doors out.” The pianist said quietly as she waited for him to dress, before grabbing his hand and leading them quickly through the dark garden and along said path. It was empty, save for a staff member on break or some other scandalous couple trying to hide in the bushes. They reached the door which Darcy confidently opened and dragged him through, thankful for the immediate warmth in the busy workspace. Perhaps not surprising enough, none of the hands seemed to be shocked by their appearance. It wasn’t the first time they’d had random house guests come through, and it wouldn’t be the last.

Giggling Darcy pulled Caius closer, pausing to press a kiss to his lips with a grin, before moving again. She held his hand tightly as they almost ran through the kitchen, reaching the stairs that led up to the foyer. At the top Darcy cracked the door, looking for anyone they needed to avoid, before quickly slipping out and walking rapidly to the cloak room.

“Lord Gawyne and Lady Venora.” She said to the steward, suppressing another laugh as her eyes turned back to the aristocrat. The man bowed deeply, disappearing for all of a bit before he returned with their warmer outer gear. He held it out for Darcy to slip into, gentleman to his core, but the blonde simply grabbed it with a grin and pulled Caius out of the open front door. Their carriage had waited, the coachman jumping down with surprise and pipe in his mouth to open the door for them, and with a laugh the pale and not so dry noble jumped in to seat herself with a sigh, across from where the taller boy would have to sit, careful not to crush the flower she’d left on the seat.

Breathing hard and laughing, she waited for the door to shut, grinning with delight.

“And that, my Lord Gawyne, is how you escape Anthea Tulburn’s parties.”

[Caius Gawyne]

"Lovely? Yes."

While the strange, living blue light illuminated their barely dressed bodies in the water, Caius couldn't help himself, fingertips lightly tracing over pale skin. Darcy didn't pull away from his very blatantly improper touch, watching him watch her with her irises an enticing shade of pale lilac; their mixed Biqaj heritage giving their devious curiosities away. She stood still, however, but the expectancy between them suddenly felt palpable. His heart raced and despite the numbing chill of the water and the freezing late Vhalar air, a needful warmth stirred in his prophetic veins. His languid touch encountered unexpected things, however: hints of what felt like scars on her shoulders just before he lifted one hand to hold her face—

By the Seven, she didn't even push him away or call him sarding stupid, the too quick, too curious press of their lips together deemed permissible in the freezing cold but brilliantly lit waters of the Tulburn pond. It was not enough, the stirring of a more heated interest rising in his thoughts like steam from their breath on the pond's surface. Her firm declaration that the pair should take their leave made the young Gawyne blink, pulling him from his distracted stupor with the flash of her wicked grin,

"I agree." Caius exhaled about both the experience's levity and the expedient escape from the sarding party that now felt so very necessary, unable to keep from watching her wade her way back out of the pond before following, honeyed gaze lingering on the now more obvious marks illuminated by blue light on her otherwise perfect, pale skin. Scars? He swallowed his confusion, far too distracted by her dripping, steaming silhouette in the darkness of the Tulburn's garden as he waded from the water, the lovely blue glow forgotten in favor of the sight before him. Pausing at the shore to run cold hands over his wet skin, gooseflesh under his palms as he attempted to somewhat dry himself. It was a Fates-be-damned useless endeavor.

He then eyed his clothes, undergarments dripping chilled rivulets over his knees and onto his toes. This sarding wouldn't do at all, tugging dry pants over wet anything. A furtive glance at Darcy revealed her dress was over her head, and while she had far less to struggle with than he did, the northern noble seized his moment to slip free of the wet fabric that clung to his everything, turning perhaps out of mortal instinct away from the woman he'd just kissed, heart in his throat. Depending on just how fast she managed to pull her dress over her person, the rear view was brief but all there in the cold darkness, Caius cursing and laughing his way into his dress pants before he turned back to reach for his shirt in a huff of hot breath. He may have even returned her grin that walked the line between devious and inviting, buttoning just enough buttons to keep his shirt on before pulling his ivory surcoat over it, pressing violet fabric against damp skin. Picking up his vest, he had his boots almost one when the blonde Venora spoke, reaching for his hand.

"You've been here one time too sarding many to know all of these secrets." The northern noble teased, tangling their fingers together, his already far warmer than normal. Quickly but quietly, they wove their way past well-manicured hedges and neatly trimmed flower beds that were empty now that the cold cycle had taken hold. The little path took them past a solitary servant who smirked at them but said nothing and then past a rather enthusiastic couple who'd decided the chill was worth the rewards. To say that Caius' thoughts weren't at all fueled by the sounds of their obviously intimate antics would have been a lie, but then Darcy was opening a door and he inhaled sharply, the heat of the kitchens almost stinging his skin that had been cold for far too long.

No one stopped what they were doing, though one or two of the servants eyed them with wide grins or whispers or a laugh. This was clearly a common occurrence during young Lady Tulburn's collective revelries, and so the young Gawyne felt no guilt at the interruption. Caught off guard when the blonde Venora tugged him closer, he hummed a noise of surprise against her lips, lingering to lean his body towards hers, to press her against the warm wall as he'd done just barely over a trial before but with utterly different intentions. Darcy squeezed his hand then, grinning at him and reminding him that they were attempting to stealthily escape the party—together, right now, and quickly—not to give the entire kitchen staff a show, so he followed with swift, long strides through the busy room, up the stairs, and into the coat room with the stupidest of grins, barely dressed and not at all put together properly. And yet, thank the Seven, the gentlemanly coat servant didn't even blink an eye at them, dutifully retrieving their outerwear without a word of judgement from his lips. Caius simply tucked his cloak under his arm with his vest and nodded his thanks with what could only be called the most sly of giggles, amusement creasing the edges of his warm amber eyes before the pair fled the house entirely.

Before his body could even get used to the warmth, they were outside again, slapped with the Vhalar chill with a cloud of hot breath. Darcy slipped from his hand after the poor coachman leapt from his seat, obviously surprised by their sudden presence, and held the door for them both. Caius' gaze wandered to the blonde Venora with a lopsided smile, but he leaned toward the coachman, warm fingers digging into an inner pocket of his surcoat,

"How much do you get paid a night, ser?"

"Two gold nel—why?"

The young Gawyne pressed six gold nel into the man's free hand, a wicked grin on his face, "Take the scenic route, if you would, as neither the Lady nor myself are quite ready to retire."

The coachman glanced at the coin with wide eyes and coughed, "Er, yes, my Lord. How scenic would you—"

"The Andaris countryside is very, very lovely this cycle, I hear."

And with that, the northern noble laughed almost awkwardly, aware that Darcy had probably heard his every word. Half-climbing, half-falling into the carriage, he let the coachman close the door behind them and leave the pair to whatever they wanted,

"Oh, well, I think I know a thing or two about escaping."

Ledger and Things ...

-6gn for a fun ride.

Continued here.

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[Quio]

Overview

Comments: I've got to say, I sort of felt sorry for poor Anthea during this thread. You two dissed her so thoroughly throughout your posting that I almost began to wonder if she had personally wronged the both of your PC's. So what if she has a big nose.

Oh wait.

She's nosy. I get it now. Please tell me it's because she's nosy. Outer beauty mimicking inner characteristics and all that.

Still, poor sweet misguided Anthea.

Anyways.

Reading through this thread, there were a lot of the type of lovely little descriptions I adore so much. This review would be hella long if I quoted each and every one I loved, so I'll restrict myself with one from each of you. Darcy's "magenta and golds bleeding into the irises like smoke", and Caius' "something darker than her choice of makeup" were two of my favorites. They are just such good descriptions; I would have never thought to describe 'smoke' in someone's eyes like that, and I love it when people turn plain writing into a poetry all its own. Well done to the both of you.

I liked that despite this being a classic 'party thread' it focused on character insights, on revealing who exactly both Caius and Darcy really are. Darcy's anxiety and her self-doubt made me sad; so it's good to see that though she feels alone she's able to find some solace in her playing, able to reach, perhaps, a level of introspection in the music that's independent of the destructive tendencies of her usual (read: sober) thoughts. There was a darkness in the second piece which was really telling. Lovely choice of music by the way; I love piano.

There was a lot for Caius in this thread, as well. It was clear from the beginning that he hated parties, but how much he hated them and why didn't become clear until he was actually at the estate. There was a fabulous juxtaposition to be found in his utter dislike of the other well-born socialites; I could see him struggle between his more comfortable role as a truth-teller in the journalistic world and the measured pretenses he has to create --the liar he has to make of himself-- due to his noble birthright.

DARCYANNA

CS: I didn't see this thread (or any, actually) listed on your CS, so please make sure to add your threads once you've started them!

Skill Knowledge:
Cosmetology: The Clothes Maketh the Woman
Politics: Know your lower houses and their aspirations
Medicine: Fairysnuff has hallucinogenic properties
Medicine: Narcotics can numb the six senses
Resistance: Using narcotic effect to dull external weather conditions
Resistance: Adjusting for hallucinogenic effects
Musical Instrument (Piano): Quality sounds with a quality instrument
Musical Instrument (Piano): Forgetting yourself in the music
Chemistry: Bioluminescence in nature
Seduction: Getting your kit off is a sure fire way to get his attention
Endurance: Tolerating freezing water

Other Knowledge:
Caius Gawyne: Gave you a flower
Caius Gawyne: Is often late
Caius Gawyne: Got his kit off too
Caius Gawyne: Kissed you
Caius Gawyne: Swam in the Tulburn pond (they call it a lake but let’s be honest here.)
Location: Outside Andaris: The Tulburn Estate
Location: The Tulburn Garden
Location: The Tulburn's Ornamental Pond

Loot: -1 dose of brainberry tea. -2 euphoria cigarettes, though the loss of these cigarettes may be negated by the nel gained from Anthea. -1 pinch of fairysnuff. Damn girl drugs are expensive.
Injuries: None.
Fame: -2 x 3 for breaking city laws (using drugs twice, plus selling them to Anthea) for a total of -6, +5 for playing the piano so beautifully (I'm sure someone heard, right? Right?), and let's say +5 for attending a noble party. So altogether a net gain of +4.

Points: 15/15
Magic: You CANNOT use the XP awarded for magic.

CAIUS

CS: I didn't notice this thread listed on your CS either, so if you would, please make sure to add it to your thread list!

Skill Knowledge:
Deception: I'm fine.
Endurance: Skinny dipping in Vhalar
Etiquette: Properly improper
Etiquette: Insulting someone with subtlety
Politics: Reminding someone of their status
Seduction: Admitting your feelings are more than platonic in nature
Seduction: Curious touches
Seduction: That first kiss, though
Stealth: Using less trodden garden paths in the dark
Stealth: Knowing how to find an alternative exit
Swimming: Getting into cold water quickly
Storytelling: You should have seen the other guy

Other Knowledge:
Location: Outside Andaris: The Tulburn Estate
Location: The Tulburn Garden
Location: The Tulburn's Ornamental Pond
NPC: Lady Anthea Tulburn, Political History Student
Darcyanna Venora: Drug Supplier for Rynmere University Students
Darcyanna Venora: Might have a drug problem
Darcyanna Venora: Pianist for hire
Darcyanna Venora: Got you out of your clothes for a swim
Darcyanna Venora: You kissed her first
Darcyanna Venora: Scars?

Loot: -1 royal velvet amaryllis and whatever it may have costed. I'm not sure if this is a flower that Caius should have been able to pluck from a garden somewhere, or something he would have bought at a florist. If the latter, please deduct whatever cost is appropriate from your ledger. -6 gn for the extended coach ride.
Injuries: None.
Fame: +3 for encouraging gossip about your own heroism (lol, that starry-eyed group of girls), +5 for attending a noble party. Total of +8 fame.

Points: 15/15
Magic: You CANNOT use the XP awarded for magic.

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