"Not the first time I have heard that one-" She laughed, remembering the sparring session with Sah in the maze as a means to be shown the way out. Brokkrid watched the child with the same tenderness that she showed to anyone worth the small attentions. Then she turned her full attention back to the man, "Heading in the right direction is a good sign. To be honest I've just been flailing in the dark this entire time." She acknowledged the thank you with a magnanimous nod. She had a soft part of her heart reserved for children, having been a child herself when she was thrust out into the world. Caido was a cruel place when it wanted to be, and if she could make it a little less so, then that was good.
"Sounds like you're some sort of master of the guard." She dipped her head in respect, now grasping a scant bit of his true title, "What is 'warden?' I am guessing that it is the guard of the city." She looked about, "Though you're the first patrol that I've run into since being here, truth be told."
Brokkrid finally attended to the subject of her training, "Whatever help I can get from whoever would be amazing. Flailing in the dark doesn't do much good with training my magic it seems." A sheepish grin spread across her features, turning the sharp edges of her face a little softer, bringing to the fore what she was told feminine aspects were: fragility, uncertainty- Not that she ascribed to any of these in her day-to-day. She would also love to see some of the men go through the things that women did on a daily basis.
"Your wife Evie, do you know if her school is accepting any new students? I would hate to be a bother to you, unless you're offering a lesson here and there?" Brokkrid asked, pulling a loose strand of her hair and tucking it behind her ear as she heard another merchant peddling some hot bread. Her stomach protested the absence of a meal and she covered it with a cough, moving the bellows to let the fire stretch its straining incandescent muscles as it masticated the wood, turning it to coke and coals.
"Sounds like you're some sort of master of the guard." She dipped her head in respect, now grasping a scant bit of his true title, "What is 'warden?' I am guessing that it is the guard of the city." She looked about, "Though you're the first patrol that I've run into since being here, truth be told."
Brokkrid finally attended to the subject of her training, "Whatever help I can get from whoever would be amazing. Flailing in the dark doesn't do much good with training my magic it seems." A sheepish grin spread across her features, turning the sharp edges of her face a little softer, bringing to the fore what she was told feminine aspects were: fragility, uncertainty- Not that she ascribed to any of these in her day-to-day. She would also love to see some of the men go through the things that women did on a daily basis.
"Your wife Evie, do you know if her school is accepting any new students? I would hate to be a bother to you, unless you're offering a lesson here and there?" Brokkrid asked, pulling a loose strand of her hair and tucking it behind her ear as she heard another merchant peddling some hot bread. Her stomach protested the absence of a meal and she covered it with a cough, moving the bellows to let the fire stretch its straining incandescent muscles as it masticated the wood, turning it to coke and coals.
