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<blockquote data-quote="Fenris" data-source="post: 4448083" data-attributes="member: 2820"><p>Jovik nods <span style="color: RoyalBlue">"I'll have the gold for the bargeman, no problem there. I have a few errands to run. I'll meet you outside the White deer in the morning." </span>says Jovik as he heads out. His head was spinning with the possibilities. Hook Mountains. Jovik would need a few cold weather supplies. A heavier cloak, a blanket. Gloves. He headed out to quickly gather them up.</p><p></p><p>He then headed to his parents house. He had avoided it all week. Finding reasons not to patrol that area. He knew he had to go tonight. He approached the door and knocked. He knew it was unlocked and that he was welcome, still, he knocked. As the door opened the warm smell of home spilled out with the light from the hearth, mom's cooking.</p><p></p><p>And Jovik was swept up into the arms of his mother in a smothering hug. Jovik, for once, did not try to avoid it or end it. Finally her crying drew the rest of the family.</p><p></p><p>His brothers immediately wanted to see his Wolf badge. Jovik knew they had both been capitalizing on his name and fame to garner a few free ales themselves. A hundred questions came at him. His brothers, both older and stronger, now stood hanging on his word, looked up to him. Now they were just fishermen. Jovik was a hero. A clearing of the throat behind them, cleared out his brothers and mother, leaving Jovik alone with his father. He gestured at the table. He and Jovik both sat down. Jovik looked around the kitchen. There was a new pot on the fire jack and it looked like lamb stew rather than fish had been for dinner. Mom had been spending at least a little of the money Jovik had been leaving. </p><p></p><p>Finally his father spoke. "So, you're a Wolf now eh? I guess the gods had a different path planned for you which is why you fought being a fisherman so hard."</p><p></p><p>Jovik nodded.</p><p></p><p>"Probably just as well, you were a lousy fisherman." continued his father with a rare smile that caught Jovik off guard. That broke the ice and he and Jovik talked for a long while that night. The rift between them fading.</p><p></p><p>Finally Jovik stood and stirred the fading embers. He called his mother into the kitchen.</p><p>"Mom, dad, I am leaving in the morning. I am leaving Sandpoint. I am headed to Fort Rannick up north, and I, I don't know if I'll be back." His mother cried and begged him not to go. His father nodded. He had come to accept his son's decisions.</p><p></p><p>"I am proud of you son, proud of what you have done, and the man you have become. You will always be welcome here." and with that he turned and headed back into the house. His mother tried to stuff some stew down him, to mold him longer, but Jovik gave one final hug and then headed back out into the night. His last night in Sandpoint.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Fenris, post: 4448083, member: 2820"] Jovik nods [COLOR="RoyalBlue"]"I'll have the gold for the bargeman, no problem there. I have a few errands to run. I'll meet you outside the White deer in the morning." [/COLOR]says Jovik as he heads out. His head was spinning with the possibilities. Hook Mountains. Jovik would need a few cold weather supplies. A heavier cloak, a blanket. Gloves. He headed out to quickly gather them up. He then headed to his parents house. He had avoided it all week. Finding reasons not to patrol that area. He knew he had to go tonight. He approached the door and knocked. He knew it was unlocked and that he was welcome, still, he knocked. As the door opened the warm smell of home spilled out with the light from the hearth, mom's cooking. And Jovik was swept up into the arms of his mother in a smothering hug. Jovik, for once, did not try to avoid it or end it. Finally her crying drew the rest of the family. His brothers immediately wanted to see his Wolf badge. Jovik knew they had both been capitalizing on his name and fame to garner a few free ales themselves. A hundred questions came at him. His brothers, both older and stronger, now stood hanging on his word, looked up to him. Now they were just fishermen. Jovik was a hero. A clearing of the throat behind them, cleared out his brothers and mother, leaving Jovik alone with his father. He gestured at the table. He and Jovik both sat down. Jovik looked around the kitchen. There was a new pot on the fire jack and it looked like lamb stew rather than fish had been for dinner. Mom had been spending at least a little of the money Jovik had been leaving. Finally his father spoke. "So, you're a Wolf now eh? I guess the gods had a different path planned for you which is why you fought being a fisherman so hard." Jovik nodded. "Probably just as well, you were a lousy fisherman." continued his father with a rare smile that caught Jovik off guard. That broke the ice and he and Jovik talked for a long while that night. The rift between them fading. Finally Jovik stood and stirred the fading embers. He called his mother into the kitchen. "Mom, dad, I am leaving in the morning. I am leaving Sandpoint. I am headed to Fort Rannick up north, and I, I don't know if I'll be back." His mother cried and begged him not to go. His father nodded. He had come to accept his son's decisions. "I am proud of you son, proud of what you have done, and the man you have become. You will always be welcome here." and with that he turned and headed back into the house. His mother tried to stuff some stew down him, to mold him longer, but Jovik gave one final hug and then headed back out into the night. His last night in Sandpoint. [/QUOTE]
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