[IC] Bifyrd-Feron Adventures [Iron Gauntlets]

Guarin laughs a humorless bark.
"Him?" He takes another look at the boy.
"Him, a squire? You really think he can keep an oath? I don't fancy sleeping with one eye open to see if he don't run off with my moneypouch."
He snorts.
 

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Tarren looks momentarily stunned at Forissa's sudden betrayal, but as soon as she speaks to Guarin his mind starts whirring again. He tries his hardest not to grin as he senses her gambit, hoping that it is too subtle for Lumin. But Guarin's response is less than he could have hoped for.

"Believe it or not, my word means as much to me as the next man. If an oath is what it takes to prove my sincerity, then I will gladly take it. And you needn't worry for your moneypouch, I have different priorities."
 

Guarin looks him over once again.

"So, you're willing to become my squire just to be able to look for your ladyfriend?"

"On your soul you swear you will serve me untill you in turn are ready to become a knight, to guard my back, do my bidding, to serve loyally and faithfully? To obey without question? To uphold the Law of our Lord Savior?"
 

Tarren pauses for a moment, but then stands himself up straight as all hesitance seems to drop away from him. He stares Guarin in the eyes and nods once. He clasps his fist to his heart and speaks steadily.

"I, Tarren of Bifyrd, do swear my service to you, to honor and obey. In the presence of my god, upon the soul of my mother, I do pledge myself."
 

"I, Sir Guarin of Orlebar, accept Tarren of Bifyrd as my squire. I swear upon my immortal soul, with the Lord Almighty as my witness, to protect him, to cloth and feed him, and to teach him the ways of Knighthood, and the Word of Our Lord Saviour."

Guarin nods back.

"Good, son. You have no idea of what you've gotten yourself into, but you'll find out soon enough. Make sure my armour is stowed away clean and dry, it'll save you a lot of cleaning later tonight."

He looks around, walks to the side of the road, and with a few chops and some curses transforms an oaken branch into a stout cudgel.

"Here, take this. We'll get you a decent weapon when we get to a blacksmith. Training is tonight after you've cleaned the equipment and made a fire."
 

Tarren nods once and hurries to do the knight's bidding, not daring to meet Lumin's eyes. He may have gotten himself into more than he could imagine, but for now, Lumin was no longer his concern.

Looking around for a second, Tarren shrugs and wraps the armor in his cloak for it's journey across the water. Should keep it clean enough. He solemnly accepts the stick that Guarin offers him and finds a place on the boar to stow it along with the armor. He almost mentions the fact that he has no clue how to start a fire without flint and steel, but decides that now is not the time to bring it up. Not now that's he's bound by his oath, but not yet receive his half of the bargain.
 

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