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I expected that there would be more for us to do, if we are indeed here for a war. Not for us to sit and idly wait until these monarchs have need of us.

[ Spoken like someone who doesn't trust them, she has little respect for those who use kidnapping to force others to fight for them. She's not used to this, not having things to do. Despite losing her shield, and the bit with the imps and fae last month - Aveline feels, well. Restless. Unsure of what to do with herself, and she doesn't like it. Might as well try to make something of it. ]

If anyone in Caer Glaem is trained with a sword, I wouldn't mind a partner or two to cross blades with. And if there are those who would like to learn, I'm not against giving you a bit of training, assuming you can provide your own gear. I could honestly do with something other than waiting around for whatever is to happen next.

One last thing, I'm having trouble contacting a friend of mine, in the other castle. Messages have not gone through, I was hoping someone could let me know if they have seen her? Marian Hawke. Short black hair, blue eyes, and a tendency to make terrible jokes at every turn.

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...You're looking for a way to pass the time?

[ it's been ages since sharpe has (himself) worked the recruiting circuit. but he feels a certain thrill seep back into his bones when he considers the challenge of convincing these castle-dwellers to take up a mission with him. and no, he might not normally have asked just any woman who claimed herself capable but...

ah, well. he was feeling curious. and it isn't as though sharpe's never seen a woman handle herself well behind a sword. so long as they proved themselves as readily as his men did, what did he care in the longest run? ]

[ there's nothing pressing or urgent that needs done with Aveline, she wasn't about to make a long journey to the other castle if it turned out indeed Hawke was gone which seemed very likely at this point, she had no reason for it. If others had need, though... then she would make herself helpful. ]

I am. Not quite used to having so much spare time on my hands.

Idle hands are no one's ally -- [ he said with a soft and low whistle to his tone. he is no good at this: the cajoling! the convincing! but he will try. ] How good are you with that blade of yours?

I wouldn't be offering to teach others if I wasn't competent using it.

[ she's not bragging or trying to be rude. but she knows how to use it, and well. ]

Why do you ask?

Depends. [ a quiet huff. ] You were asking about Caer Glaem. You're with the Seelies?

I am with the Seelies, yes. You are as well?

Aye, ma'am.

[ miss seems a little too gentle for a woman who carries a sword. ] And looking for more of us who might be keen to...come together, like.

[ a pause... ] Alright. I'm interested in hearing more about this, ser.

[ he thinks nothing of the title. why should he? he's a major; it sounds appropriate. though uncanny coming from a woman's mouth. ]

And I'll gladly tell you. [ but not over these lockets. ] ...You hungry?

[ in any other world in any other context this might sound like a bad attempt at picking up. but no. sharpe is merely clumsy at all this secrecy. ]

Am I... hungry?

[ That throws her off guard.. it's lucky that pick up lines (or what sounds like them) can still at times go over her head. ]

Sure, I suppose. Did you want to discuss it over food?

I do. I would like it, yes. [ food and a stiff drink. ]

I hate these lockets.

I don't find myself too fond of them either. [ Too impersonal, too many others able to see conversation. She'll never get used to it. ]

Where are you? I'll meet you.

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