Festival of Roses

More than almost anything, Terrance wanted a drink. Fortunately, it was not difficult to find one. Having the good company of his cousin made the evening even better.

"The first round is on me, Leo."

"Very well. Let's do something different this evening... perhaps mead, or cider?" Leovall suggests as they find a table. "You did well today."

"Both are good suggestions." he grinned.

"I could have done better." he shrugged. "But, I knew I couldn't match Lili. I'm happy with my placement."

"Not even the captain of the Fletched martens can match Lili. Only a few of the real veterans can challenge her." Leovall reminds his cousin seriously. "You did really well. Come now, you choose the drink since you're buying."

"Cider it is." he nodded, moving towards the bar. "We'll drink to Lili."

"Let's. I'll watch the table."

Stretching, Leovall looks around the tavern to see if he recognised anyone else who was drinking tonight.

Terrance would return soon with their mugs.

"See anything you like?" he looked around.

"Oh? Not really. Just thinking."

Accepting his mug he lifts it up in salute of his cousin. "To excellent marksmanship and to Lady Liliane."

Across the way, a knight recognises Leovall and raises his mug in salute, but is quickly occupied once more with his companions: a trio of maidens who looked barely old enough for the cups of wine they sipped from.

"To a decent hunter, a keen sharpshooter and a great knight!" he grinned, raising his cider. "To House Marten!"