audentes really does fortuna iuvat

"That bell's tolling for you, mate!"

Radzig : So, Sir Hans, I believe I should be thanking you. Henry told me you’ve been tutoring him in Greek, in addition to Latin, during your free time.

Hanush : That’s the least he can do. He’s got nothing but free time.

Hans : Right, thanks uncle. And I appreciate your kind words, sir Radzig, but I can’t take all the credit. Henry is the one who came to me for learning. And he’s made quite a lot of progress already under my care. Right, Hal ?

Henry : Oh- right ! Quite, sir Hans, thank you. I’ve learned more with his help than with any book on the matter so far. (Grinning) Why, just the other day, he called me his "Philtatos" ! It means "best of warriors".

Hans : *desperately chocking on wine*

Radzig :

Hanush :

Henry : … what ? Did I say it wrong ?

Radzig : On the contrary, son… you’ve pronounced it all with utmost clarity.

Hanush : *silently racking his brains to remember what "Philtatos" means*

ive not been drawing much besides chipping away at this little piece but i have gotten back to writing a bit! yay!!! katherine on the brain in a major way

Draining her cup and turning, she was not in the least surprised to find the young Lord Capon making his way around the Den, traipsing languidly in his usual manner of a chick who fancied himself a peacock. Although Jan and Dry Devil were by all accounts nobility as well, their demeanor and general affinity for slumming it betrayed nothing of their highborn lineage. The same could not be said of the man whose gold-threaded pourpoint in that moment blinded her with a well-aimed bounce of a stray sunray right into her eye.  All of Lord Capon’s fair, well-formed features came with a generous, slimy coating of a young man’s bravado, amplified infinitely by an obvious awareness of the pleasant angles he cut and the attitude of a someone who’s rarely, if ever, been denied anything in his life – all traits that, when combined, revived the grim specters of some of the worst customers Katherine’d had to serve in her years of covertly snooping in taverns. Under certain lighting, she swore she could see the silver spoon he’d been born with dangling from his mouth.  In short, she did not relish his presence much. “Greetings, goodwife!” Katherine’s eyebrow twitched. Goodwife? “I see I’m not the only one who's bored out of my skull. Having a go at marksmanship, are you?” With a sharp, forceful jerk of her arm, she pulled the bolt out of the center of the target. “Having a go, aye.”

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