Introductions

Gawain awoke the next morning very well rested, unsurprising with how much rest he'd recently gotten. As he rolled off his cott he realized he was not alone, the camp's head physician, signified by his white robes and golden staff was waiting patiently by the flap. "Good morning master Gawain, I was tasked with certifying your health before you leave for the capital. Let's have a look at those bandages shall we?" The man directed Gawain to sit and began to unwrap the boy's torso. To both of their astonishment there was nothing underneath, not even a light scar. "This is incredible,'' the doctor exclaimed after quickly removing the rest of the boy's bandages. "Gawain do you have any discomfort at all?" The boy simply shook his head too stunned by his miraculous healing to do much else. Not only was he healed but Gawain felt better than he ever had like some new energy had washed over him. "Did the light do this to me" the boy thought with a puzzled look. "W-well it seems you are in perfect condition young man. Good luck on your journey home." The physician said with an awkward bow before breezing out of the tent. "Clearly he is more comfortable with the unconscious" chuckled the boy as he dressed in the brilliant blue battle robes and strapped his sword to his hip. Picking up his small sack of belongings and casting one last glance around the spartan living quarters he then broke out into the early morning sun's rays and began his hunt for brommel.

As Gawain made his way through the camp people would stop and stare as he passed, some even got down on their knees to bow before him. It all felt very odd to Gawain and he quickened his pace not liking the extra attention. Eventually Gawain found Brommel on the training field. The man was covered in a light sheen of sweat, the sword in his hand a mere blur to Gawain's eye. After a few minutes of stunned silence as Gawain took in such incredible mastery the man turned to him with a smug smile. "Pretty good right" brommel said with a wink "I know you've been having some memory issues, lets see how you fair with that sword" Brommel then settled into a defensive stance "draw your sword boy, for this exercise I will only defend." Gawain drew his sword fluidly out of its scabbard. Just as before it was just like his body took over and he moved with the skill and the grace of a practiced warrior. To any onlooker it would have seemed almost like a dance, the push and pull of force as their bodies clashed, their swords creating the music of the battlefield as steel met steel over and over again. Brommel was impressed, though the strategy of battle was gone from the boy's mind his technique was still flawless and it seemed as though he would never tire as blow after blow continued to flow from the small form in front of him. Brommel continued for ten minutes longer before quickly parrying one of the boys side strikes sending the short sword flying. "Good news Gawain," Brommel said with a small smile. "It seems that though your mind has suffered your body still remembers some of your old tricks, your form is flawless." This gave Gawain a small sense of pride seeing that he could handle himself if it came down to it. "That being said '' Brommels face then turned serious "your knowledge of battle tactics will have to be retaught, I have faith you will learn quickly though seeing as your skills are still intact. Now attack me again."

After sparring a few more rounds the pair ate a quick breakfast with their party. They introduced themselves as Brinya, a tall woman adorned in heavy plate armor and had a great sword strapped across her back. she was rather beautiful except for a scar that crossed her cheek, upon arrival she gave a wink and a sly smile to Brommel. The next was a wiry young man named Tarron, he seemed to be the same age as Eiery but his eyes looked old and haggard, he gave a curt nod before returning to his food. Rounding out the group was another woman adorned in the white robes of a physician she looked to be middle aged but there was an undeniable elegance about her along with an aura of coldness and authority. Her name was Kara. Once they had finished their meal Gawain was tasked with helping load the wagon with supplies while the adults discussed the route and their travel plans. While the boy was distracted, Brommel brought up the main point of the expedition. "The journey back to the capital will be long and perilous, the Erudites raiding parties have been ambushing our supply caravans on the way to camp. Whatever happens we must protect the champion, Er Gawain, at all cost if we were to lose him to the opposing force, our kingdom would be doomed. All three gave a solemn nod. Little did Gawain know the hope of the kingdom rest on his shoulders. Finally after a few more logistics were discussed the group was ready to begin the week-long trek back to the capital. After one last tearful goodbye with Eiery and one last report to the captain the gates of the camp opened exposing the group to the forest beyond.