Sir Carlan: “Please, Asouna, I insist that we talk. Will you please walk with me to the garden?” His hand was still extended to her as it beckoned for her to grab it.
Asouna: She nods slightly and took his hand. “Alright.” She stands and starts walking towards the garden, not letting his hand go as she walks.
Sir Carlan: He countenance would be happy, his smile that warmed your chaotic heart when you were younger showing kindness to all who pass by, and an almost passive glare at those who would look to Asouna in a negative way. Soon, roses beset them on all sides, all of them bleeding their colors out as he then let go of her hand and he looked off at a rose bush. “You seem at a loss of words at something.. is this something that you can talk to me about, or is it for Father Patrick’s ears alone? Or even someone else?”
Asouna: “No, it’s not that.” She sighs and looks at him, a slight smile gracing her lips. “I just do not know how to describe what I think I saw. Maybe…maybe… Sir Carlan, have you ever heard of Grey Judges?”
Sir Carlan: “Gray Judges? Not that I’m aware of… why would you ask?” He rotates his position, pivoting on a foot, to look at her.
Asouna: “Well, alright… It’s just that I had a …very strange dream last night.” She leaned on one of the arches thinking about what happened. “I was lying in bed, thinking about today when… exposition” She looked up at him. “What do you think?”
Sir Carlan: He would look in deep thought, his hand moving under his chin as he took a thinking pose. He would remain quiet for some time, in thought. “Does it bother you at all?” He posed to her as he remained in thought.
Asouna: “I don’t know. I just don’t know why I would dream something like this, especially now.” She shakes her head before turning towards him. “I thought I had put my past behind me, repented for my misdeeds and I have given myself over to Pelor. I just don’t know why I would raise these issues after so long.” She sighs before moving to the flowers, running her finger along one of the petals. “I’ve become a Paladin now, I thought I am at piece with my blood and my history, but it still plagues me it seems.” She allows her hand to drop to her side, eyes downcast.
Sir Carlan: “Being a Paladin does not free you from who you are and what you have done and experienced. All you can really do is make the present better than the past.” He would look up at her, his gaze now full of care and trust. “But if you did have this dream, then it seems you may have some things that you need closure to.”
Sir Carlan: “Unless it was a vision of some sort…a message that has a meaning…”
Asouna: “So it would seem. I think my leaving, experiencing the world, might be the best thing for me. I can make amends for my past.” She can’t help the smile breaking free on her face as she closes her eyes, trying to remember his face right then for when times get hard on the road. “That was something I was trying not to think about, because if that’s the case, I… no, I will not think that I might…” She opens her eyes and looks hard at him. “I am a Paladin of Pelor, no matter my past, my mistakes, my future will be better, I will do all I can in his name, no one else’s.”
Sir Carlan: He would smile and approach her, putting a gauntlet on her shoulder. “I’m glad you are going to be leaving us. I am sure that your answers will be found outside of these constricting walls. And you’ll do so helping all you can.”
Asouna: “Thank you, Sir Carlan.” She nods gripping his hand with hers, squeezing it with affection. " You always put me at ease. I’m going to miss you." She says softly, a hint of sadness in her voice. “And Sam, I’ll have to say god bye to him before I go as well. Fancy coming with me?” She grins, showing her sharp, needle like teeth.
Sir Carlan: “I wouldn’t miss out seeing the old rascal one last time.” A genuine grin would appear on his face, reminding Asouna of when Sir Carlan was younger. “But I wouldn’t go see him in that… you ARE now a Paladin of Pelor, you had better start dressing like one.” He would laugh for a moment, before dropping his hand off of her, and would push her a bit towards the temple. “Go on, I’ll wait at the gate for you.”
Asouna: She grins, and runs off, giving him a slight wave as she goes. “I’ll just be a moment.” She calls back before disappearing around the corner and into the temple. She continues running until she gets to her rooms and barely closes the door behind her before stripping herself of her priest vestiges and donning her chainmail and sash. She then strapped her great-sword to her back before pulling her holy symbol from under her clothes, so that it could be seen. Glancing down at her armor, she grins widely, the warmth of earned pride blooming in her chest as she opens her door and leaves for the gate. She holds her head high despite any captured comments about her blood.
Asouna’s presence and pride beamed strongest in the Temple as she exited the main doors of the building. At the gate, waiting as he said he would, stood Sir Carlan. He waved to her as she approached, his face making her want to beam with pride more from his impressed look.
Sir Carlan: “Ready to leave, Paladin Asouna?”
Asouna: “I am, Sir Carlan.” She stops and laughs slightly. “I can’t wait to see his face, when we both turn up on his doorstep. When was the last time you went to see him?” She asks, as she motions towards the gate.
Sir Carlan: “Not too long ago, actually…” He would begin to exit the temple grounds, beckoning her to follow.
Asouna: She followed behind him, turning towards the back streets she usually took when heading to Sam’s house.
To her left, Asouna spotted a man hugging the temple walls, and by the time she noticed, the man bolted in front of Asouna and almost slammed into her. The man was covered in grimy clothing and a shawl over his head and his upper body like a blanket. His hands bore a chipped, bitten and poor looking mug as he held it out to her. He would sorta flinch the cup at her, shoving it to her, begging for something.
Sir Carlan: “Well, seems you are already blessed with a needing soul as soon as you exit the Temple of Pelor!” He would smile at her widely.
Asouna: She fishes in her belt pouch for a few coins, she smiles softly at beggar. “Here you are, spend it well, sir.” She drops a few coins in his mug. She pats him on the shoulder gently, and then looks towards Carlan. “You, Sir, are terrible.” She laughs.
Samuel: “Oy, you’re the cruel on’ callin’ him cruel! ‘Ur da one callin’ him cruel! I don’t ko’ of cruel Paladins, do you, Carlen?” He would take off the shawl, smiling a toothy grin of what teeth he had left.
Sir Carlan: “No, Samuel. I don’t know of any. Only kind Paladins that know what they are doing.” He would give Asouna another grin.
Asouna: “Sam.” She exclaims and throws her arms around his neck. “You both are terrible!” She laughs. “Sorry I ’aven’t …” She pauses and takes a breath. “Haven’t been around to see you lately.” She stands back and looks at him. “You’re looking well.”
Samuel: “Aye! N’ this ‘ere bit of coin ’ill help with da’ rent! Or, sometin’ ta relate ta’ that… ‘ou should do it mo’ ofn’! I’m startin’ ta like ya bein’ a Paladin…” He would laugh, looking to Carlan, then Asouna, returning the hug.
Asouna: “How much are you behind?” She asks, wondering if she could help her oldest friend before she left. “Come on, we should find somewhere where we can catch up properly.” She says, resting her head in the cruck of his neck. “By Pelor, Sam, you need a wash.” She disentangles herself from him.
Samuel: “Ye’! Pelor ought’a get me a good wash… free too.” His smile was still there, like it always was when you two were together. “An’ I’m fine, Carlen got me ‘ooked up, ya se’, so you don’t got ta’ worry ’bout me while ’our gone.” He nods assuringly.
Sir Carlan: “Any place in particular you want to go Asouna?”
Asouna: “I was thinking of the tavern, maybe have a drink or two while we talk.” She looks at them both, already missing them. “And what do you mean, ‘Carlan hooked you up.’ What have I missed?” She shakes her head.
Samuel: “E’n a Paladin drinks? I t’ought women were suppos’ta take dem’ vows er’ sometin, like no ale’ anymore!” He would jab at her a bit as they all began to go towards the inn, which was hardly far from the temple.
Asouna: “I’m think I must have missed the day we vowed we would never drink again.” She jokes back. “Maybe I was out with you that day, you must be a bad influence. What do you think, Sir Carlan?”
Sir Carlan: “I think that you’re on duty and shouldn’t be doing drinking at all.” He would stop and look at her seriously. “Then again, Pelor is all about spreading good and peace, and a bit of peace-giving and good between friends can never go wrong for a few drinks!” He would lightly slap her back, laughing a bit to himself. Their ageing of her two friends together, it would seem, really made them enjoy every bit and moment with her.
Asouna: “Well, to make up for it, I’ll buy the first round.” She smirks, a warmhearted twinkle in her amber-colored eyes and a skip in her step as she heads to the Golden Bird. “Unless you wish to take that responsibility on yourself, Paladin Carlan. ‘Set the example’ so to speak.” She jibes at him.
Samuel: “OOH! A P-P fight! I ‘ould start selln’ tickets…”
Sir Carlan: Sir Carlan would laugh a bit harder. “Ah, you caught me there Paladin Asouna. I’ll get the first round to avoid this… fight that Samuel will profit off of.”
Asouna: “It seems we have yet to break him of all his vices.” She agreed, heading to the building. “Come on then, unless you both rather stay outside.” She practically skips down the street.
Sir Carlan: “We’re coming, quit trying to rush our time together!”
Samuel: "Yeh’! I t’ought this was gonin’ ta last a while!
Asouna: “Alright, I’ll slow down.” She walks back to them, she continues smiling as she walks beside them. “It’s strange, when I first met you both, I would never have thought I would have become a Paladin. I should thank you.” She says quietly, not daring to look at either of them and almost dreading the possible riding they, or more Sam, were about to give her.
Samuel: “I ani’t complanin’ bout’ that!” He sounds like he’s accepted her choice in life. “An’ hey, I get ta botha’ ya fer free stuff all da time, an you can’t do nothin’ ’bout it!”
Sir Carlan: “It has been a bumpy ride so far with us, but we are both truly happy for your decision Asouna.. its just hard for us to express it.” He would smile again, closing his eyes for a moment to add to the happiness and proud-ness in his face.
Asouna: “That’s not the way you should view us Paladins.” She turns and starts walking backwards, looking at the both of them, before grinning again, showing the tops of her teeth. “I doubt I could have done so well without my favorite men.” She pokes her tongue out at them, before glancing behind her to make sure she was not walking into anyone.
Samuel: “Jus’ try an’ not walk inta da’ inn..” Samuel said as they approached the wooden front door they were all familiar with.
Sir Carlan: “Lady’s and newly anointed Paladins first?” He would ask politely, holding his hand forward as he was offering her to go in.
Asouna: She nods and ducks into the tavern, looking around. She had only been in this tavern once, and it had ended poorly. She breathes in and sighs as she notes the people inside before heading up to the bar. “Barkeep?” She tentatively calls out, wondering if it was the same barkeep or even if she was be allowed to stay.