Most of the other sellswords that Bekkah could see also appeared to have been more informed of the competition, or at the very least came with companions already present. What remained appeared to be a few individuals loitering about the end of the line. The first was a man with what appeared to be the most ostentatious hats she had ever seen, wide-brimmed with several feathers of different colors stuck into it, this along with the white powder upon his face would easily mark him as a dandy, but the rapier bladework he was utilizing against a barrel in the field wasn't half bad. The second was a grizzled man in a cloak of raven feathers testing the sharpness of several daggers as he tossed them idly. The third was a dwarf woman, a rarity in these lands but Bekkah had seen enough of their traders back in Malakim lands to be familiar. She was testing the strength of the chain of a large flail. Despite the clear requirement of a partnership, none of them appeared to be interested in the other two.

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Rossier sighed, "I'll leave you two to it then." and left the infirmary. Meanwhile Markov gave a shrug as he washed his hands in a nearby basin. "Soldiers seem to be destined to make our work difficult." he set to work in silence for a while but eventually his curiosity got the better of him. "You're sure the sister won't be joining us? She had a whole cart full of reagents with her, I'm honestly surprised she hasn't arrived yet already. Not every day you see two Elohim on the same day unless they're together."

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Korinna's voice seemed to drift off mumbling as she rubbed the back of her neck and thought over Syndari's request. "Well, uh, there's not much to say about me. I've been with the Bannor as long as I can remember. They said I just started following them after they killed all the orcs that were raiding my village and started training me afterwards. And the camp itself is mostly just barracks and such, so I don't know if there's much to show there. We could see the Kin leaders though. The Duke Ceremus and the High Chieftain Aelle should have their pavilions set up near the officer's quarters."

Bekkah considered her options. The dandy was likely to jump at the chance to pair with a pretty girl - his kind always would. The man with the raven feather cloak looked like he could handle himself. But the dwarf... there was something about her. And so it was she Bekkah approached.

"Good day for a tournament, eh? You looking for a partner?"

weseldar1 wrote:

John smiles warmly at Kirnan. "I'll fight as strongly as you do. And I don't think either of us wants to see those prizes going in someone else's hands, so I trust we'll both fare quite well. That said, perhaps we should head over to the amphitheater to get prepped? I could use a bit of a warm up with my crossbow -- last thing I shot with it was an Undertow octopus, and that was a couple weeks ago."
John extends his hand. "I'm John, by the way. John Silver."

The paladin takes his hand.  "Kirnan.  Yeah, maybe that would be a good idea, get a feel for each other before the big event."

"Not sure I want a partner who thinks it's unlikely we'll win. Confidence is half the game, sister."

Markov wrote:

"I can't say I got a good look, woman in Elohim robes, wearing the symbol of Sirona, she was wheeling a cart full of herbs and regents into camp but I didn't see her afterwards. My apologies, I only noticed her at all because she came in after me."

Miles thinks to himself. By that description, Markov could have seen Brada, but he could also have seen, well, almost any other sister of Sirona. Except for Lucerne, who's allergic to nearly all plants. Or Bethany and Yolinda, neither of whom have ever wheeled a cart in their lives.  Nor Sisters Mylla, Violet, Kess, and Foia, who, for various reasons are no longer permitted by the Order to visit Bannorlands.  Nor any of the elders too stubborn or infirm to wheel a cart or travel. 

Still, Miles counts off some math on his fingers, that leaves somewhere around a thousand Sisters of Sirona that Markov could have seen. 

Still...

"I may as well go looking for this sister of yours. Today may be our lucky day," he tells the Medicus. "Do what you can here while I am gone. I will be back within the hour, sister or no."

He tells the bannor nurses to follow Markov's advice as if he were an Elohim, washes his hands in the basin, and walks outside to search for his Sister.