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-“Quite fine, thank the Provider. I’ve got to bring these pots to Lanez’s kitchen up the street, so I’ll be able to hang back in my workshop most of the day. Pity you won’t be free for a while.”
-“Yes, I still have a couple busy days ahead before I can chat with you proper, but I’ll be glad to see you at the end of the week.”
-“Oh, yes. Do come by the shop, then. I’ll prepare some tea for the evening. Word of warning, though, I may invite Calianzo as well. I know you haven’t talked much with him, but he is a nice fellow.”
Calianzo, another Artisan. Tarana has been spending time with him quite often lately.
-“It’s fine, Tarana, I’ll try to come visit, and I’ll make sure to ask Denpo for that herbal tea I couldn’t bring you last time.”
-“Oh, you are so attentive, Tr- Martinet Trezi,”- Tarana hesitates before making a small bow.–“Well, I better finish delivering this cart, or Artisan Lanez will have my head. May your work goes without incident and your day be prosperous!”
-“And yours as well, Tarana. I hope to see you then.”- Trezi nods respectfully.
And with that, they both part ways and resume their day. As Trezi hears the cart rolling further up the street, she muses a bit on her friend’s invitation.
She met Tarana back when she had just hit her teens. Back then, Artisan Tarana had been working on the training grounds Trezi had been assigned to, crafting and supplying training tools, before she eventually was granted leave to pursue more civic endeavors. She had always been kind and forward to the trainees whenever they approached her, and Trezi came to respect her beyond what her duties required, and continued to do so even after both had left the academy. Talking with Tarana was not easy before Trezi graduated, but she always appreciated the Artisan’s candor whenever they were able to meet.
Calianzo was something of a surprised. Trezi had never met him before, and had not really seen many men get close to Tarana before, so she did not know what to make of their courtship. But she trusted Tarana’s judgment just as much as she respected her.
She respected most everyone, in fact, with a professional, dutiful air that allowed her to earn some level of confidence with people who seldom opened up to others. Even Monger Denpo had become a warm acquaintance, in spite of how aloof and abrasive his tribe was famous for being.
As she continues walking, Trezi thinks a bit more on this last point; she has always kept herself from being hostile towards others when it was not warranted. Firm, sometimes aloof, but always polite. Yet often this politeness came to her purely out of discipline, out of a distaste for disorder, out of being a stickler. She has plenty of friends and acquaintances, yet most were Martinets like herself. Tarana became a dear friend, but this was not always the case with members of the other tribes.
Aside from the Preceptors, most Martinets look down on those who not were not their own. Is Trezi any different?
How does Trezi feel about the other tribes?
>Disdainful, their bodies and their minds work in alien ways, they are contemptible beings and it is good to have the job of policing them.
>Dutiful, the Preceptors rule Silverlock, the Martinets are their loyal guards and servants, and the others keep the city running. Thus is the way of things, thus it should be.
>Protective, it is her job to keep the citizens from getting out of line, but also to keep them safe. Their well-being is imperative to the city as much to themselves.
>Intrigued, they come in different shapes, and more besides; some can bend metal with their hands, some can last without water for weeks, others grow markings that no other creatures can read. They are scary and dangerous yet they make life more interesting.
>Caring, there is plenty of good folk in the mountain and she is glad to spend time with them, even if her role in life often dictates otherwise.
>Something else? (Write in)
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