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The foreigner, Kou'te-bpe as he has asked to be called, has been learning the use of the spear at a commendable rate. Likely he'll never be an expert in its use, but one cannot have everything. Besides, he above all men has less need than most to keep his enemy as far away as a spear will reach; so as long as the enemy still uses bronze, and does not turn to rampant foolishness and silver-plate their weapons, it should be well.

But there remains the matter of knowing what he is entirely capable of, and so today he is being called away from spear practice to the high-walled enclosure where cattle are kept, one or two at a time, before being led to sacrifice. If there is any place in the Citadel where the foreigner can show what he is capable of without there being danger to everyone else, it is there.

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"As soon as the weather turns our way. There are two holdings between here and Dardania that I want flushed as swiftly as possible, but the men who claim them were fine sailors once. When the winds turn foul and they haven't the option of escaping by sea, we'll sweep in on them to begin with."

His lips quirk, then, and he asks, "Should I try to get a facsimile of my armor made? It won't be the skeleton of a kainde amedha, of course, but I remember how to shape it."

"Our smiths are busy turning out new weapons at the moment," says Hektor. "But the tradition here is that whatever else is captured in battle, you keep the arms and armor of those men who fell by your own hand. It would not be such a difficult thing, to put a smith to reshaping such armor to suit your needs once you had it."

The yautja nods, smiling faintly. This won't be the first time he's gone into a fight wearing little to no armor at all. "Sounds like a good way of dealing with things. Won't need all of it, of course, but at least I know what to take for trophies."

Hektor nods. "We'll get you a proper shield, the man-covering kind," he says, "and a helmet if you wish- there are enough of them. Will you need anything else?"

"No." Kou'te-bpe says with a shake of his head, "There isn't anything else that I need. Except a nap. A nap would be good."

"Well enough," says Hektor. "Thank you, Kou'te-bpe. I'll leave you to seek your bed, then."

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