{Gharvyd} A time to relax...

[Pandra]

Pandra had not realized how off she had been until the Queen told her to take some time alone. She had been bewildered by that statement but did as she had asked. Pandra had not been doing her chores or taking care of the Princess badly. It was just that she seemed far more distant and like she needed to sort things through was all. Even young Helena had asked her what was wrong. Of course Pandra took time to say something to the young girl. She grabbed her cloak and looked at Helena. "Feel better Pan..." "Remember stay with your guards Helena and please don't go outside when its snowing to hard." "I will try..." Pandra nodded. That was all she could expect out of the young girl who's guards gave Pandra a nod as she left out the door.

She figured as night was falling she'd head to the Inn. She was sure that most of the Knights would be there anyways. She let her mind wander. She was thinking about her talk with Galahad and her entrance into the city this time. If it had not been for the fact that she knew Galahad liked another she would have admit to him and herself that she fancied him just a bit. However the person that had been the most on her mind as of late was the stranger that had been there to talk to Arthur and enlist to his service. There was something about him that has this sixteen year old fascinated and she wanted to talk to him. She stopped int he stables to see if he was there and to talk to the stable hands as well it was an easy enough thing to do at the Inn.

[Gharvyd Varick]

The piping hot stew felt absolutely divine as it trickled down into his stomach filling it up. Gharvyd took a swig of the mulled cider he specifically requested from one of the serving maids, though they had looked at him rather funny when they expected a man of his ilk would order mead or some other alcoholic drink they normally served.

Chewing slowly he savored the spices and warmth of the almost roasted potatoes, the rich earthy carrots, the pungent leeks, and some meat that he could taste. It seemed meat was a bit lacking, but then these were hard times. He was appreciative of the fact that he had a decent hot meal to warm his bones on this especially cold night. He scanned the inn, watching various sorts of action and camaraderie, most of which was not in his mood to deal with. All he wanted was a hot meal after a rather lukewarm bath to wash the grime off and perhaps soothe his travel weary muscles.

He had checked back in the stables to ensure his horse and mule had been cared for and did some of his own care. He had gotten some of the tack from the saddle the horse carried and picked clean their hooves and ensured there were no cracks that needed addressing. A brushing over their entire body to reward their hard work in aiding him to arrive at his destination of the city. Lastly, he had removed a sack from the pack the mule carried and divided the contents between the horse and mule. It was oats from home that was given as a treat. He stared into the now empty sack and sighed a wistful sigh, missing a bit of home where his hounds he trained and cared for were now under the care of his mother and sister. Mentally he took note of the fact to try and scrounge up some more oats for he liked to spoil his friends at the stables. He had pat them each on the neck and said good night before making his way to the inn, where he now enjoyed the meal he so longed for.

Gharvyd’s attention was solely upon the bowl in front of him now. Wooden spoon in hand he scooped the stew one bite at a time into his mouth, blowing occasionally on the uncomfortably hot pieces of vegetables and meat. He would sometimes look up from his bowl after taking a bite or swig if he heard something raucously loud or if a serving maid dropped something, but then would give his bowl or mug his attention again.

With the last bite in his stomach, he laid the wooden spoon in the bowl and lounged back in his chair with mug in hand. He looked around absentmindedly for a cloth to wipe his mouth but then realized that wiping ones mouth with a sleeve was considered normal here. Hesitantly, he raised his arm up to his mouth and wiped it clean of any residual stew or cider that he could not sense with his tongue and hoped all was well.

Gharvyd was content to enjoy his cider while watching the rest of the patrons at the inn. Every so often some of the maids would come by to check on his drink to see if he needed refilling. Gharvyd accepted the refills gladly and gave a small tip in return. Some of the maids even lingered to try and capture his attention with their wiles, sweet talkings, and smiles behind their eyes but Gharvyd hardly noticed, or if he did he just returned the smile albeit sheepishly, for he was not used to such brazenness. He looked on over at a table that a few of the gentlemen sat around playing a dice game that seemed to be quite suspenseful, for half of the men were fidgeting and some exclaiming when a roll turned out for their best or for their worst.

[Pandra]

Pandra smiled at the stable hand who ended up telling her that Gharvyd had gone into the inn already. Pandra didn't much mind the fact that she had been talking to him a near hour before her said anything. The two together walked to the doors of the inn before the boy ran of to check the King's stables as well. There were a few places in the city that had stables and then there was the royal stable as well. Most of the horses however were held at the Inn for fast removal she was sure. If they needed to go somewhere quickly they could always tackle up their friends in the Inn and then move on again.

She walked into the Inn. The noise and shouts entering her ears almost immediately upon entering the place. The smells of stew and alcohol were prominent as well. She took it all in with a rather observant and shy smile upon her face. It moved to a look of indifference rather quickly however. She liked to see everyone happy and healthy. However she couldn't help but things of other things. It had been awhile since she's seen the stranger. Galahad has told her that he was doing well. She was glad for that bit of knowledge really. She was however at the moment seeking him out which was not something she usually did to anyone but Tristan. You had to seek after Tristan if you were to ever find him anyways.

She smiled at a few of the Knights that looked her way an smiled at her. She did not see Galahad, Gawain, or Dagonet among them. She figured the were either still doing duty or other such things. She moved further into the Inn and spotted Gharvyd moving over to him. A few of the Inn maids looked at her with a look that said what do you think your doing but she brushed it off. She was not well versed in being a flirtatious female of in any matters of love in that way. She was not as brazen as they were either. She merely wanted to see how he was doing. She felt a sort of connection with him. A connection that was not like the ones she felt with Galahad or the other Knights and solider under Arthur's command.

She sat down next to him almost silently. He should know she was there if he had been watching her cross in front of him to do so. "Hello Gharvyd...How are you doing?" She gave him a small smile waiting for his reply as her mind vanished to another time. In her tribe they'd be gathered around to hear stories from the bards or actions that were done by the warriors. There was always fun and laughter at ceremonies and all other things. Danick has seen her take her womanhood challenges with the other boys of the tribe. As well as one of too other females. She took it with the boys because she's been raised almost like some. On top of that she excelled where at both ends of the spectrum at times. Danick has been the first to say anything to her when things were completed as he'd taken his long before her. She shook her head trying to keep it in one place. After all this was why she was out here with time off in the first place. Too much thinking could do a person harm if they were not careful

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(note: this was intended to be about a week or so after his arrival. Just so you know the time frame hehe.)

[Gharvyd Varick]

Gharvyd watched the dice game continue on for several rounds before he lost interest and started watch other patrons at the inn. Serving maids running their rounds to the parched men as some of them received more than they bargained for in a tip from the men that were high spirited from the drink in way of pinching bottoms and a impolite grab here and there. But nothing that a maid couldn’t stave off with a small slap to the face or stern look.

He drained the last of his cider and set his mug down upon the table with a satisfied thud. One of the servers came over to refill, but Gharvyd waved them off with a thanks. He ran his hands through his disheveled hair and sat up straight in his chair. He reached into the folds of his outer shirt and pulled out a small folded parchment. Flattening it out upon the table he moved the mug to one corner of the parchment to hold it down as he poured over the writing and illustrations. He pulled out a short stub of bark with one end burnt in a fire awhile back from his pocket, to make marks upon the parchment.

Making notes near an illustration that looked like a group of trees in a grouping and near a line revealed what Gharvyd was examining was a map of country and the areas that he had seen in his travels.

A week before he had been before the King upon orders from his father, the battle master of the barracks located in the small town of Wolvan. The King ordered him to scout the outlying towns surrounding the City of Hadrian, and to report on their status. Were they suffering from any attacks, disease or plague. Were they able to grow and find enough food for everyone and how were their defenses and training of the village men and women going, and various other items of interest to the King.

Gharvyd did not mind the orders, it was better than what he hoped for training day in and day out as a soldier, or mucking out stalls or doing menial chores more fit for someone that was unfit for battle or unable to learn well when it came to fighting skill. He did however did feel the effects of travel frequently, but welcomed the pain and discomfort it brought. He felt it made him a stronger man and strengthened his character and taught him to appreciate the finer comforts of life much more, like the hot stew and mulled cider he just enjoyed a few moments earlier.

Many of the reports Gharvyd brought back to the King were those he wish brought better news. Many of the towns had suffered over the months following the multiple attacks that occurred. Some towns found it difficult to find food much less grow it, others were simply unable to defend their own homes due to the amount of wounded or sick. Yet there was hope, in that the people had faith in their King and his knights. Gharvyd was surprised many times when villagers often mistook him for one of the infamous Sarmatian knights. He knew he would never hold such a high rank or honor, but it flattered him that people thought that of him. Gharvyd was quick to correct those that thought him a knight and explained he was merely a servant of the King and his knights.

Gharvyd, still looking over the map and his notes made calculations here and there, to acquire a better path for the next time he would venture into a certain area. He kept his map close to him always for he was constantly on the road and referred to it often.

Startled at hearing his name called and feeling the presence of someone sitting next to him, he smiled when he noticed it was Pandra. He hadn’t seen her since she escorted him to the King, saving the soldiers that barred his path from spending several days nursing the many bruises they would have suffered at his hand.

“Hello Milady, it does my heart good to see you again. It is encouraging to see a friendly face amongst such a rowdy crowd. To answer your question I am just a tad weary from travel, but other than that I am well. And yourself? I hope the Princess has not kept you too terribly busy by the many games of hide-n-seek she often plays with her guards.” [/color]he smiled again as he set down his bark he was writing with and turned in his chair to address Pandra respectfully. His gaze fell upon her beautiful eyes and luscious lips, the first things he always noticed in anyone he talked to. He never understood why he always noticed those first, but his mother always said that it meant that Gharvyd was a true listener since he watched the lips moved and a reader of souls as he looked into people’s eyes.

Remembering his manners he did not know if Pandra had a chance to partake of dinner so he thought to ask, “Have you eaten? Might I order some stew and a drink for you?” [/color]as he slowly rose up from his seat to fetch a bowl and mug for Pandra at her request should she desire it. It was rather late in the evening for the traditional dinner that most people enjoyed, but Gharvyd was far from traditional and he had an inkling that Pandra was too.

[Pandra]

Pandra couldn't help but think of Danick. His name had been plastered in her mind. His last image prominate each time she closed her eyes. She wished he'd not let her at all. He was the only one in her tribe to understand her. After her talk with Galahad she had read some of her mothers writings and found that on he last trip home Aberth had sent with her some of her father's letters and writings. She had not known that her father had done any writing of his own. They were a well learned tribe so she should have expected but still. There were words of he sent to her mother that sounded a lot like what Danick had said to her in his final moments. However she now carried with her a letter that was written in Danick's hand. Aberth had told her that Danick had told him to not give her the letter until he was home safe and sound. Of course that was not how she got the letter. Aberth had given it to her after his death and during the time that he figured she was grieving for the boy the only way she knew how. She shook her head trying to concentrate on what was going on around her in the Inn. Maybe it was not such a good idea to come in. Then again she did not want to be alone. She feared what she might do if she left herself alone with her own thoughts. It wasn't like she'd do anything to harm herself but she may just break down and that was something she knew she should not do alone.

She continued to wait for Gharvyd to say anything to her. She was not sure what Arthur had made him do in his service. Galahad had said that Gharvyd was a good fighter and that made her happy. However she knew that Arthur gave each person under him other jobs to do as well. She wondered why he had not tested some of the newer soldiers with Helena. That seemed like a good last test for those that were to go into fighting for them. Honestly Helena gave everyone a run for their money. However the Princess was four and a child curious in nature. As far as Pandra knew very much like her mother and father combined. She was not sure how Arthur and Quienevere kept her entertained. Helena seemed to do fine when she wanted too with her parents. Pandra had also gained the respect of the small Princess. Not to mention she had taken to gaining respect from the Princess's grandfather as well. Pandra found Merlin a facinating man and someone she could learn from as well. Her mind drifted back to the place at hand. She kept a smile on her face because she was glad to have found Gharvyd and she might actually be starting to crush on him.

Gharvyd's strong voice entered her ears making her instantly feel safe within his presence. Not as safe as she felt when she was with Tristan but that was a completely different story. He was out traveling which meant that Arthur vauled his knowledge in that. He asked about how she was as well. Her smile grew bigger as he spoke of the Princess. She watched as he put down the bark he had been writing with. It actually was the first time she realized he had been writing at all. She was about to speak when he asked if she had eaten or if she wanted anything. "No thank you sir. I...I'm not exactly in a state of mind to be eating or drinking. I have not eaten all day and would rather like to keep it that way." Pandra was rather used to going a day or two not eating. She did it when things were on her mind. That was probably what Helena had noticed and told her mother. Even the other servents could have said something to the Queen. She just didn't feel like eating and once she was content with what was going on she would start to eat again. She only ate a little anyways.

"As for the Princess she always keeps me busy. However she's been pretty good in recent days. She is trying very hard not to run from her guards. I did get called away from shopping for the Royal family by a guard that saw her guards running after her and such. I got her home and played with her for a bit before I left her to the guards." She had seen the girl go through guard after guard. "Little Helena needs someone who will play with her but who will in turn protect her with everything he's got. Most of the guards to grasp that concept I think. She's four and not allowing her to play around seems so wrong. However that guards that are with her take the protecting thing and forget that she'd a little girl that likes to have fun too. They need to be stern too." She shook her head with a smile. "I can't tell you how many times I have told them or her parents have. I'm given the permission to yell at them if I find that they have neglected Helena. I'm just glad that I have gained her respect and that of her parents. I can take her with me shopping if I choose too. That is if I'm only getting a few things. We can go without guards as well which is a huge honor."

She took a deep breath her face changing from a smile to a look that was a little more serious. "What has Arthur had you doing in your travels? And would you like to bathe at some point?" Even in the few moments that she had first meant him she realized that her very much liked being clean when in the presence of others.

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[Gharvyd Varick]

Gharvyd sat back down in his chair as a look of concern streaked across his face but then disappeared as soon it appeared. He couldn’t imagine not eating all day, though he had been in numerous situations that required him to miss frequent meals, sometimes for days on end. Thankfully he had not experienced this in a long while, though with the rumors he was hearing and the reports he had been collecting for the King, he figured it would not be too long before he would have to start going onto rations and possibly skipping meals here and there.

Listening to Pandra talk about Helena made him feel as if he knew the Princess already like an old friend. He was glad to hear that she had not been escaping as much and causing much trouble. With battles and fights springing up all around in various towns and villages across the countryside, there was no place safer than the city of Hadrian.

Gharvyd nodded with understanding about how Pandra went on to explain how the guards never seemed to grasp how to treat a four year old. It made sense to him that there needs to be entertainment for Helena, but also protection. Then he had a thought, “So how about, with yours and their Majesties permission of course, I take Helena out for some excitement one day when I’m not busy doing the King’s wishes of collecting reports. Perhaps a little exposure to the city life and such would be what she needs to quench her curiosity if only for a little while. If it were me I know I would be quite upset and continuously fidgeting if I was stuck in a castle all day long throughout the days, weeks, and months.”[/i]

Gharvyd studied Pandra’s reaction, hoping for maybe a smile or a nod in agreement to try to see if this would help Helena and give her guards a break since they truly were not succeeding in the job themselves. Better Helena were protected and satisfied at the same time especially since the Saxons were getting more brave and getting closer, and he did not trust the guards skill at fending off an attack if a four year old can constantly elude them.

Unsure of what Pandra was thinking, he answered her question about what the King had him doing. “His Majesty has ordered me to scout out the surrounding villages and towns to see how they were recuperating and recovering from the previous Saxon attacks.”[/i] Directing her attention to the map he had been working with on the table in front of them, he pointed to several spots on the map that indicated towns or villages, “These areas here are the various villages I have visited and collected reports from recently. Some of these like this one and these three are doing quite well with bringing the crops in, having plenty of food, and training their villagers to defend the town in the event of an attack by the Saxons.”[/i] he pointed to others locations that were marked as towns which were further out from the wall and main city and closer to the forests and river, “These however are struggling greatly and barely have food to feed everyone let alone grow more in the seasons to come. Not to mention they are not strong enough to defend themselves from another attack.”[/i]

Gharvyd grew silent as if contemplating the fates of the towns further away from the city and trying to figure something out to help those towns, or what should be done and perhaps include suggestions within the reports he was due to give to the King tomorrow should he call for him. Slowly he came back to reality, a dim fog finally giving way to the clarity of memory, one that told him another question was asked, one pertaining to a bath.

“Did you say something about a bath too? Is it that obvious that I’m in dire need of one?”[/i] he subtly took a sniff of the air around him trying to determine if he truly was odiferous.

[Pandra]

Pandra saw the concern in Gharvyd's face about her not eating. Pandra was rather used to it. It was the mood she was in that stopped her from eating in the first place. It wasn't like it effected her work with the young Princess but it did worry those around her. When Pandra was upset no one really knew what to do but allow her to be left alone in her thoughts. If she was back at her village Aberth would give her something to read and tell her to go to the grove. She found peace in the grove but here she was away from it. She could have gone to Merlin who was a rather great listener. However, rumor she'd been hearing about Saxons made her things twice about venturing into Merlin's land without first sending a request to do so. She had sent one and was sure that in the next day or so she would get her wish as Merlin liked that she also listened to his words and his people.

Pandra however was glad she had found Gharvyd. There was this sort of connection with him that she couldn't quite figure out. It might be because he was adopted by another and didn't know his parents. Pandra had only had her mom for about her first five years. Her father had died long before that. However the young sixteen year old was not so sure why she felt not only safe in a sense with Gharvyd but also like there was a deep connection of sorts there. She shook her head glad that Gharvyd was a listener as well. Maybe she'd actually let him know a little more about her. Galahad had gotten a little more insight on her and they were starting to bond in a way that Pandra was rather glad for. She really did love and respect all the Knights that were in Arthur's service. The roman soldiers were a different story. She was pulled out of her musing by Gharvyd's soothing voice. She returned her full attention so him as he began to speak.

She was rather glad that he seemed to have an understanding of what she meant when she spoke of Helena. A smile came across her face as asked if could take Helena out for some excitement. "Helena would love that. It should not be a problem with her parents but I would have to ask. She's a curious little girl but if you keep her occupied she'll be the easiest child to take care of. If she even remotely starts to become bored your in for it. Though its easy to tell when she's getting bored. That is if she doesn't let you know in the first place." A giggle came out of Pandra's lips. She rather loved being with the Princess and talking about her because it brought a smile to her heart and her lips along with laughter. Laughter was the best medicine to anything. However in an instant Pandra would be in a sense sad again. At the moment however she was in a bit of a better mood then she had been upon entering the Inn and striking up conversation with Gharvyd. she was still waiting for him to answer her other two questions.

"Don't think to lightly of Helena's guards. They do mean well its just that a four year old has little things she can do to even elude her father." A smile came across her face. Not many of the Knights liked the guards that were with Helena thinking them unskilled and other such thing. Helena could out run her father and he was considered the best. She could even out run Tristan if she so felt like it. It was because she trusted and respected the others that she did not run from them. Helena was almost like a last test. "Its a wonder that Arthur does not make her a last test for his fighting men. Her guards fight well and can protect her but I think she'd be quite a test for everyone else." Her giggling turned into laughing as she thought about it. Of course she was brought back to the moment at hand as he talked of what the King was wanting him to do.

He was going to the villages that had been previously attacked by Saxons. She's heard rumors that some were in distress but she knew not to the extent. She followed his directing to the map he had been working on. He pointed out the villages he had collected reports on. She was glad some of them were doing okay. However she knew the ones that were not she'd be sent too. She had a duty to help heal the sick and care for the dead. Her mood changed for its light heartedness to a look of being serious in a sense. Gharvyd grew silent and she watched his body language. She seemed to be thinking and possibly it was thinking of ways to help. Pandra wondered how long after Gharvyd gave his reports, she would be sticking around. If Arthur caught word of those villages needing help that she could provide he would send her there. She would go without guards even if Arthur requested she took them. It was never a direct order most of the time. Direct order or not she wouldn't anyways and Arthur knew that. It wasn't that she meant any disrespect it was how the young lady worked.

She was snapped out of her musing again by Gharvyd's voice asking if she had said something about a bath. A smile came across his face as he sniffed and went about trying to determine if he smelled like he needed one. A soft giggle escaped her lips meaning no offense. "It is not the obvious that you need one. I only asked because I figure you do not like to stay dirty from travel for long. When we first met you insisted on not meeting the King until you had cleaned up. Was merely just a question of wonder if you keep the same cleanliness when you are on your own among other men and can take one." A soft smile was plaster over her face as her eyes danced a bit in amusement and friendship.

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[Gharvyd Varick]

“Well it appears that there is never a time that I don’t need a bath.”[/i] Gharvyd said as he laughed out loud rather boisterously. He caught himself, as he noticed several inn patrons were looking at him rather indifferently as if the were the local jester. Gharvyd let out a lighter laugh this time as he smiled at Pandra.

He felt he struck a nerve when he chastised the guards responsible for the Princess, and sought to make amends. “I don’t mean to brag and say I can do a job better than someone else, and by that I am referring to the comment I made about the Princess’ guards. I did not mean offense. I was merely showing my concern.”[/i] he looked at Pandra sheepishly like a dog that had been scolded by its master.

Allowing a few moments of silence to pass as he feigned looking at the map to give himself a few moments more in collecting his thoughts and better plan what to say to not further offend Pandra.

“To answer your question pertaining to why the King doesn’t make the Princess a last test for new soldiers, think of it this way, what way is easiest for the enemy spies to slip past the watching eyes of the knights and the King himself? By becoming a soldier of the King, that would give immediate access to the most basic of buildings and staff to serve the purposes they need for infiltration. If the King made the Princess a test for recruits, word would get out quickly amongst the population and eventually the enemy would hear of it and be able to gain a foothold against the King.” [/i]shocked that he blurted it all out for all to hear, his gift of tactics and strategy awed even him. He never tried to calculate costs, movement, or strategy. It came naturally, just as the migratory patterns and times of the birds in the land came to them, so did Gharvyd’s skill come to him

Gharvyd closed his eyes and silently hopes that no harm befalls the royal family. For should harm come their way, it bodes ill will for all of Briton and its inhabitants.

[Pandra]

Pandra let out a small giggle as Gharvyd laughed at his comments to her opinion of him needing and or wanting a bath. "I would assume my dear Gharvyd that all travelers would always need a bath." She enjoyed being cleaned herself. Her duties did not exactly have her getting dirty all the time though. However there were many times she had to toss Helena into some water as the young girl had decided to play in the mud. She didn't blame the child and it was always fun to watch her play. Helena was always full of life and brought a smile to Pandra's face not matter what mood Pandra was in. She loved the little girl. She was sure not as much as the King and Queen loved the daughter but close too. She was glad the little girl obeyed her as well and seemed to really enjoy her company. Many said that she'd be a good mother some day. She couldn't see that happening any time soon but she was sixteen after all. Looking to far into the future would not be like her. There was things in her mind that held her back.

She snapped back to the here and now as Gharvyd began to in a sense apologize for what he said about Helena's guards. Pandra couldn't help but shake her head. "No its alright. There was no offense. It's they just get enough from the Sarmatian Knights and the royal parents as well. At times I pity them for not realizing the simplest of things but they really do have what they think is best in mind for the child. They just don't understand children and thankfully I have not grown old enough to not at least try to understand. I had no childhood of my own." She gave a slight shrug and put on a look of indifference so to speak. The look was not because she was upset or anything but merely because she was thinking of what next to say to him. She was sure that he was trying to choose his words so as not to offend her but she was not at all offended. It took a lot to offend the sixteen year old and she doubted that Gharvyd had it in him to do so.

She was taken out of that musing and a look of interest came over her face as he began to speak of why Helena was not used as a last test for his solider. Pandra knew full well why she was not used as such. She was not that naive. However the way that Gharvyd was putting it made a lot of sense as well. She did not take offense to being told the reason either for the way that he presented it. "Oh, I know...Plus of his her fathers fighting men its the Romans that she tends to give trouble too. She likes her father's Knights and I have yet to see her run away from them. Though we are all trying to protect her from spies and enemies of the state." She gave him a soft smile. "She runs free because thoughts that we think never enter her mind set. She fears nothing but the dark in a sense because she knows that all she has to do is call for one of us and we'll come get her." The little she knew of the inner workings of Helena she knew that. The four year old did not grasps the concept of being kidnapped. Even the story of her own kidnapping had not phased the young girl. However it did make Helena obey her guards just a little more. "Helena's a smart girl but she still is only four. The scariest thing in her mind these days is the dark." She let out a little giggle.

That was enough of that talk she thought. She was not sure why she was being so open with Gharvyd. As a matter of fact she did not know why she felt so safe with him. It was only the second time she had actually talked the the man. She was even trusting him with Helena. She would protect Helena with her life if she had too. Still she had no fear of Gharvyd which for him was a good thing. She was curious about her own feelings but she wanted to know more about him in the first place. He had not asked anything about herself but seemed concerned she was not eating. More concerned about it then she was actually. "Gharvyd...If you don't mind me asking. Do you truly have no recollection of those who gave life to you?" She was of course speaking of his parents before the Varicks had taken him in. She knew it was a personal question but she had apparently been on a roll with personal questions these days. Galahad had been the first to get a whole slew of them from her when they talked. Times were rather strange.

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