[OPEN TO LANCERS] GUILD LOG #1

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Who: Lancers Guild members
What: Mingle Log
When: Anytime during Rosefrucht (May)
Where: Inside Scarlett Dragons & surrounding
Rating: General


In the barrack of Scarlett Dragons, were several newcomers who found themselves stuck in a world they would rather escape from. However, it was a fact that escape was not possible now. Instead, most found themselves having to take up arms to protect Goldvale while they find a way home. Whether they joined the guild for it's ideology or simply for the sake of decent accommodation or something else entirely was another matter altogether.

For now, getting themselves settled into their new home was much more important. Between mounts, weapons and shields were people from all over the worlds trying to get comfortable in their new home. Six bunk beds in each room, plenty of roommates, plenty more chance for disagreement and problem making.

Saw someone you knew? Your roommate annoying the crap out of you? Practice partner who couldn't hold a lance to saves life? Strike up a conversation and hopefully you wouldn't need to put that shield into good use, yet...


[[OOC: Thread jack and mingle!!! Please label your location (ROOM? PRACTICE GROUND? STABLE?) in your thread header. Add your character tag too!]]

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Nodding to the thanks from his roommate, he quietly eats his breakfast amid complains from other Lancers about their bland food. Unlike Sam, Tieria cut the eggs into slices, eating them with his bread and porridge. He has questions for the shorter man but he could wait until they both have something in their stomach. After about halfway through his food, he grabs the glass of juice for a sip before turning his attention towards his fellow Lancer.

"You're Sam, correct?" It's hard not to overhear conversation when they are roommates. "Is your height common where you are from?" There's no malice or insult in his question, just plain curiosity. This is the first time he has seen someone who are not children this short and he has been wondering if the other Lancer is suffering from some growth related problem.

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He looks up at the mention of his name, still chewing his food, and back down again quickly. Suspicion very briefly strikes him, but withers and dies as quickly as it starts; it isn't hard to imagine for Sam that this young man has learned his name through Gandalf. He takes a brief second to chew and swallow his food before trying to reply; "Aye. Sam Gamgee."

Sam is prepared to leave it at that, but the questions come next. Not an uncommon thing, of course. Being as small as he is seems to have made him something of a novelty in Goldvale, and many people had already come to him with curiosity. "That it is. Meanin' that it's common 'round where I'm from, if you catch me." Hobbits weren't a plentiful populous; they were a condensed and still people, far smaller in size and number then Men. Though he might have answered differently before leaving the Shire, if he had to guess, he would say that there were far more Big Folk in Middle-Earth then there were Hobbits.

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"Tieria Erde." Giving his name in exchange, he listened to the shorter man attentively. Common where he was from, he could fathomed a guess or two about it from the way he phrased his answer. "In that case, the size of your feet is not common otherwise, correct?"

It was one of the first thing he noticed about Sam when he first caught sight of him in their room. It was purely because he was too exhausted that he didn't spoke up right there and then for Sam to clean his feet and wear proper shoes. Though, obviously Sam did anyhow, so it was probably a good thing Tieria didn't express what would otherwise be a very rude opinion. Still, he was curious about it so he asked.

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That gets him a wrinkled nose. He knows by now that the race of Men, largely, consider his feet an unusual size. For the most part, however, his interactions with them have been among Breelanders or rangers; those who had already known enough of Hobbits to glean these sorts of things. Thus, he hadn't been asked about how large his feet were, nor of the hair on them or the lack of shoes.

"Mine're as common as yours is." Bareness, fur and all. While he can keep his feet somewhat clean, he isn't willing to go through the trouble of finding shoes for himself. The thick hair on his feet tends to bend and grow sore rather easily in foot garments, and the thick soles of his feet make walking barefoot perfectly comfortable to him.

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That answer surprised him a little because such a large pair of feet didn't seem normal no matter how he look at them but then again, they were both from different worlds. It wouldn't be fair for him to hold Sam to his standard. Still, he caught the slight discomfort on Sam's expression and nodded in an apologetic manner, even if he was rather stiff with it. "In that case, forget I asked."

Even so, there were other things that he was concerned with. His lack of shoes, for example. Since they were sharing a room, he'll rather get this straightened out first then. "Are you going to remain barefooted? It's not safe or hygienic."