Fabien.

*Sitting tending to his battered and bruised body, a smile draws across his face as the sound of stone sharpening a massive, brutal axe pulled from the dead hands of that giant Bone Deamon fills the room.  From the dim fire light an axe never seen before in these lands shimmers in pale light*
An Ornate axe, *laughs* those Yewish vermin don't know what they will run into the next time we meet!

Fabien.

*Throws ribbon to the floor*

*Curses* Not even a mention of the nights activities, not even a comment.  Well if this is all it means to them then it will mean nothing to me also!!

Fabien.
Count me in sah! A chance to whack at train with that Vesper bunch can't be missed.

Fabien.
*Looks proudly at the Armsmaster ribbon stuck to his chest*

*Thinks to himself while pacing the floor* After last nights stand at the Yew bridge and now the success of the tournament, maybe I was too quick to judge the quality of the Sarge's training.*Sits down and reflects on days gone by*

Count Fabien in if its not to late

Im sure a plot has come available right outside the gates of Cove