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[CrimsonMoon]

Burne eventually holds out a short sword to him," I'll train you, I'm also going to be your designated protect and battle buddy, understand?" he growls softly

[Light]

"Like--" hs begins to ask something before he decides against it, and gingerly holds the sword while quickly nodding his head, "Yes sir!"

[CrimsonMoon]

"-And don't call me sir, it makes you even more like a Main Lander," He smiles just faintly but plops a helmet onto Densil's head," only take your helmet off when you know you will not be seen by Rori, and..." voices began to rise outside," Get ready to leave." Burne runs a big hand through his black hair.

[Light]

The brown spikes get squished under the helmet, and he puts the sword on his belt. "Helmet on, and mouth shut. I can do that si--... Burne." he looks towards the door and takes in a deep breath.

[CrimsonMoon]

Burne heavily pats the helm," Basically, now... Lets got to the docks,"

Rori was already at the docks, crouching at the bow of one of the warships and spinning the sword in his hands as he stared at the mass of flesh that was his servant... HIS kracken. He hadn't wanted to say goodbye, he might shatter...

[Light]

Densil walks along with Burne, the feeling of shoes and clothing that covered his entire body making him feel like a turtle. The ones that he poked and turned over with a stick when he was little. Gripping his hand into a tight fist, the dark leather crackling with the movement, he peers out as warriors pass them heading towards the ships.

[CrimsonMoon]

Burne frowns at him but doesn't say anything, nodding quietly toward the largest warship," Your brother... He designed those himself," he murmurs," We're going to keep pumping them out until we can use our old fleet and this new one

[Light]

"Why don't they take apart the old ships and use the good parts for more new ones?" Densil asks, his hand relaxing as he looks around. No one was gonna push him around here and demand he do the dishes.

[CrimsonMoon]

" He wants to make us twice as strong, he'll use those old ships until they sail at the bottom of the sea to serve the Drowned One," Burne shrugs

[Light]

"Is that... So," he scratches his head and grins sheepishly under the helmet, "Guess I was just thinking of them like crops, you know."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Crops don't carve up the waves themselves," Burne comments bluntly, leading him onto a ship after grabbing a crate labeled with 'CENTURION'... It was suprising the Ironborn could even read but they seemed to be... Doing it

[Light]

"But their better fertilizer than cow dung. In my opinion." he looks around, "Uh... Did you--nevermind." he bends down in front of a box, "Does this need to go on too?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" no, this is just my armor... And spit it out, kid, I don't like when you say something then puss out," He went up the gangplank of one of the ships and frowns faintly as he looks around the deck

[Light]

Densil jumps up and trails after him quickly, "I don't---" he stops himself with a mumble before speaking up, "was just wondering where you learned to read."

[CrimsonMoon]

" What does the Main continent always praise your brother of?" Burne returns, going down into the hull of the war ship and walking down a narrow hallway straight into the Captain's cabin," You can take off your helmet now... Eolande? Yo already here?"

" Yes, Burne, don't worry," A girl who looked suprisingly alot like Burne stood up from behind a bed, she smiles sweetly at Densil, crossing her arms over her chest and tilting her head questioningly

[Light]

"The main continent used to make fun of him and chase him around... But I guess now they call him a genius. Or something." Densil keeps close to the door and smiles back at her weakly, not sure what else to say.

[Light]

"The main continent used to make fun of him and chase him around... But I guess now they call him a genius. Or something." Densil keeps close to the door and smiles back at her weakly, not sure what else to say.

[CrimsonMoon]

" They praise him for giving the Ironborn golden heads," Burne chuckles softly," I forgot to tell you... New apprentice," he shrugs

Eolande rolls her eyes and sighs," You've always taken in the stray," she smiles fainty and sits on a cot," Well, kid, what is your name?"

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[Light]

He takes off the helmet, the brown spikes sticking back up defiantly, "M'names Densil, ma'am." he takes a moment to register the golden head comment before releasing a small 'ohh', bouncing back from the unease like a dog. "I'm ready to do whatever you'll have me do."

[CrimsonMoon]

Eolande stares at him for a moment before laughing quietly," He's from the Main Continent?"

Burne rubs the back of his head with a heavy sigh," Yeah... I'm trying to fix that..."

She chuckles and crosses her legs in the most un-ladylike manor," Ah... I thought I recognized him... You look quite a bit like the Storm Born..."