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Tegid was outside today, his beard still long, his face still thin, but at least he was clean. He was going to have to change back into his dirty clothes before he left the Bar, but for now he is in modern clothes. It took him several minutes to figure out what all the pieces were, but once he understood them, he was able to dress himself. Today, he wore a pair of black Chuck Taylor Converse shoes, a white t shirt, a pair of blue jeans held up by a belt, and a black hoody. The main problem with the shoes and socks he was wearing was the snow; it seeped in and made his feet wet and cold. But all in all, these clothes were quite comfortable. He was looking for some very specific wood in the trees today, and he has a few branches of three of the sacred nine.

Later, after finding and burning the branches, and returning indoors and washing, he is sitting next to the fire, with his shoes and socks off. They needed to dry and his feet needed to warm up. He has a cup of tea. On the low table near him is a pouch, and between sips of tea he is taking stock of what he needs in it.

Please speak with him either inside or out.

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"Leave the sock." Guppy says, as his younger daughter reaches out to grab it.

Brooke just pokes the sock instead.

Tegid smiled at the child's antics. He whispered at the rat that had come to refill his water. It scurried off only to return a short time later with a fist sized ball. Tegid rolled it gently towards her.

Brooke giggles, picks up the ball, and lobs it back at him with reasonable aim for a 2-year-old.

Tegid caught the ball and tossed it back.

"Much better toy than a wet peice of clthing."

Brooke catches it, although it does bounce off her face.

"Yeah, hey Tegid. Just watch she doesn't lob it into a glass or something." Guppy grins. "She's got a hard throwing arm."

"You are indeed a wealthy man," said Tegid, " Child wealth is indeed a blessing. How are you, brother?"

Tegid smiled slightly.

"Thanks." Guppy grins. "It is, you're right. We're good thanks. Gil, my youngest, is about sleeping through the night now. How are you?"

Tegid wasn't really sure how to respond. The child had cheered him, but his heart was still heavy. He took a sip of tea.

"I could be better," he said.

"Sorry to hear that." Guppy says sympathetically. "You want a hot chocolate?"

"I..ah.. my friends are starving," he said, "I must decline."

The chocolate sounded wonderful.

"You could take some home?"

Tegid shook his head, "Not this time."

There would be too many questions.

"Or some other food?"

Tegid shook his head again, "Again too many questions."

"Well at least eat something here, how will you help them if you don't keep up your own strength?"

"If I show back up in better health it will be suspicious," he said, "I will eat, but not like I usually do."

He smiled a bit ruefully, "Everyone in the warband is looking rather bad. We have started to eat our horses."

"What can I get you?" Guppy asks, wondering how anyone would be able to be too suspicious, how would they be able to work it out?

Brooke lobs the ball back at him suddenly.

"Some thin gruel," he said, "And tea is fine."

Tegid caught the ball and rolled it at her again.

Guppy orders the most vitamin possible form of thin gruel and tea as a compromise.

Brooke giggles and throws the ball wildly across the room. Hope you've got a good catch there Tegid.

Tegid missed and had to get up to get the ball. He rolled it at her when he sat back down.

"Thank you, brother," he said, "My lady Brook, we shouldn't throw the ball that far. It might disturb other people."

Brooke lobs it harder, where it hits a beer glass, which smashes.

"BROOKLYN." Guppy says loudly, as he puts the tea down. "NO."

That beer glassed belonged to a man with glasses and BDU's. Daniel was at least not too worried about the beer flowing over his table, at least he wasn't working right now.

Tegid smiled sheepishly, "Let me pay for a new one," he said, "I instigated the game."

"No, you don't have to," said Daniel with a smile, "It was just an accident."

Daniel picked up the ball looking at it and then back at Brook, "Maybe I will keep it."

Tegid raised an eyebrow at Daniel.

"Brooklyn, you were told not to throw the ball hard, you will sit on the bottom step for two minutes." Guppy says firmly, picking up his daughter and taking her across the room.

"Thanks for being understanding." he says to Daniel on the way. "But she has to learn.

He plonks Brooke down on a step and she pouts.

Tegid and Daniel look at each other and shrug. Brook was Guppy's daughter after all.

Daniel tossed the ball at Tegid, "Here. And don't worry about the beer."

Tegid caught the ball and looked at it, "Are you sure, I can always get you another one."

Daniel shrugged as he watched a rat clean up the glass and the beer, "I think a little spilled beer is the least of my worries."

Tegid turned away from the other man and looked at Guppy and held the ball out to him, "Here."

"Thanks." Guppy says, returning with Brooke after she does her time on the step. "Not inside." he says, after she reaches up for the ball again.

Tegid smiled,"The man at least was willing to let it go."

"Yeah, and it was kind of you to play with her, so thanks. Brookie, how about we go and play with the ball outside and let Tegid eat his dinner?" Guppy suggests, with a smile and a nod to Tegid.

Olivier is wandering the forest tonight also, seeking winter growing Chervil in the undergrowth. He sees Tegid through the trees and nods to him, "Good afternoon, friend."

"Hello," said Tegid stirring the fire.

"May I share the warmth of your fire?" He asks, tucking the herbs he's collected into his pouch.

"Yes," said Tegid, "But I ask you to remember that I am burning the sacred trees. Please no cooking over this flame."

"Sacred trees?" Olivier inches closer, looking into the fire. "May I ask why you burn them?"

"To create the Nawglan," said Tegid, "Ashes from the sacred nine trees: willow of the streams, hazel of the rocks, alder of the marshes, birch of the waterfalls, ash of the shadows, yew of the plain, elm of the glens, rowan of the mountains, oak of the sun."

"Nawglan? I fear this word is not known to me."

"The sacred nine," said Tegid stirring the flames again with a long stick.

"May I ask what you use it for?"

Tegid shrugged.

"Blessings, oaths, and purification, things of that sort," said Tegid.

"Oh, I see. I thought it might have had a medicinal use."

"No," said Tegid, "I have herbs for that."

The fire started to die down. Tegid looked at the man beside him, the scar that crossed his nose and marked his temples prominent on his face.

"I am Tegid Tathal," he said, "Penderwydd of Prydain."

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"Olivier de Bretagne." He sweeps a bow. "Squire to Laurence d’Angers. Forgive my curiosity, healing was my mother's trade and find I still have much to learn."

"I am learned in plant lore," said Tegid, "But the healers of this place know some very good medicines."

He nods. "Dr Guppy has been most kind to let me study in the infirmary's library and use some of the tools. It is hard not to wish to take much of what is plentiful and easily used home with me, for the relief of pain and prevention of infection."

Tegid sighed and watched the fire die.

"We could have used that knowledge to save Alun, I think," he mumbled.

Olivier cocks his head, quietly listening and encouraging the man to talk.

Tegid would rather not talk about Alum at the moment.

"Tell me about you," he said.

"I doubt my story is of much interest, sir." Olivier shrugs. "I am a bastard of the Crusade - my mother a Syrian widow, my father an unknown solider of the cross. They loved and he left. When she died I took his faith and swore myself to a Christian lord. Now I am his squire and fortunate in his favour."

"You could try," said Tegid ever teaching, "What is the Crusade?"

"The Crusade is a holy mission to protect the scared places of the Christians from the Islamic peoples." It's hard to put in words what he himself is unsure is a just war.

"What are these holy places?"

It wasn't that they didn't have them in his world, but why one group of people would feel the need to protect them from from another, was rather confusing.

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