04 - Mulled Cider and Wine; Eel and Root Vegetable Hand Pies; Creamy Cod Chowder

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1: The Milk Run, docked at Flotsam

Senshi seems unusually focused and far less chatty than usual as he serves up hearty winter fare; in addition to the headline items from this post's title, he has hot tea, coffee and cocoa available as well as pork pies and (as a vegetarian option) mushroom pies and an array of pickled vegetables.

He tries to be friendly as ever, but it's clear something weighs heavily on his mind.

2: The Vault's Practice Halls

Senshi is in need of a sparring partner. He's practicing with axe and shield - curiously, practicing with a cage strapped to his chest - and the poor wooden practice dummies he's been whaling on have been taking a serious beating.

"Think maybe I need an actual opponent," he says, his voice unusually clipped.

3: Solstice Gift-Giving

Beware: if you've done any kindnesses to the weird dwarf that loves to cook with monster meat (even more so than most Flotsam pirates, at any rate) then you're liable to find a box outside your home or apartment door wrapped in a ribbon.

While there is no name identifying who could have left them, the fact that they are exquisite, frosted gingerbread monsters narrows down the possible culprits significantly.

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“That would be a sight more challenging,” he begrudingly admits. “You could cut the strings on em if things go wrong, right?

He doesn’t trust magic much, with no offense to mages.

[redprayer]

"Of course," Rezo says. "And we can start off with a very simple level of animation. No attacking or defending, just a bit of moving around." Once Senshi's adjusted to that, then they can throw in some more complications.

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He nods.

“That’s a good start. Need to get used to moving in this rig again.”

He braces himself.

“When you’re ready, Rezo.”

[redprayer]

Rezo steps lively over to the training dummies and taps one, then another, with his staff. He mentally recites most of the spell but speaks the power words aloud:

"{Cio Anima!}"

With the creaking and groaning of shifting wood, the two dummies begin to twist and reshape themselves until they are balanced on a pair of crude wooden legs. Although the sight may be alarming, Rezo's word holds true and they do not attack anyone when they begin moving properly.

Instead, they begin doing a wobbly series of twirls and box steps around the room, as if dancing with a set of invisible partners.