Scott was puzzled at Zandras words. "do not all you knightly types follow your king like a lost dog. It amazes me that you'd speak of him like that even thought it is true. Meh I'll make him a little less heavy when I take his head one day. As too your last comment who said it was cocky maybe it's just knowledge combined with skill or blind luck." he laughed again

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Zandra nodded in agreement, "Yes most do, even my father. They all worshiped the ground he walked on, but I guess he just rubbed me the wrong way. If he truly cared about the kingdom and his people, he would be out there with them, helping. He is no leader, just a boss. A boss will sit back and tell you pull your weight and his, while a leader would be out there helping you, guiding you through what needed to be done, and helping you even after that." She sighed, her little rant about the king wearing her out. "And I admit, you are very skilled at what you do. But there is always room for improvement." She smiled behind her helmet, finally taking it off she poured herself a drink, and sipped from it.

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.

Scott listened to Zandras rant inventively. "ah save it for another time for now let us live in the moment. And as for room for improvement that's is true perhaps I may learn a thing or two from you my self." with that Scott finished his drink grabbed a cloth and dried the glass before shelving it again.

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She drank what was left of her drink and then looked at Scoot, a small smile on her face. "Maybe someday i'll teach you something you didn't know." Zandra then yawned, and stood up from the bar. "I will retire to my bed, I shall see you in the morning." She shuffled toward the staircase, all thoughts on sleep.

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.

Scott thought to himself self. "maybe one day just maybe." Scott had walked to Zandra she was shuffling along she wasn't moving to fast. It was a good thing because Scott had to give her the three items that would define her armor style. He had grabbed her hand leaving the items in it. They were small soap carvings. A Dragon, A Eagle and a Fox. "pick one show me it in the morning then you begin crafting your armor.

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Zandra looked down at her hand, the three soap carvings setting in them. She looked up at Scott, her eyes held sleep in them. SHe was tired but she was as always curious, "Did you carve these?"

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.

Scott walked up the stairs followed by a question from Zandra. "Did you carve these" Scott had walked down the hallway and right before disappearing behind the wall he said "indeed I did."

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Zandra continued up the stairs, down to the 6th room, and then opened her door. Gently she closed her door after she stepped in and walked over to the dresser, checking what it might contain. She found some clothes, but they were male. Sighing she took off her armor, her body needed rest from the hard layer of clothing the armor created. She set the armor to the side and got the new clothes on, tightening the strings on them so they didn't fall off.

Zandra then looked over at the mirror. Her chin was bruised, along with her forearms. But bruising was nothing, they would heal and disappear. She then checked her bandages, the cut on her side and calf was healing nicely. Walking over to the bed she laid on it and looked at the soap carvings. The fox one mainly catching her eye.

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.

Scott had walked to his room and removed his armor before dressing in some night clothes. He laid down on bed and tryed to sleep but failed. He prepared himself for another sleepless night and walked to the second floor balcony.

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Zandra sat up wandering if she should take them to him now, she had chosen. But he did say in the morning to bring them to him, he was most likely asleep. Sighing she got up and sat the carvings on the dresser, in the morning she would tell him. Getting back in the bed she laid there looking at the carvings through the darkness of her room. She could just see their outlines from where she laid. Her heart beat slowing as she laid there, relaxing. Every now and then her nerves jumped at the house settling. But soon after she would calm herself.

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.

Scott had sat on the chair beside the railing if the balcony, he couldn't see much but the animals were speaking the noises comforted him soon he's eyes had closed.

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a man had woke Scott up he was waring the same Armor as Scott. He spoke "Son that women is the key to the Wilkins family's survival. Teach her as I taught you. Do not worry at the end of this journey you will see me again." with that the man had left. Scott tried to speak but he could say nothing.

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Zandra's eyes were getting droopy, her body wanted to go to sleep, but every time she started to fall sleep she would hear a noise. She guessed it was because she was in a new home, somewhere she wasn't used to. Sighing she rolled over onto her back, her hair scattered out over her pillow. Zandra began to count, hoping to ease her mind into sleep, but she was fidgeting. 'Sleep, I just want to sleep...' she thought. She rolled over once again, her eyes finally dropping shut.

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.

Scott had Jumped in his sleep causing him to wake up. It was dawn he stood up and walked around bit to wake himself. He placed his arms on the railing and lend forward and watched the sun rise waiting for Zandra to find him

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Zandra's deep blue eyes opened, taking in a deep breath of air. She turned her head toward the windows, noticing the night sky was just barely starting to get lighter. The carvings. She turned her head, the soap carvings still rested on the dresser in her room. Sitting up she stretched and then maneuvered her body off the bed, planting her feet on the floor. Standing she walked over to the dresser and grabbed the soap carvings and out her door she went.
The first few doors she tried didn't hold Scott in them, But again she knocked on the one before her and then opened the door slightly, "Scott you awake...?" She peeked in, and noticed him standing on the balcony. 'So this is where the balcony was' she thought. Zandra stood there for a moment, she didn't have her armor on anymore, simply baggy guy clothes. But they fit her well enough. "Scott, may I come in?" She didn't want to be rude and barge in his room, she didn't even know if she was allowed in there.

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.

Scott was silently enjoying the sunrise when he heard a knock. It had be Zandra any other person wouldn't bother to knock. Zandra had cracked the door after asking if he was awake. She then asked if she could come in. Scott didn't speak just waved his hand to signal her in.

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Zandra slowly walked in, her feet were bare at the moment, keeping her silent. She went out on the balcony next to Scott, her eyes looking to the sky as the sun was rising, it brought back thoughts of when he showed her the sun set. It was also when he had kissed her. Zandras cheeks slightly heated, but she forced it away as much as she could. She sat the soap carvings on the rail of the balcony. She didn't speak as she to leaned against the railing, though she was leaning backwards, her back to the railing. She turned her head to the side watching the sky brighten, she was also giving Scott his own little space just like before.

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.

Scott stood in silence a few moments. He then grabbed the Soap carvings giving a explanation for each before returning them to there previous positions. he had placed the Dragon back first. "The Dragon is ferocious and deadly. The Eagle is wise and perseptive. The fox is Sly and cunning. Which have you chosen."

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Scott had broken the silence first. She looked over at him, and then at the soap carvings. Zandra had chosen the fox at first sight, it had caught her attention, and kept hold of it. "The fox." She spoke. Though when he explained the other two carvings, they both sounded like good choices, the fox was good in its own way.

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.

"So the first bit if your training will be stealth. Then we will see where to go from there. So after we have eaten we will begin I will meet you in the dinning room. Please go wait for me there." after he had said that Scott had walked into his room and disappeared he most likely had gone through another secret passage.

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Zandra nodded and started for the door she had come in through, looking over her shoulder Scott was already gone. Once she was out of his room she headed for her room and grabbed her armor. Putting it on only took a moment, and then she was heading back down the hallway, her helmet under her left arm. Her stomach growled, yelling at her to be fed. Zandra walked down the stairs and headed in the direction of the dinning room.

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.