Keep on the Borderlands
Reea waved at Falco when he joined her outside on the road.
"Young Reea, it seems you have done a good job of cleaning your shield. More important though, is learning how to use it well. Even a battered shield can save your life... if used well."
Reea was glad Falco was proud of her. She beamed a bright smile that rivaled the morning sun.
"In my village, my master taught me the basic way to use a shield. I just need to practice."
As Gyp approached, Reea watched him, taking another bite of the delicious bread, her mouth savoring every bit of its wonderful taste. The fellow was odd and she didn't know what to make of him. She was simple in her thinking, so she shrugged it off, figuring she would probably be wrong anyway.
When Gyp arrived, he seemed to be staring at the remnants of the bread. He danced a short jig, flipped a cartwheel, and looked at Reea as if he were expecting something in return.
"Won't you share a piece of bread with a fellow adventurer?" said Gyp.
Reea stopped chewing and looked at Gyp. They had spent the night in the keep, which had an inn. Why didn't he order breakfast? Unsure, she unslung her backpack. Reaching inside, she broke off a chunk from one of the loaves she brought.
"Here you go," said Reea, offering the food. If he truly needed help, it made Reea feel good inside to give it.
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