Here is today’s update for Critical Role Relationship Week. Enjoy!
“Alright, the show’s over. Get in there.” Jarett pushed the nearest guards through the doorway and into the training yard. “Maybe you’ll get to see how adventurers fight again tomorrow.” He leaned against the door-frame and watched the taciturn cleric pick up his shield and return to his drill.
“I’ll get him next time.” Kima said, stopping next to him.
“I am sure you will.” Jarett replied, turning his head to look at her. “That’s a nice blade, by the way.”
Kima grinned and admired her great-sword.
“It is, isn’t it? Killing a chromatic dragon was reward enough, but getting a platinum great-sword? It’s great to know your god appreciates what you’re doing.”
“A certainty I have never been afforded the luxury of having.” He straightened. “The Lady of the castle has asked me to escort you to her in the graveyard.”
The tall man gave her a measured stare.
“When your employer tells you to find the brashest, most cock-sure halfling paladin you can, you don’t question them.” He paused. “Well, when your employer’s sister who also happens to own the place you’re living does all that.” Kima laughed.
“Still sore about our bout last week?”
“Not at all. You beat me fairly. The sun was in my eyes for the whole fight. The fact it was reflecting from your armour had nothing to do with my loss.” He grinned. “Besides, I know you can’t hit the broadside of a barn with a crossbow.”
“It’s a stupid weapon. Why would you want to be so far away from a fight?” Kima grumbled, her voice almost petulant.”
“Because it is safer to be far away from the swords.”
She glared at him.
“It’s boring, if that’s what you mean.”
He laughed again and motioned for her to follow.
The castle was waking up around them as they walked. He heard servants going about their business, messengers running along the stone corridors and guards talking to each other as they were relieved. The calm order of the place brought a smile to his lips.
He had learned long ago that peace could shatter in an instant, so he took what comfort and pleasure he could in it. Whether that was drinking, sparring or warming the bed with another, Jarett was content.
Kima, on the other hand, was not. He watched her from the corner of his eye. Her hands were wrapped tightly around the hilt of her sword, the long blade resting against her armoured shoulder. Her eyes were constantly moving and looking for danger.
“You’re not handling the tension well, are you?” He asked.
“I need something to do.” She growled. “I’m so bored.”
He laughed as they strode through the castle gates and began walking towards the graveyard.
“If Vox Machina pull this off, we’re all going to have a lot to do.” He said quietly. “Try and relax while you can.”
She glared at him.
“I like you, Jarett. But if you tell me to relax one more time; I will kick your ass so hard, you’ll need the gods to help you find it.”
He laughed again.
“You are welcome to try. Maybe next time, we won’t fight in bright sunlight.”
“But how will I be able to see the skills you are so proud of, if there is no sun to portray you in the best light possible?”
“I’m paid to do what I’m good at. Not to look good.” He glanced up as a shadow drifted in front of the sun. Kima burst out laughing.
“I’m not the only one jumping at shadows.”
“There is a difference between being relaxed, and being unprepared.” He forced his hand away from his sword hilt. Kima grunted.
“You might have a point.” She glanced up at him before settling her eyes on the road in front of them. “Back in the Sanctuary, they used to tell me that my restlessness and eagerness to fight was unwarranted. That Bahamut would send warning when violence was coming. But He hasn’t done so yet.” Her voice was quiet, almost sad.
As they reached the graveyard, Jarrett laughed.
“What?” She asked, shooting him an annoyed glare.
“Bahamut did send a warning. He sent you.”
Kima grinned and raised her sword to the sky where it caught a few glints of light.
“Yes. He did.”