Note: Pierce is not an Aisa Dai, there has not been a male Aisa Dia for thousands of years in the Age of Ledgends. I am a male the channels. Aisa Dai is a 'class' or 'Position'. A woman is 'Stilled' when they loose the power, man or 'Gentled'. Lots of women can channel, few are Aisa Dai. The most powerful works ever performed were when male and female channelers worked together. Therories persist that the the power has been bred down to these low levels over time.
I reflect on the time her with Lan. He is not one to suffer fools and he spent more time with me than I would have thought he would have. I think that means something. He is much like a father to me but there are others before him, Tam Althor, Harl Lewhon (the blacksmith) and of course my uncle Bran A'Vere who is for all respects my father.
Upon parting Lan tells me I have a long way to go. "You are not as good with that sword as you think you are. Don't stab yourself in the foot." He hands me a note. It reads, "He who requests aid, grant it, he does it as if to me." Then it is signed with his name as King of the Borderlands. The issue is I will likely not travel in the Borderlands but the sentiment is priceless. I say, "Your a King?!" He says, "I am a king with a throne or subjects and in a a war I cannot win." I will certainly talk to Lady Moraine about this next time I may.
The third age, an age yet to come. Like a wind it came across the land and Pierce felt it.
Heading now to the land of Kie-ree-ann. Later, walking my horse as a change of pace and he is heavy laden with supplies as directed by Lan. A man jumps from the bushes asking for help. He has the look of one native to Kirean. One hand to hilt on my belt, my finger up I listen. The strangers hands go up and hear a rustling. He asks me to take and protect an heirloom. I reply and he takes my words as a threat and he heads to run. I grapple him perfectly and I then hear the approach of the source of the russtling.
A short fellow with short hair with Lugardian accent. He tells me the thing on the ground is his. I nod to it. He recovers it. He offers to shake telling me his name is Donell O'Mally. I tell him my name. He says hes been tracking this fellow. The thief grovels. The thief tells O'Malley to kill him, he doesn't know anything. O'malley presses him for where the other one is and they get in a scuffle with O'malley killing him swiftly.
He tells me the thing is ancient from the Age of Legends.
After I touch the OTS I am able to discerned this is a weapon trigged by the OTS Fire and Air. O'Malley tells me the other together with this is called a Brace of Pistols. He says his employer is looking for these. Barin Madwen (owner who hired O'Malley. Wife Maglin) from Tramoncian. He tells me Tramoncian is three miles along the nearest river.
Tramoncian is on my way so we both make for the riverside town. There is a mill, a jail, houses and an inn. A the from our elevated position we see further down at the far side of town a great stoney arm and hand holding a great clear sphere of which I sense the OTS with the nature of augmentation. (not a plot device at this time) It is said on the Isle of Tremockin there is a female twin of this.
O'malley reffers to me as an Andoran (one from Andor) and I did not know this and wouldn't since no tax collectors have been by in over a decade (salutary neglect: letting us rule and take care of ourselves) Says Barin is an old friend. So this is a favor.
Nine Rings Inn.