On a 10+, the Master of Devices is pleased to help Abigail's friend

⚄⚄ + 4 = 14.

When you HAVE AN ENCOUNTER, on a 10+, you may remove a CONSEQUENCE (this counts for fixing your broken wand).

"Master Elbegast," Abigail introduces you, "This is Godwyne Aberdean. He's the boy I told you about, he saved me from the Chilly Tarn, but I fell on him and broke his wand."

Your willy twitches a bit at the memory of having a warm and rather soft Abigail Churn lying heavily on top of you while you were flat on your back, still naked from the Chilly Tarn's dissolution of your clothes.

"Of the Dwindlewood Aberdeans," you supplement, in case it wasn't clear which Aberdeans you hail from.

Master Elbegast is a squarely built man of short stature, a thick beard curling from his heavy-featured, wrinkled face. His eyes are pale blue and his gaze is gimlet-sharp. He wears a leather apron over a plain grey smock, though his heavy boots are incongruously fancy, worked in silver, gold, and beads. His limbs look like they have a fair start at growing to be tree-trunks, thick and bulging with muscles. His workshop smells of sulphur, burnt charcoal, and hot metal, even though nothing much seems to be in process now.

He speaks with a strange note in his voice, as if his throat had been injured, perhaps. "Well met, young Aberdean," he says. "I believe your sister is also in your House? She arranged to have me craft a device for her." He nods. "Let's have that wand of yours." he takes your broken wand and looks it over. "Simple. Nothing like Anastasia's request." He frowns. "Oh, perhaps she meant...well. At any rate, I'll need a hair from your head. Come back tomorrow, same time."

You wonder if Anastasia had prevailed upon the Master of Devices to create some fascinating party centerpiece, or perhaps from Elbegast's words, it was a device to protect or alert her. Or a bed toy. Knowing Anastasia, well, it could have been any of those things.

"Well met, Aberdean," he says again. "So delightful to see you again, dear Miss Churn. It was a pleasure working with your brother. Is he getting along well with his new hand?"

You blink. New hand?

"Oh yes, Master Elbegast," Abigail says. "He says it's quite as good as the old one, and that he really should have listened to you harder that day."

"Well, that did cure him of being over-hurried," Master Elbegast says. "Good day, then."

You walk back from Master Elbegast's workshop.

"Did you like flying?" you ask Abigail.

She laughs. "A lot better than swimming the Tarn," she says. She pushes up her glasses and smooths a few stray black hairs back off her brow. "Actually it was great fun until it felt like you were going to drop me. I'm so glad you didn't. My hero."

"I was hoping I'd made a good impression," you say. "Actually about flying, I'm rather mad for it, on a broom. Did you want to ride along when I limber up my Nightingale?"

Your wand is on its way to being fixed, and you can pick it up by narrating it or assume that you have it the next day.

You have: Ambition +2, Bravery +0, Cunning +1, Diligence -1
You have 0 XP.
Friends: Anastasia Aberdean, 3rd Year Draconis & Elder Sister; she owes you a FAVOR.
Character Moves: Born on the Handle: +2 to all rolls involving the handling/flying of a broom

Roll +BRAVERY(+2) (+0 Bravery, +2 Born on the Handle) to ENCOUNTER Abigail for a broom ride, or perhaps a casual date if she's in the mood after a nice flight.