Throwing off the Apron

The welling emotion of embarrassment and debasement that arises from months of serving others as the Proletariat all the while Angus Cod profits off her hard work. The extractive system where those who hold the means of production denigrate and fleece the workers who spend their labour from the sweat of their brow for naught but a pittance was fraught with her own sorrow.

No longer. The path of the Ranger was never what her mother had envisioned, but without her guidance what else could allow her to escape these quotidian quaffs?

Unbinding the apron and unshackling the rag affixed to her, she floated out the door. A short ways down a neatly treaded path were tents of weaved leaves and patched canvas covers muddled in dirt and held up by natural bannisters to appear whimsically regal for the ramshackle crew which stood curiously watching Havilah’s arrival.

The path she trod was a procession of branches and leaves twirling to greet her into the Fangwood fold.

“Her mother was supposed to be the next Lord Commander?”

“Too pale and weak for this life.”

“First we let in the old timers- now we’re letting in tavern wenches?”

“I doubt she can handle the draw weight.”

“Oh no, a Short-Range-r!”

Whispers nipped at her heels as she passed. Snickers and laughs were lobbed as she anxiously trod.

The rangers stood at attention at the foot of the trees as she passed through their gazes to Aubrin waiting at the camp head. She held in her hands a curved bow, curled at its ends and still freshly carved. It’s string, taut, tied with spidersilks from the giant spiders that infest the caves below the Fangwood.

Havilah spent the rest of the day learning to fire a bow with accuracy. The fresh breeze held her spirits high and Aubrin imparted her lifelong knowledge, or what could be said within the stretch of the afternoon.

When the sun began to set, the waif could fire a bow with accuracy, and learned to enhance her natural halfling guile.

…

As the day ended many Rangers had been sent away to their hideaways in the many treeforts hidden among branch and leaf. Aubrin pulled Havilah over, “you and I will travel to the staging site near our target, Fort Ramgate. They’re amassing there and we intended to face them head on. I’ve taught you what you need. Meet here at sunset.

+4 Dex

+2 Perception