Hestia was packing what belongings she deemed useful for the long trek north, the voyage was timely and dangerous, she'd been out in the world before, and was well aware of what monsters and malicious forces resided in the vast unknown.
However, she knew that Bran wasn't quite as well versed in the working of the world, mostly only residing in his well-protected little countryside village his whole life.
When Hestia went out into the world with her theatre troupe she wasn't exactly on the forefront of any monster attacks but the occasional feral kobold or twig blight that snuck past the guards they hired was enough of a tussle to teach her the basics of fighting.
Bran however hadn't done much other than jousting purely for sport and some bow hunting, certainly useful skills but would they be enough?
Hestia, however, felt relieved that she and her boyfriend would be in the good company of the other servants, at least one of which Lucan being an ex-soldier and close friend of Bran, Willow would surely be tagging along and her magic was far from amateur.
Hestia continued to consider different necessities as a loud chorus of banter erupted from out in the main hall.
The workday had just ceased for the evening and word began to circulate about the young master's wishes to expedite North in search of adventure, while everyone coming in dried off and huddled together to hear the gossip.
Naal the Dark Elf in charge of keeping tabs on the family armory was busy at work taking notes on what gear would be leaving the armory and trying to block out Lucan's insistence on three heirloom swords which he claimed in a thinly veiled method of boasting he could wield all at once.
Luanne, a human artist in employ of the Owyns to create portraits and paintings, was collecting her finest supplies eager for something more interesting than stuffy stuck up rich folk posed all prim and proper, instead yearning for the opportunity to depict epic battles of spell and survival.
Well, Hestia was good friends with these bunch but there was one person she wished she could've brought along with her too, as if by a rather intrusive casting of detect thoughts Willow yanked Hestia by the sleeve over to a corner holding a towering near-bursting trunk of belongings standing ready for departure.
"uh Willow, that might be a bit much for the trip don't you think" Hestia questioned looking the Willow sized luggage up and down "Oh this isn't mine it's for YOU, or, maybe Bran depending on how you see it" Willow explained with a grimace that would be right at home in the Nine Hells, a reaction that made Hestia rather nervous for its contents.
"No no no, My luggage is over that way" Willow proclaimed with a nonchalant point, Hestia feasted her eyes upon a truly mountainous horde of wooden trunks, leather satchels, and shining gem-encrusted jewelry boxes.
Hestia hadn't the faintest idea where that amount of luggage would be stored in the manor let alone how it could fit into whatever wagon they would be riding in.
"How will all of that fit in the caravan!?!?" Hestia implored with a level of cartoonish surprise she had yet to be brought to by something as mundane as luggage "Caravan? Oh heavens no, I got in touch with some old friends, you remember them, Phebis and Aurelia".
Willow once more grabbed Hestia by the shoulder dragging her along to the front of the estate grabbing an umbrella along the way, where she found a peculiar sight, what appeared to be an early train car with a Driver's seat and reins so it may be pulled by an equine of some type.
Every window of the cart had a small planter filled with all sorts of strange and esoteric flora, ingredients grown presumably for alchemical concoctions and elixirs.
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Human X Goblin, D&D Fanfic
RomanceA young noble human and his goblin maid have fallen in love with each other and as the maid returns from her vacation with a theatre troupe the burden of being apart for so long may force their emotions to flare.
