The Rosflame Chronicles

Chapter Four: The Inspection

After receiving his instructions from Galfrid about the state of the Twelveswood, Kiona spent the next few hours assisting the soldiers at the Bannock. From simple tasks like organizing supplies to helping tend to minor wounds, he tried to do his part. Yet, he knew this was only the beginning of the trials that awaited him.

When the midday sun hung high in the sky, Kiona found himself called back to the main encampment. Galfrid, ever the stern figure, stood at the center of the Bannock, arms folded across his chest, surveying the soldiers and adventurers alike. His sharp eyes caught sight of Kiona approaching, and he beckoned him over with a nod.

"Ah, there you are," Galfrid said, his voice steady and direct. "Before I send you out on any real missions, I need to ensure you're properly equipped for the dangers of the Twelveswood."

Kiona straightened, instinctively gripping his staff a little tighter.

Galfrid gave a cursory glance at Kiona's staff, robes, and the various items he carried. "It's not just about what gear you carry, lad. It's about how you carry yourself—your readiness to face the dangers ahead. The Twelveswood doesn't care if you're nervous or ill-prepared. It will test you, regardless."

Kiona met Galfrid's gaze, feeling the weight of the inspection. Though he knew he was capable, the scrutiny was different—intimidating, but also necessary.

"Present yourself," Galfrid instructed, his tone firm but not harsh.

Kiona stood tall, raising his staff slightly to show that he was ready. Galfrid stepped forward, carefully examining the craftsmanship of the staff, the stitching of Kiona's robes, and the arrangement of his supplies. Though Kiona didn't carry much, each piece had a purpose, carefully selected for utility and balance.

"Your equipment is in fair condition," Galfrid commented, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized every detail. "Your staff, solid enough. Your robes, functional. But it's not just about the gear—it's about how you handle it. There's more to readiness than appearances, Kiona."

Kiona nodded, his voice steady as he spoke. "I understand. I've been trained in conjury, and I'm prepared to use what I know to help the Twelveswood."

Galfrid's expression softened slightly, a hint of approval flickering in his eyes. "Good. We don't need heroes, lad—we need people who can get the job done."

After a moment, Galfrid stepped back, folding his arms once more. "You'll be fine. But remember, the forest is unpredictable. Keep your wits about you, and don't hesitate to fall back if the situation gets out of hand. The wildlife and corrupted plants aren't the only dangers you'll face out there."

With the inspection complete, Galfrid gave Kiona a firm nod. "You're ready for the next step. I'll have further instructions for you soon."

Kiona exhaled quietly, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. Though the inspection had been brief, it marked an important moment in his journey—a reminder that he was not just wandering aimlessly, but actively preparing for the challenges that lay ahead.

"Thank you, Galfrid," Kiona said with a respectful nod. "I'll be ready for whatever comes next."

Galfrid smiled slightly, though it was more a look of approval than warmth. "I believe you will be."

With that, Kiona turned and made his way back to the Bannock's training grounds, ready to continue proving himself in the efforts to heal The Twelveswood.