[ Some time had passed after the Caelin Inheritance Dispute. Caelin seemed to have a good future with Lyndis there to assist Lord Hausen. Though today Eliwood rode into Caelin, he felt he should give just a bit more space to Lyndis as she got used to the change of pace Caelin brought compared to Sacae. And if he kept Hector waiting much longer again for their bi monthly bout, he wouldn't hear the end of it. It was all in jest of course, Eliwood knew this. However, he saw dark clouds building as he rode into Khathelet as well. The weather didn't seem to be on their side, but in these parts of the country, rain came and left in what seemed like no time at all.]
[ Still, it was better to hurry to their meeting place lest he get himself as well as his mount caught in the rain where movement would become next to impossible. Perhaps a rescheduling would have been best, but there was little time to send out a letter to Hector before he already started to make his way out this far. ]
[Regardless, leaving his horse at a stable near their meeting place in town, Eliwood entered the home to wait for his friend, giving one more pleading glance to the deeper darkening sky.]
[Hector had not had the greatest of days, to say the least. He was always antsy when it came to his duels with Eliwood, and if the two day ride wasn't enough in normal circumstances, he'd also had a few unplanned encounters with bandits over some inheritance dispute he didn't know anything about.]
[That was all well and good, and he'd made it to the meeting place on time (if a bit bloody), but Eliwood hadn't showed up when he expected. There had been one set of knocks on the door, and he was lucky enough to come to his senses and jump into the closet before Serra saw him.]
[He felt like his axe was going to rust while he was waiting. Eventually, he hears the door open to somebody he wanted to see. He can't help but grin at his friend.]
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frick. i mean heck. i mean. hector.
[ Still, it was better to hurry to their meeting place lest he get himself as well as his mount caught in the rain where movement would become next to impossible. Perhaps a rescheduling would have been best, but there was little time to send out a letter to Hector before he already started to make his way out this far. ]
[Regardless, leaving his horse at a stable near their meeting place in town, Eliwood entered the home to wait for his friend, giving one more pleading glance to the deeper darkening sky.]
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[That was all well and good, and he'd made it to the meeting place on time (if a bit bloody), but Eliwood hadn't showed up when he expected. There had been one set of knocks on the door, and he was lucky enough to come to his senses and jump into the closet before Serra saw him.]
[He felt like his axe was going to rust while he was waiting. Eventually, he hears the door open to somebody he wanted to see. He can't help but grin at his friend.]
Eliwood! Well met, what kept you?