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[NRDL]

2 I don't know why but Hugh just sounds so irreverent. The breaker of chains, the freer of our people, Hugh.

[A Thing]

2

[Vgray]

And your family name:

1) Katenatou.

2) Mikilatou.

3) Our family was noble before the Conquest, and we did not take a Karagond family name.

4)Choose a name.

[A Thing]

3

[notquitethere]

Sure, double down on Hughness with 3.

[Vgray]

Your family name, after the old Shayarin style, was:

1) de Eramant.

2) de Serin.

3) Choose a name.

[A Thing]

3
de Huguenot

[MCreeper]

Sadly for me, Hugh is pretty ordinary name and isn't pronounced as i thought.   xD

[NRDL]

3
de Huguenot

+1

[Vgray]

"…Hugh de Huguenot." Breden's voice overlapped with yours. When you glanced at her, mildly surprised, she lowered her eyes in modest silence and pointed to the family crest on your sword:

1) A heron.

2) A four-pointed star.

3) A stag.

4) No, it's something else.

(My personal suggestion, a wolf. Or a stag I guess. The Baratheons are cool too))

[A Thing]

3

[notquitethere]

3

[Vgray]

To hear your father tell it, the de Huguenot stag is older than the Hegemony—but these days there are few enough places where it is displayed outside your home. You wouldn't have expected some of your noble peers to remember it, let alone a helot.

Hector barked out another uncomfortable laugh. "By all Angels, girl, I don't imagine you escape many thrashings from Mikal de Rose! But we may yet get some falconing in today thanks to your warning. My honest thanks." He wheeled his horse around and made for the bridge, one retainer in tow.

You held back, looking at Calea. "Cousin…forgive me, but the hour that this will add to our journey…I promised my father I'd visit the agora before dusk…."

She waved you away. "Cousin, cousin. There's no need to apologize. I have always understood that you have responsibilities that we do not. Just return the horse to our grooms when you're done. As ever."

Trust Calea to work in a public reminder that your family is too poor to maintain its own stable. When the Keriatou had galloped out of sight, you dismounted and tied their horse to a tree. "Stand up, girl," you called over your shoulder to Breden. Your anger at your cousins had subsided by the time you walked over to her.

1) "So. Water enough to sweep away horses, eh?" I offered her an artful smile.

2) "I can't help wondering whether you might have exaggerated the peril we'd have faced uproad. Inadvertently, no doubt."

3) "The thing is," I said bluntly, "I think you're lying about the flood."

Spoiler: Current Stats (click to show/hide)

You are Hugh de Huguenot, aristocrat of the Shayard Rim.

Traits
Charisma: Not yet defined.
Combat: Not yet defined.
Intellect: Not yet defined.

  Ruthless: 49% Compassionate: 51%   
  Skeptical: 50% Devout: 50%   
  Homelander: 54% Cosmopolitan: 46%   

Anarchy: 0

[NRDL]

2. Let's be straightforward, but pleasant about it.

[Vgray]

Breden blinked at you in astonishment, no trace of a smile remaining on her face. You gave her a moment, and when no response was forthcoming gently prompted her: "I rode two miles upriver this morning. The water on that road wouldn't wet a child's shins."

"By the Blessed Angels, kurios! Now that I've heard what your eyes have seen, I'd never believe that foolish helot Starn who spoke to me of a flood." Breden's speech slowed markedly, as if struggling to penetrate the mystery of how she came to be misled. "Indeed, now that you mention this, I recall that Starn cannot swim, and fears any moving water. I was myself a fool to heed anything he said about a river—or indeed any stream larger than a piss-trickle! I can only repent, and beg your tolerance for my passing on a falsehood unawares, and throw myself on your mercy." She paused in a cautious half-bow. When you just watched her levelly, she ventured: "Would you…would you then have us hail back your noble cousins, the aristarchs?"

Your lips quirked. "They'll have ridden further from us with every word you added to that little speech. And if I meant to spare them the long ride, I'd have spoken before they left. So tell me, Breden t'de Rose…if I rode up the river, would I meet your friend Starn, who said the road was dangerous for horses?"

The lean young helot straightened to regard you thoughtfully. "In truth, there may have been something to that fool's warning, kurios Hugh. There's water on the road. And there's danger." Her voice was toneless, but her wary eyes were suddenly aflame. "You might have heard about Olen Stonehewer?"

You wouldn't have, if you hadn't asked Old Joana why she was looking so miserable a day earlier. "He's the t'Pelematou helot who…"

1) "…was punished…"

2) "…died…"

3) "…was killed…"

4) "…was brutally slaughtered…"