Tavorwen and Creadean walked from the entry of the home they shared with their master.

"You think he can do it?" Tavorwen asked Creadean.

Creadean spread her hands, walking toward the barracks where the applicants she had been given stayed. They had split the potential battle maidens based on skill sets. Tavorwen would claim those more suited to direct combat, and she would take those better suited for tracking, scouting, surveillance and ambush.

"Who are we to tell him what he can and can't do?" Creadean mused. "Can you think of a single thing he's done that he has not done with great success? He was left to choose matrons...