Commander Braghaman Larethian

Repairing The School

The taps of Braghaman’s hammer echoed along the road into Darkshire. He put the last nail flush with the wood and then stepped back to look at his handy-work. The frame of the window was repaired and the panes of glass were set in properly. Bragh hooked the claw of of his hammer into his belt then put his hands on his hips. 

“Good work, commander.”

“Thank you.” Bragh turned to see a woman standing at the entrance to the academy’s courtyard. He recognized her as a parent of one of Niviene’s students, but for the life of him he couldn’t remember her name.

“Maybe you missed your calling as a carpenter.”

“That’s possible. I’ve used a hammer for both.”

“Hopefully they’ll increase the patrols on this side of town. Then you won’t have to worry about any more hooligans vandalizing the property.”

“Sure,” Braghaman said slowly. “That would be nice.”

“Or you could put bars over the windows. That could help.”

“Well, I don’t know if that’s needed yet. But we’ll definitely look into whatever needs doing.”

“I would’ve expected things to be safer with all your paladins living here, too,” she added. “Maybe you could have them patrol the yard as well.”

“That’s not really why they’re here,” Bragh answered with a shrug. “They were sent to me for field training, not guard duty.”

“No reason they can’t do both. Right?”

“Well, like I said. That’s not really why they’re here.”

“Of course,” the parent said, waving her hand as if to brush it all away. “As long as you’re keeping everything safe for my little boy, that’s really all that matters.”

“We’re looking into everything necessary,” Braghaman said with a nod.

“Good. Have a good afternoon, commander,” the parent said. Then she turned and started walking towards town. 

Braghaman sighed and shook his head when the woman wasn’t looking. Looking back to the building, he stepped closer to the window to inspect his repairs.