[Aylwen Dreamsong]

Rhys jogged down the corridor, looking for the room his sister would be practicing in. He needed to tell her something...something important. Rhys stopped when the hallway came to a fork, and then he wandered aimlessly down the left hall. Rhys had no clue which room his sister would be in, and cautiuosly opened random doors, hoping to find a familiar face. When the long left hallway came to an abrupt halt, Rhys ran back up the corridor and then down the right hall after the fork.

The first door he opened brought success. He found his little sister in a makeshift ring, along with some other man Rhys had met once. One punch from the man brought two jabs from Jisela, his sister. Rhys chuckled. It was sink or swim with her, and she always turned out to be a pretty good swimmer.

"You could use an uppercut once in a while, Jis!" someone called to Jisela from the sidelines. Jisela nodded, and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her opponent was almost a blur to her as her eyes stung with sweat. Light jumps to and fro brought Jisela ever closer to the idle opponent, until it was too late for the man. Jisela sent an uppercut his way, sending his chin and head flying upwards. Satisfied, Jisela waited for her next opening.

Unable to see the man's sly move as he inched towards her, Jisela let out a slight yelp as she came crashing to the ground after her feet had been swept from under her. She stood up, and before she could do aught else, a fist came flying at her face. Jisela was sent flying backward and onto the floor again.

"Ouch. I bet that hurt. Take a break, Ganar," came the voice of Rhys, Jisela's brother. Jisela wiped the trickling blood from her chin as it streamed from a cut in her lip. Jisela was suprised...Rhys almost never came to her practices. He was usually too busy with a mission from the Order. Rhys handed Jisela a square of cloth for her cut, and sat down beside her.

"Something wrong, Rhys?" Jisela asked, wiping the blood onto the once clean cloth. Rhys ran a hand nervously through his thick, curly mop of black hair.

"No, not really. I've got a message though, for the both of us." Rhys replied, and handed Jisela a piece of parchment. Jisela opened it, and her eyes widened as she finished reading its contents.

Rhys and Jisela,
Report to the great gate of Minas Tirith an hour before dawn tomorrow. An officer of the Citadel Guard named Sir Mindalel will be inside the gate. Speak to him for further instructions. Prepare for a week of riding in the snow as well as combat. Your normal wages will be tripled for the duration of your service. Further rewards will be forthcoming should you perform well. Horses will be provided.
Javon

"You better clean up there, Jis. Bring the old boots, alright? There's snow involved. Might want to bring that bow as well..." Rhys would have continued on chiding his sister, if Jisela had not shot him an annoyed look. Rhys raised his hands in defense, then got up and left his sister. "I'll see you later tonight, and we'll go together tomorrow."

Jisela nodded, and went to get clean and ready. Triple payments for a week would be a lot of money between the siblings, or enough to seem like a lot. Jisela also fully planned on 'performing well', as she tried to do on everything she undertook. Jisela only hoped that Rhys was up to the challenge too.