Arthur and Tabrîl
Tabrîl nodded. Although she had corresponded with Arthur since then, and it had been with his approval that she had first involved herself in the politics of Everdale, much of her work had been at a distance. Now that she thought of it, the two of them hadn't had a proper conversation in person since they had competed at the games. 'I did my best,' she told him, with a smile that belied the modest words. Tabrîl still wore the two silver medals she had won at the games tied to her belt, along with tokens of honour from her homeland. It was a warrior's custom, but one she still held to.
'I hope that when there is next such a contest, I will accomplish even more,' she added. She was planning to enter a wider variety of events, at least. Shooting, for a start, and some of the other games now that she was more familiar with them.
Reaching the head of the queue, Tabrîl purchased some cider of her own. The foreign coins were no longer so difficult for her to make sense of, even though she continued to rely mainly on barter in Everdale. 'The cider here is good,' she admitted to Arthur. 'When I was first transported here and I did not know my purpose, I spent time sampling them.' Which was to say that Tabrîl had spent time getting very drunk, along with her new friend Eleanor, whom she hadn't seen in a while. 'There is much to appreciate in this place.'