*Thava was in the thick of it when it came to the debates, displaying both reason, and the high energy dragonborn were known for, reminding those opposing her ideas how tenacious, fiery, and passionate the scaled race could be, but in the end she concluded the same as the others. This event was presumed to be larger than the university, and had the potential to threaten all life on queensland. Thava with her Wyrmchiefs blessing, volunteered to be the Ironclaws intermediary for the task at hand.*<br/><br/>*The rest of her day was spent in preparation, though she had an assistant that saw to the majority of the prep work, thus she had a little time to get some sparring in at the guardhouse training grounds. One of her favorite activities for clearing her mind. Her partner was surprisingly, a gnome fighter, one that had earned her respect. Despite gnomes being shorter than halflings, this one, Findletwix. Was astoundingly adept with a pair of gnome sized longswords, and fought with the far larger Dragonborn on even ground despite standing barely above her knees. He parried full force blows from her bastard sword, deftly swerved past her thrusts, and met steel with steel.* "Doesn't it excite you" *Findle would start catching a breather between the crash of steel*, "-star folk, I'd never thought I'd see the day, imagine-how-many-kinds-of-them-there-could-be?", *he'd shoot off in that gnomish rapid fire chatter that tended to get on ones nerves if overexposed to the speak*.<br/><br/>"Indeed, I wonder how many of them look like talking pigs? Or perhaps there's fish with legs", *said the dragonborn rather inquisitively.*<br/><br/>"Ugh you mean like a Sahuagin?", *Findle replied*, *we quite have enough of those plaguing the coastline, we-don't-need-any-more.*<br/><br/>"No-no I mean a literal mackerel with legs!" *she stated with a laugh, causing them both to lower their blades and start to chuckle*<br/><br/>"Aaah I know I probably won't be gone for long, but, I'm going to miss these days...melting out my house in the cliffs, the wonder's I've learned at the university, YOU ya mad little bastard, its a good place to live, even for a bloodthirsty lizard woman", *she spoke bringing up the first time the two had met and they had a quarrel that wrecked the pottery shop, hed called her just that, a bloodthirsty lizard. Thava spent the rest of the night polishing her gear, a task that was never done, she selected her freshest set of banners and clothes brought in just before the chiefs arrival in Spindlethorp to honor his presence. Come the Morn, she'd be leaving this town again, but this time she would journey into a mystery world, a frontier none had ever seen.*<br/>-=-=-=-=-<br/><br/>*Thava awoke at Dawn, to find her father, Wyrmchief Garathor at her bedside. A little mushy scene of how he remembered watching over her at night as a hatchling, proud of her daughter from the day before, how steadfast she was at the debate, ect, ect. It was a surprise. Thava had thought her father prefered she be more warrior than diplomat, but apparently she was dead wrong on that note. After he left for breakfast, she worked her armor on, (it can be a bit difficult with a rather large backside). Swung her satchel on her shoulder, and made sure her cape wasn't being a douche bending the wrong way due to improper angle placement. She ate spicy stroganoff with her father, a pleasure she normally only experienced a few days per season, and they both made their way to the dirigible, to part ways.*<br/><br/>*The dragonborn parting ritual is perhaps the most badass way one can say goodbye. The two scaled kin, wrap their arms together with a shot of firewhisky, take the shot, then headbutt each other with a loud KLACK! and a lingering pat on the others back. Thava would keep that memory close, no matter how long or far she traveled. She'd do right by her Papa.*