<strong>Eshalu - still resting at the Chapterhouse</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Eshalu spends one Fate Point and invokes the <em>Initiate of the Lodge of Rangers</em> aspect</div></div><br/>Sensing the approaching tide of midday, Eshalu rose and splashed herself with cold water from a metal basin set upon an ornate tripod. She retrieved her whestone from its leather pouch and began to sharpen her blades. First her spear, with its wicked silvery tip, then her curved shortsword and, finally, her hunting knives. She set each weapon down upon the wooden floor and began to oil her leather armour to keep it supple, so that it would bend and twist with the effortless agility of muscle and sinew.<br/><br/>It was a timeless ritual and one that she had performed since she had joined the Lodge of Rangers as a novice. When she had finished, she ran the razor edge of her shortsword against the palm of her hand, drawing a sliver of blood.<em>Great Mother, though my home is far, you are wherever there is soil and stone and wherever life springs - may your spirits guide your daughter and I will offer a skull and fresh blood at the altar of the First Growth when I return.</em>