She cracks the first thing resembling emotion since you've come into contact with her. You're not sure how to describe it, though, and her ancient jowls mask it well.
"I wasn't remarking about your appearance. It's not wise to trust anyone
on a pirate ship with a key to the vault. I've had plenty of would-be 'apprentices' attempt to gain my favor in the past so that they can gain access to the loot. I am beholden, however, directly to Landgrave and therefore the Commodore, and no one else."
She pauses. "If you are genuine, I will take you on as an apprentice, though believe me, if I think you might have taken something, you'll get much worse than an ankle-shaking.">>343827
Between the low light and your nerves, you don't do so well on logic and rhetoric, though you pass grammar with flying colors.
Landgrave comes to the brig personally to express his disappointment, remarking that he had hoped you would succeed with a lack of distractions. He then tutors you on test-taking strategies. '1d5'
You spend the rest of the day in the brig with your filly mother. Nothing else of note happens, except for Redcoat's mutterings of disappointment, and in the evening, Cloudy Stripes stops by and helps sew up your teddy ursa. You pass out on the implement at night.>>343825
He transitions from manners at the dinner table to speaking at length about how the manner in which one carries one's self determines their social position, not just their birth rank, and he remarks that one that strives to be noble but is not is higher, in his eyes, than one truly noble but without regard for their class.
He discusses the ancient concept of noblesse oblige
, as well, and how one's apparent power becomes true power. He closes on the note,
"One wears a mask, Miss Heart, and one's face grows to fit that mask. Be certain the mask you wear is the face you'd like to bear.">>343800Reiterated
"Yes?" He calls through the door.Roll #1 2 = 2