Riding up to Kruger's forge, Ebon led a draft pony bearing a bundle upon its back. After noting a curious look from the blacksmith, he grinned back. "Equipment for testing the....properties of your shields." Watching with interested as Kruger loaded the cart, he raised an eyebrow when the man moved to take the handles. "Kruger, why don't we rig the cart to one of the horses? It will speed our journey, I think."
"The truth is I hadn't considered it, as it has never been an option before," Kruger replied while flashing a roguish grin, "but my answer to you should be I would hate to tucker out that poor nag you're riding." Still, they got the peddler's cart hitched up to the pony, since it was already in harness and bore the additional burden with no great effort. Thus did the trio set out west through the city and then north, parallel to the shore, towards the Scathachian Sanctuary.
As they rode, Ebon watched his friend and S'jira, and occasionally lent a mental hand to steady the smith on Trygg until he could grab hold of the saddle horn. That Kruger had to wrap his arms around the young woman to do so brought a smile to his face, but he said nothing to possibly embarrass the smith. Instead they talked about everyday things, news of family and friends, or else business; the subject of the coast guard flotilla came up, and the order for blades that Ebon had place.
Then their talk turned to the mystery bundle on the pony's back. "Well, if this test is to be complete, we'll need to demonstrate that your shields are not only effective in a melee, but also against blasts of fire. One of my older fosterlings, Narisa, is psionic like me, but her gifts runs toward generating and manipulating heat and flame. She has already asked about aiding the Sisterhood, and Isuelt has agreed to meet with her, but I felt that today would be inappropriate. Not only should that interview be more private, but I didn't wish to distract from your own presentation." Ebon looked over his shoulder at the pony trailing them, and grinned. "Fortunately, my friend Eregor was able to provide a substitute."
Finally they reached the Sanctuary, and Ebon looked on as the red-haired Sister regarded Kruger and his letter without a word, then ordered two of the younger novices ahead. He managed not to laugh at first, simply shrugging when Kruger looked back at him. "They never give me this difficulty, must be something you did, old friend." Then he did laugh, though not harshly; in truth Ebon suspected that the Sisters were testing Kruger's patience intentionally, to see what sort of man he was, though he had no way to know that for certain.
As they reached the practice field, Ebon watched Kruger set up, and nodded with approval at the wares he had brought. The bucklers, though small, would be useful in close combat—against the Bhaalite firestarter or any other foe—while the larger targes would provide greater shielding. He glanced up as a number of Sisters approached, recognizing some of them from previous encounters in the Inn or elsewhere. Ebon gave their hosts a bow of respect. "Thank you for welcoming us into your Sanctuary, Daughters of Scathach."