During Episode 121, Buffy learned that one of her friends, a Bravil guard named Gladius Maro, had not only just received orders to Kvatch but had recently become engaged. After congratulating the soldier, Buffy expressed her belief that she would quickly hear from the University regarding help for Kvatch - and that she would soon join Gladius there.
Rider- Thank you! I think you're right about Savlian; Buffy will talk quite a bit about him in this next episode - including mention of that dream! I like the sense of continuity that Gladius Maro provides, from the death of City Swimmer, his occasional interaction with Buffy, now his orders to Kvatch and engagement. We can expect him to continue to be a persistent minor character in Buffy's story. I love how you have rendered Captain Lerus as a mysterious, somewhat aloof, but ultimately likeable character in JF. In BF, she seems to be in league with Count Pompousness himself - and yes, it looks like she used Captain Draconis' letter from Leyawiin as an excuse to be rid of an inconvenience.
SubRosa- Gladius is surely no winner of the Grass Crown like Vols, but he is a good man. Buffy is hopeful that he will find happiness with Pelena and that his noble spirit will be more suited to service in Kvatch. Thank you; I know that you and I have both liked Gladius since we first met him.
KC- Thank you for nailing Buffy's motivation here. You are correct that she cares not a whit about concepts like cities or empires. She is all about helping those she holds dear. She would call her motivation selfish; I would call it nurturing or following her heart.
Glargg- The irony of our glass cannon pointing out that women are not made of glass also occurred to me. I thank you so much for highlighting it!
mALX- Thank you. This was indeed a transition episode, full of foreshadowing as Buffy nears the end of her time in Bravil.
minque- I'm so delighted to have you with us again! Your kind praise humbles me so very much.

Thank you!
hazmick- Much thanks! I join you in hoping Gladius survives Kvatch. Buffy is indeed in receipt of word from the University as she begins the next episode.
Grits- Thank you! I'm grateful for your comment on Gladius' chivalric courtesy to Buffy as he escorted her to her guild. It is the same with Daenlin, who always holds Buffy's chair for her (and why she willingly fetches the old elf's slippers). Buffy greatly respects both men - in part because they return the favor, even while recognizing and embracing the beautiful differences between their genders.
All- The Tournament of Archers storyline began with Buffy's arrival at Bravil. Some thirty eight episodes later, it now ends with her departure from the City of Mara.
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122 The Tournament of Archers, Part 38- Farewell to Bravil
A faint glow from across the Niben announced that the starry night would soon yield to a brilliant sunrise. Superian stopped along the Green Road and we turned eastward to watch.
To my right, I could still see the stable. Beyond and above the city's walls rose the spire of Mara's chapel. I imagined that most of my extended family still slept - Priestesses, my master of the bow, a black marketeer, merchants, guild mates, a skooma dealer, beggars, a lonely widow, an assassin, some of the guards and others. Each of them, in their imperfect beauty, had helped forged me into the uncertain elf that now sat astride her precious mare.
My farewells the evening prior had been bittersweet. Daenlin had fussed over each arrow he inspected while filling my quiver. Ardaline inventoried my soap, shampoo and conditioner to ensure I had plenty. Nilawen gifted me with a new journal book full of clean pages, and tried to overstuff my pack with strawberries and sweet rolls to eat on the road. Much of the evening was spent hugging, crying and holding hands with friends and guild mates. I had tried to sound cheerful and confident amidst the tears and smiles.
In the magical moments of dawn however, my heart ached at the realization I might be looking at the city of my birth for the last time. My eyes traveled across the Niben to the eastern horizon again as it grew brighter. I leaned forward to pat Superian's neck. "Why am I willing to leave my home for a man who guards a flaming city on a hill? At worst, I will be killed. At best, Savlian is a human; 'happily ever after' to them means but a few decades. Then I would be alone, like Ursanne, to suffer loss and heartache. As an elf though, my pain could last for centuries." My fingers absently toyed with Superian's long mane, removing imaginary tangles as she stood quietly. "Is my 'hero in a headband' simply the wishfully idealized product of a young elf's mind? I still struggle to believe he could return what I fear I feel for him. Or that I could ever compete with his love for Kvatch."
The mare flicked an ear as her unlabored breathing cast a soft mist into the cool air around her head. She then twice pawed the ground sympathetically with a front hoof. It was the paladin, however, that replied, "You're right. The risk to your life and heart is too great."
"What?!?" I snapped. "Savlian needs me! The last time I saw him, he asked me to stay. Don't you remember how it felt when he touched my cheek? In his letter, he clearly professed that he misses me. I'll have you know that Savlian Matius is not a man of false words! By Mara, Acadian, didn't you feel the state I was in when I woke up the other morning from that dream of him kissing me?" I did my best impression of Superian snorting, then added indignantly, "We're going to Kvatch and you're not going to talk me out of it and that is that!"
Superian stretched and lowered her neck, then shook her head, loosing a snort that was much better than mine.
After a chuckle that completely baffled me, Acadian spoke again, "Your passionate response to my challenge just confirmed what we both know, Buffy. You've made a powerful decision and it is natural to feel trepidation at the unknowns that lay ahead. The stakes are high, but you and Savlian will not learn each other's heart if you do not go to Kvatch. Know this, my bowgirl: if you find love, it can be stronger than fear, or even death. You are correct to follow your heart."
"Well," I grumbled, "you didn't need to trick me to make your point."
Reaching into my pack, my hand lingered over Savlian's letter. Surely there was truth in what I had read between his lines. As the first streaks of morning sun spilled over the horizon to warm my face, it was another letter that I withdrew and unfolded across the pommel of Superian's saddle to reread:
Buffy,
The Council of Mages will meet very soon. I recommend you leave Bravil upon receipt of this and report to the University, as that will ensure you are here to learn our decision as soon as it is known. I understand the passion behind your request, and will do my utmost to diligently present your case before the Council.
Raminus Polus
Headmaster, Arcane University
Steward, Council of Mages "Acadian," I said as I returned Raminus' letter to my pack, "there can be no more excuses or delays. Even if the Council of Mages refuses to help, we will proceed to Kvatch. When I was terrified of Daedra, I learned how to hunt them where they live. I didn't know how to close an Oblivion Gate, but now I believe I do. My heart still fears what I may or may not find when next I look into Savlian's eyes, but only he can show me that."
Acadian replied with a confident clarity, "Lead on, Child of Dawn."
With no prompting from me, Superian turned to put the glorious sun on my right shoulder and we continued north.
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