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I have penned this entry at lunchtime, for things have taken a dramatic turn—I hope for the better. When I awoke it was just after dawn and I found Nyra’s bed empty. I don’t believe that she slept in it. I normally do not get up so earlier, since I tend to be up late, especially when I don’t have my port. I was curious and peeked out of the tent to look around. Alonso and Benito were on guard shift, but they weren’t paying much attention. Instead they were watching two figures animatedly talking in the distance. It was clear from the shadows that the Captain was talking to Nyra. Taking it in, I crawled back into bed.

Later, during the ride I talked to Nyra some more about things. She wouldn’t say much other than the Captain made her see that she was being unfair to Dreune. He wasn’t asking for much from her and even though he wasn’t being the politest to her, she was edging him toward that by her own actions. She admitted that this was the case and that since her grove was destroyed, she has had a hard time giving men the benefit of the doubt—especially men like Yalinari and Dreune. The difference between the two seems to be the skill and ease that our Equerry talks to women about themselves and not himself. In any case, he virtually demanded that she treat him with more respect and she acquiesced—barely willingly.

She is trying, I will give her that much. She approached Dreune to give him an update. She also admitted that Dreune tried to patch things up, but she couldn’t leave him off the hook that easily. She told me that she told him in no uncertain terms that she would work for him, but she was not going to ever like him or the way he treats women. As I sit here watching and writing, I can’t help but appreciate and admire her forcefulness and steadfastness. Its one thing to be accosted and verbally abused by a prisoner, its another to be leered at, groped, or assumed to be a thing to be used by men of station. At times, I wish I had the backbone to tell it like it is as our Lieutenant and our Druidess do.

On the other hand, they are likely to die as spinsters—old and shriveled. If I have my way I will die a married woman comfortable in my manor.

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I didn’t have time at lunch to finish my entry, so I am writing again today. The morning events didn’t end with Nyra and the Dreune talking. The next shocker happened during the morning meeting. After typical business, the Captain brought up the business of Company goals and asked us to think about what we believed the goals should be. Typical to his style, the Captain has thought about this and come to a conclusion, but wants to hear others opinions before he announces his. I can never be certain how much he listens to us and how much he simply does so to mollify us. I cannot help but believe that he does in fact listen to us. None had any ideas, but the Captain did. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I was. The goal of the Company is to shift the power as much as we can from the establishment to the common person. Oh, not in a revolutionary way. He doesn’t want to form a country per se—or even take of an existing one. Rather, he wants to empower people through either role modeling or direct support. I always knew that the Captain had a soft spot for children, the aged, and the impoverished. To put it in another way, he wants to take payment from the establishment and use that as opportunities to help people. Its an interesting concept, but I can’t see that it will have any large impact on anything. Still, it beats going to work at 10 and coming home at 5 every day, eating supper, and then reading a book.