Martin Glantz von Drueß

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Registered Name: Resides: Oak Spring / Namron Status: Active Joined SCA: 2018
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Jóra Dennisdottir

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Previously Known As: Brenna Densdottir

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Interests:

• Inkle and Loom Weaving
• Cooking & Baking
• Jewelry Making
• Storytelling
• Embroidery
• Sewing

Timeline of Activity:

Attended first event on June 8, 2018 - King's College.

The Tale of the Waterbearer vs the Warrior

So, I'm 4 hours into a solo waterbearing shift at Braggart's War (my 4th event ever), and 3 hours and 30 minutes past my patience. I have learned in spectacularly quick fashion, just exactly how stubborn knights can be. I have, over the course of the last 4 hours, connived, cajoled, and outright threatened all but one person on this field into hydrating or partaking in some form of food. At this point in the story, I am a sweaty, tired, temperamental and very very annoyed individual. And this one person, this one knight, has not had a single drink of water, nor a single bite of food. So I both worried, upset, and deeply deeply frustrated by my inability to do what I perceived to be my "God Given, Hydration Related, Mandate."

Namely? Get water down their throats and try to get them to eat an orange or two. So, I decided to pull out the big guns. I go up to Duke (now Prince) Jason Drysdale, and calmly, sweetly, and with all the venom in the world, ask what kind of herculean task I must take upon myself to get this particular knight to drink.

Jason tells me that this particular knight will only drink bottled water from his camp, and then he tells me where the knight's camp is. So I hustle myself clear across the site (in record time, might I add!) and retrieved half a dozen bottles of water from a very confused Lady. I then hustle myself back, and having run what was quite possibly a mile in roughly 11 minutes, I am tired.

So I walk/stagger up to this Knight, make eye contact with Prince Jason, and say "Here's your water. Drink. ... Sir."

He turns and looks at Prince Jason, Jason glares at him, I glare at him, and he drinks.

"Great!" I think to myself "Now that he's drunk, surely he will continue to!" I was wrong.

30 minutes later, he hasn't finished the first bottle of water. I take it upon myself to forcibly remind him of it's existence. Namely by glaring and miming drinking. This does not work. I try more techniques, like asking Prince Jason to make sure he does. He does not. Finally, it's nearly sunset, and I. Have. Had. It.

This knight has his helm on, so I know I will cause him no injury. I yeet the water. The bottle collides with his helm, and makes a glorious, glorious sound. "THONK"

He turns, confused. And what does he spy? But lo, a short, tired, pissed off woman. With another bottle of water in her hands. He, slowly, slowly, bends over, picks up the bottle I chucked at him. Takes off his helm, unscrews the lid, and drinks the whole thing in 30 seconds. I proceed to smile, hand him another bottle, and say "Thank you, Sir." With all the best voice customer service can manage.

Mundane Information:

Can be found via mundane name (Lily Hedges) on Facebook and Instagram.