In which Nobody has a conversation with Aravis
Inner Ward of Anvard
You stand in the Inner Ward of Anvard. The ground is hard-packed earth, and it is open to the sky above. Wonderful aromas come wafting out from the Kitchen to the south, near the well. Huge, impressive, intricately carved doors lead to the Great Hall. Staff hurry about, in and out of their quarters, serving the Great Hall and the Council Chamber. A quieter corridor to the northeast leads to the library and schoolroom. Noble lords and ladies also pass through, walking towards their quarters seeing to other business. A guarded gatehouse to the east stands between the inner and outer wards. Two stairways line the curtain wall, climbing to the upper reaches of the castle. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
You can go: Council Chamber <N>, Northeast Hallway <NE>, Inner Gatehouse <E>, Kitchen <S>, Great Hall <SW>, Staff Quarters <W>, Infirmary <NW>, Southern Stairwell <US>, Northern Stairwell <UN>
Contents: A daughter of eve with her hair in a long plait and Well.
Aravis is sitting perched on the edge of the well, reading a small leather-bound book. She’ll occasionally take a break from her reading to watch the goings on of the inner ward.
Haft walks down from the southern stairwell, scanning the crowd carefully. He glance comes to rest for a moment upon the young Tarkheena, but he continues his surveillance of the entire courtyard before locating an unoccupied section of wall and leaning against it, arms folded.
Aravis turns a page in her book, reading.
Haft continues to watch the crowd, but his gaze flickers repeatedly to Aravis. His brow furrows slightly.
Aravis becomes vaguely aware of the looks towards her, but she focuses on her book.
Haft’s gaze wanders to the gatehouse. He stares at it a long moment, his brow furrowing. Then he returns his gaze to the well.
Aravis snaps her book shut and says in a rather abrupt voice, “I say, have I got something on my face or do you have something you want to say.”
Haft appears nonplussed. “Ah…forgive me.” He bows, none too well by Calormene standards. “Lady Aravis, I believe?”
Aravis seems none too impressed, “Yes, what of it?”
Haft says, “Nothing important…I…heard you traveled with our prince on his escape from Calormen.”
Aravis pauses before answering the man, taking a few deep breaths and giving a thin lipped smile which does not reach her eyes, “Yes I did, and two Talking Horses as well.”
Haft asks, “I see…a curious assembly, to be sure. If I might ask a question more, how did you find each other?”
Aravis asks, “We ran into each other quite by accident on the road. Why?”
Haft shifts awkwardly, glancing around the Ward. “I was only wondering…what prompted your escape–and his? The Talking Horses, of course I can understand their wish to return home. But…” he searches for the right words. “Why would a boy raised in Calormen choose to leave his life to come to Archenland?”
Aravis shrugs, “How should I know?” She knew of course, but she wasn’t about to go around telling everyone.
Haft narrows his gaze on her, then nods in grudging respect. “I see. And yourself? It’s a long way from your home.”
Aravis hmpfs indignantly and stands, drawing herself up to her full (though admittedly not very impressive) height “I dare say that is none of your business! Who even are you!?”
Haft looks at her levelly. “I am no one my lady. A resident here at the moment, by the king’s leave. Forgive me for interrupting your reading. If you enjoy books, I believe you will find more in the library.” He indicates the direction and starts to move from the wall.
Aravis says with the incredulity of one who can’t believe the nerve of some people, “Well then, nobody, you might do well to mind your own business!”
Haft turns, glancing over Aravis as if he can’t decide what to make of her. He nods solemnly. “No doubt you are right. Excuse me.” He heads back up the stairs.