In which there is awkwardness between Haft and Lanisen in the aftermath of Haft’s threats
The kennel of Anvard is a fairly spacious room, well-lit by the windows in the south wall looking toward the Outer Ward. It is immediately obvious that the hounds housed here are quite well-treated: the floor is kept clean-swept; the blankets padding the dogs’ wooden beds are thick and warm; and the hounds themselves have a certain sleek, well-fed look. Several pens can be seen toward the back of the room, likely used to isolate dogs that are sick, injured, or in need of further training, but the majority of the castle hounds are allowed to roam freely about the room. A fireplace, lit on cold days, is set into the east wall, opposite the door to the quarters of Danall, the Master of Hounds. A set of wooden stairs leads up to a second level.
You can go: Up <U>, Outer Ward <S>, Huntsman’s Chamber <W>
Contents: Kirby the Houndkeeper.
Lanisen is curled up by the hearth, a hound sleeping across his lap and another flopped by his legs. There is a book on the floor next to him, but he’s only sitting with his back to the wall, staring with unfocused eyes at the ceiling and idly stroking the dog’s neck.
Haft opens the door, stepping in slowly. He does not close the door behind him but waits for Lanisen to acknowledge him.
Lanisen and the hound on his lap raise their heads in tandem. Lanisen looks at Haft for a moment, eyes flat with tired resentment, then turns his face away.
Haft says, “I won’t keep you long. I’m here in my official capacity.”
Lanisen ignores him.
Haft continues. “I spoke to Aaron yesterday while Cor was in here. I told him if he harassed or harmed you I’d have him arrested. Should he do so, report it to me–or another member of the guard. You can give them my name. I can’t–” He waves his hand vaguely. “–actually arrest him just for being irritating…but I can speak to the Captain. If he threatens harm I can do more.”
Lanisen lets out a breath through his nose, turning toward Haft without looking at him. “How about you leave,” he says, “and don’t come in here again. How would that be.”
Haft maintains his composure. “That would be my preference, but I fear I can’t indulge it. Not while Aaron is perpetually fascinated with this place and Cor spends time here.”
Lanisen says quietly, “Do you see him here now?”
Haft quietly says, “No.” He turns to step outside.