In which Megren and Abrielle play Wolves and Foxes
Coghill Square is a quaint and charming village thoroughfare. The tree-lined lanes are well kept, and show signs of moderate traffic. Two large stone buildings with carved wood doors sit at the southern corners of the square, angled toward the center. Another tall structure lies at the end of a narrow lane to the east.
The road turns here, one leg headed north out of town and the other running westward, along the foothills of the mountains toward the local manor. ==============================================================================
You can go: Out of Town <N>, The Old Inn Road <E>, Seamstress <SE>, General Goods and Exchange <SW>, Coghill Manor Road <W>
Contents: A daughter of eve with a red streak in her brown hair (Abrielle); A
daughter of eve with dark brown hair; and A daughter of eve with short,
copper hair (Megren).
Haft strides down the road from the direction of the guild halls and looks around, then leans against a tree, apparently waiting for someone.
Abrielle walks beside Saeryn chatting happily. “I think I added too much yeast…it just fluffed right over the top of the bowl!”
Megren walks toward the square along the northern path.
Haft raises a hand to wave Megren over.
A daughter of eve with dark brown hair laughs quietly. “I’ve done that a few times, bread can be more finicky than you’d expect.”
Abrielle nods. “Yeah…I just think I do it more than I am supposed to.” She laughs and glances up to see Haft and Megren. She gives them a happy wave.
Haft nods at Abrielle, but doesn’t smile.
Megren comes to join Haft, and offers Abrielle a big grin.
A daughter of eve with dark brown hair glances after Abrielle’s wave and offers a brief little smile before looking down at her hands, which she folds in front of herself.
Abrielle looks back to Saeryn and asks, ”
Abrielle says, “Where are you off to? ”
Haft speaks to Megren in a low voice. “You find out anything useful?”
Megren shakes her head.
A daughter of eve with dark brown hair lifts her head and looks back at Abrielle. “Oh, I was coming to buy a few seeds, actually. I have the evening off…”
Haft says, “Neither did I.” He sighs. “Not that I expected to, but…disappointing nonetheless.””
Abrielle face lights up at the mention of seeds. “Are you going to grow your own garden?”
A daughter of eve with dark brown hair says, “Oh, I usually have a little one. Nothing fancy, of course, just a few potatoes and carrots and such. They’re never that large, either, I don’t have much of a green thumb.”
Abrielle smiles. “Well I could help you plant if you would like! I love gardening…I imagine that you need them for all of that amazing food you make!”
Megren nods, glancing over where Abrielle is talking to another woman. “Well, now we’ve been quiet about it, it might be time to ask more outright.”
Haft says, “Makes sense. Shall we start with Abrielle? Though I imagine she’d have said anything to us yesterday if there were aught ta be said.”
Megren says, “Yeah, I’d think.”
A daughter of eve with dark brown hair looks down again, though this time she’s smiling some. “Well, yes… and that would be lovely, if you have the time.”
Abrielle claps her hands happily. “Of course! I will /make/ the time to help you! It would also give us time to catch up.”
Haft steps away from the tree and walks toward Abrielle and her companion.
A daughter of eve with dark brown hair nods, not noticing the approaching man. “I imagine you have a lot to tell me, with all that you’ve been up to.”
Abrielle nods. “Yes. Quite a bit.” She looks over to see Haft coming closer. “Hello Haft. Have you met Saeryn?”
Megren walks after Haft.
Haft shakes his head. “I have not. Miss.”
Saeryn looks around at the approaching pair, eyes widening slightly when she’s being introduced. “Oh, um, hello, sir, miss…” she dips a little bit of a curtsey, not quite looking either of them in the eye.
Abrielle smiles, watching Saeryn. “These two are visiting from Anvard.”
Megren exclaims, “Hello! It’s nice to meet you.”
Saeryn says, “And you…”
Abrielle looks to Megren. “have you two gotten to see much of the town?”
Megren nods. “We’ve gone about.”
Abrielle smiles. “Good! I am afraid that there is not much to see.”
Megren’s brows rise. “You think so? I suppose it’s not big like Andale. It’s so beautiful, though. One of the stonemasons let me sit and watch. I’ve never seen work like that before.”
Saeryn glances up a bit. “Did you catch the name of the stonemason?”
Dalia is currently asleep.
Megren pushes her mouth to one side thoughtfully, and then shakes her head. “He told me, but I can’t recall it.”
Haft asks, “What was he workin’ on?”
Saeryn ahs and drops her gaze again. “Some of them are really very skilled…” She goes quiet to listen for the answer to the man’s question.
Abrielle nods. “There are a few of them here…” She glances over to Saeryn with a hint of sympathy in her eyes.
Megren tilts her head, picking up on something else going on in the conversation, but not sure of what it is. “He was making a bench for one of the local gardens,” she replies to Haft.
Abrielle ahs and looks to Megren. “That will be nice. The gardens always need places to sit. My favorite bench is located in the knot garden.”
Saeryn folds her hands in front of herself again, politely listening.
Haft looks between the three, as if ascertaining whether the discussion of garden benches is at an end. “Actually, you two might be able to help us, Abrielle.”
Abrielle looks to Haft. “What can we help you with?”
Saeryn’s gaze flickers to the man, though she lets Abrielle do the talking.
Megren lets Haft explain their mission.
Haft says, “You asked whether we were here for business or pleasure. Well, the business portion concerns inquiring after Aaron’s whereabouts. We’re to ask around and send a report back to our captain.”
Saeryn blinks. “Aaron? The man with the… fire, from several months back?”
Abrielle nods to Saeryn. “Yeah..that one.” She frowns to Haft. “I have not seen him. I would have let you know if I had.”
Megren makes an affirmative sound. “We figured you would have. It’s not much of a lead.”
Haft says, “And you, Miss Saeryn? The man we’re looking for is about this high, dark brown hair, bright eyes. Liked fancy clothes and such. Might’ve had a fine scabbard.”
Saeryn hesitates a moment, frowning a bit, then shakes her head apologetically. “If he came through the inn, I’d have been in the kitchen. I’m sorry…”
Abrielle goes quiet.
Megren nods, and says again, “It was a long hope.”
Haft says, “Yeah. Guess we’ll ask around a bit more before we leave, but I reckon I’ll be writing a pretty colorless letter back to Anvard.”
Saeryn bites her lip, still looking apologetic.
Megren smiles at Saeryn, “So you work in the inn? You must meet all sorts of people.”
Saeryn’s eyes widen a bit. “I… what? Oh, no, I, I’m just a cook, I don’t meet much of anyone, actually…”
Abrielle glances between Megren and Saeryn before asking Haft, “How long were you two expecting to be here?”
Haft says, “Just long enough to make inquiry. Then we need to head on to Chesterton.”
Megren nods, looking at Haft for confirmation as she says, “Maybe another day or so.”
Abrielle nods once and then gazes off to the surrounding lane.
Saeryn also fades into silence.
Haft says, “Yes, I think so.”
Megren’s brows draw together. “We aren’t keeping you two from something?”
Abrielle shakes her head, “Not me…I was just on the way to the tavern to see if anyone would be willing to play me on Wolves and Foxes.”
Haft says, “I thought you said everyone in Coghill was terrible at that game.”
Megren says, “But Haft, /we’re/ here now.”
Saeryn shakes her head a little bit, and smiles faintly at the comments.
Abrielle laughs at Megren. “Perhaps you two will provide me a little competition…and I don’t think I said /everyone/ was terrible…jsut everyone I have played.”
“Oh, well that’s all the difference then,” Haft snorts. “I recommend you play Megren. You’ve already lost to me.”
Abrielle looks to Megren with a lifted brow. “Do you dare?”
Saeryn blinks a little at Abrielle, though as the other isn’t looking her way, it’d likely be missed.
Megren says, “Oh, I’m sure to prove terrible, too, but I’m game.”
Haft asks, “Are we headed to the tavern then?”
Abrielle nods and looks to Saeryn. “Come join!”
Saeryn hesitates before finally nodding. “If it’s alright…”
Abrielle smiles. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Megren exclaims, “Yes, please do!”
They head to the tavern.
The Bird and Baby’s Tavern
============================================================================== This room echoes with a nearly constant din as voices rise and fall in conversation. An atmosphere of warmth and cheer predominates, and the walls have been painted a dark red. There are several tables for diners; many line the wall to provide for more private discussions. A board hangs in a highly visible location; it pays tribute to the history of the dining room and includes sketches of some of its more well known denizens. A menu, written out by hand, indicates what selections are being served. If the aromas emanating from the kitchen beyond are any evidence, the food is certain to please. In the back is a smaller room where isolated gatherings can be held. ==============================================================================
You can go: Foyer <NE>, Kitchens <S>, Out to the Courtyard <SE>
Contents: Clift, the Tavernkeeper’s Assistant; Pricelist; and Wolves and Foxes
Haft glances around the tavern as though looking for something. His scan complete, he relaxes and heads over to the table bearing the game and pieces.
Abrielle follows after Haft and joins him at the table.
Saeryn trails a little behind Abrielle, perching on a chair nearby to watch the game.
Megren is close behind him. She watches him tense up and relax with a curious look on her face, and she glances around, too, as if she might see what it is he’s afraid of. She sits down on the chair next to him, feet up off the ground on the chair’s support rods.
Abrielle arranges the pieces on the board. “You ready?”
Megren helps set the pieces. “Which piece do you want?”
Abrielle shrugs. “foxes.”
Haft says, “So as a Wolf myself, Megren, am I allowed to offer you advice?””
Megren asks, “Up to Abrielle. Shall you take Saeryn as your advisor?”
Abrielle looks to Saeryn. “Would you?”
Saeryn’s eyes widen. Again. “I don’t think I would make a very good advisor… Um, but you probably won’t need me.” She looks at Abrielle, expression very much asking ‘right?’
Megren says, “That sounds like a yes, Haft.”
Abrielle shakes her head. “No. I need you like a tree needs water.”
Haft says, “Right. Well, off you go.”
Saeryn doesn’t look comforted, but nods acceptance.
Despite his offer of help, Haft remains quiet during the game, as Megren appears to have things well in hand and Saeryn is not offering advice in her turn.
Saeryn frowns slightly at something, then leans in towards Abrielle and asks her something, attempting to be quiet about it.
Saeryn mumbles “I don’t quite know … … … … you have won in … moves before?”, to Abrielle.
Abrielle mumbles “Could … … I didn’t see …”, to Saeryn.
Saeryn bites her lip, then mumbles something again before sitting back once more.
Saeryn mumbles “… … … wrong… it … matter anyway, … … just fine…”, to Abrielle.
Megren’s lips open in a grin as the board opens up for her to make a winning move.
Abrielle shakes her head in defeat. “Well…good game.”
Haft smiles too. “That’s two wins in favor of the guards.”
Saeryn looks at the game board for a moment longer, chewing her lip in a bit of puzzlement, then smiles towards Megren. “Well done…” she offers, then, towards Abrielle, by you as well.”
Abrielle laughs at Haft. “That is true.”
Megren says, “Thanks for the game.”
Abrielle shakes her head and gets up. “I need to be getting back to Lewis. Thank you Megren. You two need to come over for dinner and Saeryn you just tell me when you want to start planting!”
Saeryn says, “Oh, yes, thank you. Have a good night, Abrielle.”
Abrielle walks out the door.
Abrielle walks towards the Bird and Baby’s courtyard.
Megren nods. “We will see you then.”
Haft rises. “Well, now that the honor of Anvard has been defended, I think I’ll take another turn around the town.”
Saeryn smiles faintly. “It was nice to, um, meet you…” She blinks once, then fades to quiet.
Megren says, “Have a good walk, Haft.”
Haft nods silently and leaves the room.