In which Haft is sent to bed
You stand in the heart of Andale where most of the folk who support Anvard
live. Young children play here on nice days, skipping rope, or shooting
marbles, and older ones can be seen reading scrolls. Adults hurry through on
their way from home to where their business takes them. A well with a stone
wall sits on the western edge of the road.
The road here widens and splits to run toward the shops to the east, North
Andale to the north and the Crossroad to the south. Short paths lead to the two
settlements here; Het Noorden to the northwest, and Zuiden to the southeast.
You can go: Het Noorden , North Andale , East Andale , Andale
Crossroad , Zuiden
Contents: A daughter of eve of rather short stature (Vinri); A daughter of eve
with mid-back length hair (Dalia); A son of adam who walks with a limp
(Lanisen); A son of adam with a scar running over his left eye and cheek
(Garian); and Andale Well.
You scan the area, checking for any indication of recent activity nearby.No one has passed here, as far as you can tell.
Garian says with a faintly terse smile, “One of the many daily complaints, ma’am.” He nods to Lanisen, “Good to see you back Lanisen.”
Lanisen pauses, turning toward the sound of his name. “Evening, Dalia,” he says, grinning faintly. “Captain Garian, Miss.” He dips his head toward them.
Garian nods and offers Lanisen a smile.
Vinri smiles again from her perch on the well. “Evening!”
Haft walks slowly through the town, bleary-eyed and stopping every few steps to cough. His eyes are more on the road than the people in it.
Dalia makes her way over to Lanisen, “I did not know you were back.” She seems a bit surprised and glad. “Did you have a pleasant journey?”
Lanisen says, “Oh, er. We only got in last night. It was pleasant enough, I suppose. Hope everything’s been well here?”
Vinri hears the coughing in a brief lull of sound and looks that way. For a moment her smile slips to an expression of dawning horror and she glances at her gloved hands. It’s quickly replaced with normal cheer as she focuses on the conversation, rubbing her palms together absently. “Journey? Where were you traveling?”
Garian frowns at the sound of coughing and looks over to see Haft coming up the way. He falls quiet, and glances at the group conversing.
Haft continues on his way, passing the group without noticing who comprises it.
Dalia nods, “Yes, I believe so. Nothing too exciting.”
Garian clears his throat and says, “Guardsman, are you sure it is wise to be out and about when you should be resting? You look as though tea and sleep would suit you more than duty at the moment.”
Haft turns as he realizes he is being addressed. “Yes, sir. I agree. It’s only that I wanted to take word to–” He cuts off, realizing just how many ears are likely to catch the conversation. His eyes flicker to Lanisen in particular, and he lowers his voice.”
You mumble “I wanted to tell her that no records of exile were found. She shouldn’t have to worry just because I’m sick.”, to Garian.
Haft mumbles “I wanted to … her that no … … … were found. … She … have to worry just because … sick.”, to Garian.
Garian ahs and says, “I should think a note would suffice–with the understanding of your condition.”
Lanisen flushes and lowers his head, looking away from Haft. “Beg your pardon,” he says toward Dalia and Vinri. “I was just headin’ back to the castle, I oughta get, Danall’s waitin’ on me.”
It plainly doesn’t occur to Haft to argue with his superior officer. He nods. “I’ll go back to the castle and send one, sir.”
Garian gives a small nod to Haft. He looks to Lanisen and smiles, “I’m sure the hounds have missed you greatly. You do an excellent job with them, Lanisen.”
Vinri tips her head at Lanisen’s actions, glancing between Haft, Garian, and the younger man. She lifts a hand. “Have a good evening, then.”
Dalia nods politely to Lanisen, casting a questioning glance at Haft at Lanisen’s response. but doesn’t attempt to stay him. “I…I’m glad you’re back…I mean, back safe. Carmichael’s a long ways away.”
Haft turns and starts making his way back toward Anvard.
Lanisen says, in a slightly confused, general sort of way, “Er, th-thank you, um. Good evening.” He dips his head toward them all and turns back toward the castle, only to find that Haft is going that direction too.
Garian nods, “Good evening Lanisen.”
Vinri watches this unfold with a bemused expression.
Dalia glances at the sky, then at Vinri and the Captain, “I’m sorry. I should be heading back as well. I do not wish to keep Milady waiting.” She nods at Vinri, and more respectfully at the captain. “If you’ll excuse me..”
You walk toward the crossroad.
At the Fork
The path divides here, one fork curving west toward Anvard and the other
continuing to the northeast toward Andale. The trees are very thick here, with
dense patches of thorny briar filling in the gaps between trunks, and it is
impossible to see very far down the road in any direction. Sweet raspberries
can be found in the thickets on either side of the path in summertime, and the
forest is noisy with wildlife.
You can go: Toward the Town , Toward the Castle , Forest Path
Haft trudges up the road, battling his cough.
Lanisen hangs back, trying to play it casual.
Haft continues on, not noticing his reluctant shadow.
You stand in the Outer Gatehouse of Anvard. Its sturdy, iron-bound wooden gates
loom to the east. Another pair stands open to the west. Within, you can see
the busy Outer Ward, full of people coming and going from Anvard’s open air
Across the ward you see the inner gatehouse, Anvard’s second line of defense.
To the east you can see the road leading away from the castle.
You can go: Outside , Outer Ward
Haft pauses in the gatehouse to write a note.
Lanisen stops, hanging back and turning slightly away, as if he just
happens to be standing there, outside the gates, as you do. He waits for Haft to finish up and move on.
Haft finishes his brief note, then folds it and hands it to a fellow guard. “Would you have this delivered
to a woman named Abrielle at the Narrow Gate as soon as may be?”
The other guard receives the message with a nod and an admonition to get some rest.
Dalia comes walking toward you from the Outer Gatehouse.
Garian returns to the castle a short while later.
Lanisen shifts unhappily, stranded.
Dalia walks west toward the inner gatehouse.
Haft thanks him and then, after a fit of coughing, continues on his way toward the barracks.