Malicious Intent

In which Abrielle talks to Haft and Garian

Outer Ward

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You stand in the busy outer ward of Castle Anvard, full of people seeing to the needs of king and kingdom. There are market stalls along the outer wall, bustling with merchants and shoppers. Grooms work in the stables, tending to the horses there, and you hear the occasional bark of a dog from the kennels. The sounds of hammer hitting iron rings out from the blacksmith shop. There are stairs leading to the gate towers on the northern and southern corners of the outer curtain. To the east is the outer gatehouse, and the road leading into the realm of Archenland, and to the west another gate, leading to the inner gatehouse, the inner ward, and the main keep of Anvard. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

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You can go: Kennels <N>, Northern Market <NE>, Outer Gatehouse <E>, Southern Market <SE>, Stables <S>, Blacksmith <SW>, Inner Gatehouse <W>, South Stair <US>, North Stair <UN>

Contents: A daughter of eve with a red streak in her brown hair (Abrielle) and

A son of adam with a scar running over his left eye and cheek (Garian).

 

Haft heads out of the North Tower and into the Outer Ward in his uniform.

Abrielle nods and returns the smile. “Still…I have never been more scared in allmy life.”

Garian says kindly, “Well, I hope that is the worst fear you shall ever face. I am glad that it turned out for the better.”

Abrielle laughs. “Me too!”

Haft scans the ward, surprised to see Abrielle speaking to the captain.  He approaches the two.  “Good day, sir.  Abrielle.  Is everything all right?”

Garian smiles and nods to Haft, “Indeed Guardsman, I was merely informing Miss Abrielle of the very grave danger she was in when picking a perch.” He gestures to the barrel, which has some damage around the base not visible at first inspection.

Haft looks at the barrel.  “Perilous indeed.”

Abrielle smiles at Haft. “It was very kind of him.”

Garian grunts and says, “Merely doing my duty. Often times folk think protecting means from the big, scary things in life–and not the little, more… trying ones such as this barrel.”

Garian says, “If I can save one person a trip to the healers I feel it is a job well done.”

Haft says, “Well, it’s still heroic, sir. Clearly the barrel had malicious intent.”

Abrielle peers at the barrel. “Of course! What else would it’s current state be intending?”

Garian falls quiet, listening. His eyes twinkle, however, and the corners of his mouth tug in amusement.

Haft says, “You know, though, I think you’re doing Kairyn a discourtesy, sir.”

Garian quirks an eyebrow, “By allowing the woman to have a moment of rest? Yes. It’s a terrible discourtesy. It isn’t as if the woman and Adrian have enough on their plates, servicing both here and the town.”

Haft says, “You’d never know it by how eager she was to pour tea down me.”

Abrielle gives Haft the once over . “Are you feeling better?”

Haft nods.  “Yeah.  Cough’s not quite gone, but I’m not tired anymore, and I can breathe properly again.

Garian gives an approving nod.

Abrielle smiles. “Good. I was worried when I got your letter.”

“Well I was heading into town to talk to you, but someone turned me back,” he says, glancing at Garian amiably.

Garian’s lips twitch faintly, “Indeed. His coughs were like a midsummer stor,–nearly shook his frame too. I thought it’d be best for all parties if he had more rest.”

Abrielle nods to the Captain. “Of course. I could not agree more. I am glad you are better.

Haft says, “Thank you.”

Garian nods, “As am I. Make sure to send Kairyn a nice thank you note for her recommendations.”

Haft says, “Sure.”

Abrielle nods. “The Captain was also reassuring me about my situation with my parents.”

Haft turns to Garian.  “Oh yes?”

Garian nods to this.

Abrielle looks to Haft. “I just wanted to hear it straight from the source…so I can stop hiding.”

Haft smiles.  “I’m glad to hear it.”

Garian says, “I do hope you will feel more comfortable now, visiting.”

Abrielle nods, smiling. “I will…there is still a lot to be done but the worrying can stop.”

Haft asks, “How is your uncle doing?”

Garian say, “If you two will excuse me, I should see to some other matters before it gets too much later. It was good to meet you Miss Abrielle.–Guardsman, good to see you’re feeling better.”

Haft says, “Yes, sir.  I can only talk a moment more myself, Abrielle.  Perth is expecting me on duty.”

Garian nods to them and heads up the stairs and into the castle.

Abrielle nods and watches Garian up the stairs. “He was friendly…” To Haft’s question she frowns. “I think I have decided to leave him actually.”

Haft says, “Yes, he is.”  He frowns.  “Have you?””

Abrielle nods. “I think so. I just need some space.”

Haft hesitates. “What does Lewis need?”

Abrielle sighs but doesn’t answer.

Haft shakes his head.  “I’m sorry.  I really do have to go.  But he’s unwell.  If he can’t be left alone, someone needs to be found who will look after him.  Can we…talk some more later?”

Abrielle nods. “Yes…I–Yes. Later. Good-bye.”

Haft says, “Until later,” then strides toward the outer gatehouse.

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