in which no one does much studying
You stand in a surprisingly long, quiet room that runs the length of this side
of Cair Paravel’s west wing. The room is narrow in shape, and thus appears to
be more of a long, unusually wide corridor. Someone has constructed a series
of shelves along the north wall, under tiny windows that let in only enough
light to see by. Torchwicks line the south wall that can be lit for
additional illumination, and under them sit several wooden tables and
The floors are bare, so your footfalls send hollow-sounding echoes through the
marble walls. There are archways at the southeast and west ends of the room —
the west archway leading into the northwest tower, and the southeast archway
leading into the common gallery.
You can go: Common Gallery <SE>, Northwest Tower <W>
Haft sits at a bench, an illuminated book open in front of him, a quill in his hand as he transcribes onto parchment.
Chlamash enters the room quietly, making his way to one of the many shelves of books. At first, he doesn’t notice Haft, merely glancing down at the guard’s reading material as he passes.
Haft looks up, recognizes Chlamash, then makes a small bow. “Tarkaan Chlamash”.
Chlamash makes a smililar bow. “If one desires knowlage, this is indeed the place to look.”
Haft cocks his head. “You desire knowledge?”
Chlamash pauses, “Does not every man desire knowledge?”
Haft shrugs. “I doubt it. Some folks just want to keep their kids fed and warm. Safe.”
Chlamash nods, “Then knowlage of their wellbeing. knowlage of sureity of a future for their children. He glances at the book, “You have interest in swordplay?”
“I’m a guard,” Haft says flatly. “I put my life between others and danger. That means knowing what I’m doing.”
Chlamash says, “And so should a soldier, making every attempt to be capable when called upon by his lord.” He nods to Haft, and makes his way to the history section, taking down a tome of Narnia’s history.”
Haft turns and resumes his copying.
Chlamash makes a few notes in a small book with blank pages, before turning to a specific page and continuing reading. Chlamash makes a few notes as he reads.
Avery sweeps into the library, two books tucked under one arm while she reads from a third book. She manages to make her way to a table without looking, but as she goes to put the two books on the table, she misses entirely and they fall to the floor with a heavy thud.
Haft jumps at the sound, then jumps up entirely as he sees what has caused the noise, and heads over to help.
Chlamash glances up from his notes and the volume on Narnian History, rising but not heading towards Lady Avery and Haft. “Good Afternoon, Lady Avery.”
Avery holds up her hand to Haft. “I’ve got it. You do so much already, I don’t need you cleaning up after my clumsiness too. But I thank you just the same.” She squats down to retrieve the books, then places them in a neat pile on the table. “There. All is well.” She smiles. “Afternoon, Haft, Tarkaan.”
Haft bows. “Lady Avery.”
Chlamash bows to Avery as well, a deeper bow more eloquant than previously to Haft.
Avery glances toward Chlamash before looking at Haft’s reading spot. She takes a few steps in that direction, still holding the book she had been reading. “I’m surprised my brother is not here. I quite expected him to be…”
You say, “I’m sure one of the castle pages would be willing to find him on your behalf, my lady.”
Avery waves her hand. “I have no need of him. I just thought it would be nice to talk to him for a bit. He’s been so busy recently…”
Avery looks down at the book, raising her voice a bit to speak to both of them now. “Oh, yes. I’ve been reading about Madderholt. Lieutenant Bracken has gone home to visit his family and friends. He’s promised to tell me more about it upon his return, but until then…” She taps the book. “This will do.”
You ask, “Who is Lieutenant Bracken?”
Chlamash nods, “An excellent choice. I admire Lieutenant Bracken, a good soldier, though not unkinded to an ememy in need. Both he and Lord Peridan, have been making known to me the history of this land.”
Avery looks up at Haft. “He is Lord Peridan’s aide. You’ll have to meet him when he returns. He has a lovely little workshop as well with so many trinkets that he’s made.”
You ask, “A Dwarf?”
Avery nods. “Yes, a Dwarf.”
You say, “I look forward to the encounter.”
Avery says, “I think you two would get along very well.”
Avery reads a few sentences in silence and then closes the book. “I think I will find my brother and join him for tea.”
Haft looks as though he is ready to finish his reading as well, ordering his notes and re shelving the book he’s been working from.
Chlamash stands as well, bowing again to Lady Avery and then to Haft. “A pleasant day to you.”
Avery stands and puts her books back. “And to you, Tarkaan Chlamash,” she quietly says, cutsying.
Haft bows as well.
Avery nods to Haft before leaving the library.
Haft follows Avery out.