State of the Relationship

In which Haft and Lanisen reaffirm the tension between them in six poses

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

Haft walks through the ward from the inner gatehouse, heading in the direction of the blacksmith’s.

Lanisen leaves the kennel at dusk, shutting and latching the door securely behind him. He pauses a moment to look through the window, then nods and turns toward the stable, dusting dog-fur off his shirt absently. His path runs near to Haft’s.

Haft isn’t really looking at the people around him. He continues on his predetermined course.

Lanisen’s attention is primarily on the gate and the last few merchants filing out. He glances at Haft as he comes nearer, but takes a moment to recognize him, tricky as the light is. He draws up quickly and takes a hasty step away when he does.

The sudden movement catches Haft’s eye and he turns to see who it is. Upon finding himself face to face with Lanisen, he hesitates a moment before simply offering a polite nod and turning to continue on his way.You feel a little hungry.You feel a little hungry.You feel a little hungry.

Lanisen’s face is startled and wary, but he looks quickly away from Haft, avoiding his eyes. He watches from his peripheral vision until Haft is well away, then makes his way hastily into the stable.

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