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: Andale Well.
Sehsis comes walking down the lane from East Andale.
Nasrin comes walking down the lane from East Andale.
Nasrin arrives, following Sehsis.
Haft leans against the well, eyes fixed in the direction of Zuiden. He appears thoughtful.
Sehsis walks into the square accompanied by Nasrin, they seem mid conversation, “-But then I really don’t think they were in the right there at all..”
Nasrin strolls in after him, nodding along to his tale. “It only goes to show some customers know little.”
Haft pulls his gaze away and scans the townsfolk automatically. He stops in surprise at the sight of Sehsis accompanied by a young woman.
Sehsis spots haft, but doesn’t say anything to him, instead he answers Nasrin, “Of course but you just have to be polite even so, it’s tiring”
Haft leans back against the well, crossing his arms over his chest.
Nasrin says to Sehsis, “I would get fed up of that very quickly…” She looks on around, making eye contact with Haft for a second.
Haft frowns slightly at the girl.
Sehsis says, “Sometimes I do”
Nasrin blinks and draws her eyes away from the guardsman, shaking her head. “And do you lose your temper?”
Sehsis shakes his head, “Not unless they’re very rude”
Nasrin cocks her head to the side inquisitively. “Who’s the rudest you’ve ever met?”
Sehsis glances toward Haft for a brief fraction of a second, “Hm, that’s a tough one”
Haft catches this last echange. “No doubt,” he mutters.
Nasrin turns over to Haft, her eyes curious. “No doubt what?”
Haft says, “Nothing.” He glances over her garb and directs a question to Sehsis. “Your daughter?””
Sehsis looks utterly taken aback, “Do I look old enough to be her father? No she’s my niece”
Haft narrows his eyes. “I’m sure I couldn’t say.”
Nasrin has a small amused smirk, nudging Sehsis. “It’s either a testament to me looking young, or you looking old!”
Haft agrees. “Must be that.”
Sehsis just glowers.
Nasrin says, “I suppose it’s all in the beard.”
Haft scowls. “Are you saying that beards make men look old?”
Sehsis just folds his arms, clearly unimpressed by her comments.
Nasrin says, “I didn’t say anything about /yours/, just my uncle’s! Plenty of men can have nice youthful styles, like yours.” She smiles.
Sehsis frowns, words will be had later. Stern words.
Haft’s lips twitch at Sehsis’ reaction. “And what’s your name then?” he asks.
Nasrin asks, “I’m Nasrin, pleased to meet you. Who might you be?”
Haft says, “Haft. Guardsman at Anvard.”
Nasrin nods. “I take it you’re not on duty then, or…?”
Haft says, “No. We occasionally have duty in the township, but usually not. Of course if there were an incident in the town, any guardsman present would step up.”
Haft glances at Sehsis.
Nasrin follows Haft’s gaze as he glances on over at Sehsis. “…My uncle doesn’t get himself into bother like that, does he?”
Sehsis says, “I certainly do not.”
Haft says, “I was just recalling our first meeting.”
Sehsis says in a tone full of sarcasm, “Ah. Forgive me for existing, I forgot that merely being is a crime”
Nasrin raises an eyebrow. “Wait, what happened?”
Haft says, “An incident. Though I suppose the cause there of is open to interpretation.”
Nasrin asks, “What’s your interpretation of it all then?”
Haft glances at Sehsis. “I think I’ll let your uncle relay what he chooses.”
Nasrin pouts. “Hey, it’s no good if I can’t hear both sides of the story.”
Haft raise a brow and looks to Sehsis.
Sehsis does not seem to be about to speak.
Nasrin asks, “… No-one?”
Sehsis shakes his head, “I am not discussing this”
Nasrin has a rather disappointed grimace. “Well, that was an interesting story.”
Haft says, “I’m sure certain people thought so.”
Sehsis frowns again. He really doesn’t like this topic, not one bit.
Nasrin pouts, glancing between the two.
Haft asks, “So what brings you back to Andale, and with family?”
Sehsis simply says, “Business.”
Haft eyes the girl doubtfully. “Business.”
Nasrin has a bright smile on her face.
Sehsis shifts, clearly uncomfortable in Haft’s presense, “I will be going” To Nasrin he says, “Are you coming or?”
Nasrin shakes her head. “I can make my own way back.”
Sehsis hesitates then nods, “Very well, I shall see you later then” and with that he leaves
Haft looks after Sehsis, then turns to Nasrin.”He’s just going to leave you in an unfamiliar town?”
Nasrin shakes her head. “I’ve been shown around the past few days. Slowly but surely getting used to things.”
Haft asks, “Why has your uncle brought you here?”
Nasrin says, “My parents said it’d be good for me to experience other countries, and here I am.”
Haft asks, “Why does everyone I meet want to see other countries?”
Nasrin tilts her head to the side. “Is that common?”
Haft says, “Seems to be. Doesn’t anyone feel satisfied where they are?”
Nasrin says, “I felt rather satisfied back at home, yes. ”
Haft asks, “So they sent you…why? We’re you causing trouble at home?”
Nasrin says, “What? No! Of course not.” She shakes her head. “Like I say, to become more worldly!”
Haft asks, “What does that mean?”
Nasrin says, “It’s a very different country up north from what I’m used to back home, so there’s all sorts of little… quirks, differences. My uncle talked about them before once or twice, but now I can really experience them.”
Haft snorts. “I can just imagine what your uncle says about our ‘quirks’.
Nasrin says, “It’s nothing /too/ bad. But I’ll let him relay his thoughts to you rather than say it myself.” She smiles.
Haft mumbles “There’s a conversation that’s likely to be pleasant.”, to Haft.
Haft mumbles “There’s a conversation that’s likely to be …”, to Haft.
Nasrin tilts her head, that curious look upon her face again. “Hm?”
You ask, “Nothing. I trust you’ll stay out of trouble while you’re here?”
Nasrin says, “I certainly hope so.”
You ask, “Glad to hear it. Where are you headed now?”
Nasrin says, “I’m sure you have more than enough on your plate as it is without me adding to your troubles!” She beams, before looking on around. “I was thinking of heading to the market.”
Haft asks, “I’m sure all the guard do. Oh? And what are you looking for?”
Nasrin asks, “Nothing in particular, if I’m honest. But a little browse can’t hurt, can it?”
Haft says, “Depends on the person doing the browsing, I suppose.” He glances back toward Zuiden. “Off with you then.””
Nasrin says, “I’ll see you later then. Have a marvellous day!” With one last friendly smile, she makes to walk off.
Haft sighs and turns back toward the castle. “Right.”