-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 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. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
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>
Lanisen is being interrogated by Nathen and doesn’t look like he likes it much. He rubs his elbow and frowns a little uncertainly. “Um…”
Haft is on walking patrol, but his walking has slowed noticeably in order for him to listen in on Nathen and Lanisen.
Nathen is interrogating Lanisen and enjoying himself very much.
Dalia comes wandering out of the inner ward, a basket on her arm and humming a cheerful tune. She sees Lanisen and calls a greeting to him as she makes her way towards him and his companion.
Lanisen’s attention is split between Nathen and Dalia. He takes another step backward, ducking his head to Dalia as she approaches.
Dalia says, “I have an approximate knowledge of things…”
Dalia says, “Good day, Lanisen. Master Nathan.” She glances from Lanisen to Nathan and back, attempting to take in the situation.”
Nathen inclines his head to young woman with mid-back length hair in greeing. “Salutations Diana. How are your studies progressing?”
Dalia seems taken a bit aback by the misprounciation of her name. “Studies, Sir?”
Nathen raises a snowy white brow at the young woman. “Ah. Playing hooky are we? I really shouldn’t be surprised I suppose.” Shifts his gaze back to Lanisen. “Am I inturrupting you two?”
Lanisen looks baffled. He shakes his head mutely.
Dalia laughs a little, “Pardon me, Master librarian. You Must have confused me, with someone else. I’m /Dal-lia/ Lady Astera’s Maid.” She replies emphasizing her name so it can be heard clearly.
Megren comes traipsing down the north stairs, a cloth bag slung over one shoulder.
You see a tall man with receding salt and pepper hair. Piercing hazel eyes peer out from under his bushy snow white brows and down a large aquiline nose. He is clean shaven and immaculately groomed. His lean frame elegantly dressed in doublet and hose of the finest materials. Though the colors are tastefully neutral. A ring of carved white wood encircles the ring finger of his left hand.
Carrying: A sack of flour; A sack of flour; Fine Blue Wool Tunic <WORN>; Fine
Charcoal Wool Hose <WORN>; Pair of Boots <WORN>; and Velvet Purse.
Nathen gives a long suffering sigh. “Why must young people mumble.” Perking up he favors Dalia with a thin smile. “What can I do for you Dal-lia?”
Haft catches sight of Megren and steps her way.
Dalia fights a smile, “Nothing at the moment, I’m afraid. I’d hoped to speak to Lanisen, though I don’t wish to interrupt.”
Megren lifts her brows at Haft as he nears her.
Haft steps in to speak to her privately.
Lanisen straightens a little at this, alert.
Haft mumbles “You been around Nathen much lately?”, to Megren.
Haft mumbles “… … … Nathen … lately?”, to Megren.
Nathen turns his gaze to peer down at Lanisen again. “Well we can’t keep a lady wating young man. It’s poor manners. So out with it already.”
Megren lifts a shoulder and pats her bag.
Megren mumbles “No more than usual. Was just bringing a book back. Why?”, to Haft.
Megren mumbles “… more than usual. Was … bringing … book back. Why?”, to Haft.
Lanisen asks, “Sorry?”
Haft mumbles “He’s got it into his head that Lanisen’s name is ‘Gani’ and he’s some sort of spy or criminal. Now he’s gotten Dalia wrong too. I’m thinking he might need to see Adrian, but if I go over there Lanisen might jump out of his skin. Think you might, uh, investigate a bit?”, to Megren.
Haft mumbles “… … … … his head that Lanisen’s … … ‘Gani’ and … some sort of spy … … … Now he’s gotten Dalia … … … I’m … … might … … see … … … … … … there Lanisen might … … … his … … Think you … … investigate … bit?”, to Megren.
Nathen places his hand to rest in the middle of his back. As his left still carried the sacks of flour. “Why. did. you. come. to. my. Library?” He says slowly and articulating every word carefully.
Lanisen quails a little and shakes his head slightly. “I– sorry, I told you already, sir. I didn’t mean any, any mischief.”
Megren squints an eye. and replies quietly before triding over to talk to the others.
Megren mumbles “Suspect he’s just especially grumpy for some reason, but sure, of course.”, to Haft.
Megren mumbles “… he’s … … … … … … but sure, … course.”, to Haft.
Dalia brows begin to towards a frown and moves to take a step closer to Lanisen “It was my understanding that the Castle Library was open to all who work in the Castle, Master Nathan.
Nathen closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose in pained way. “Yes my dear it is. Lanisen came looking for a cool place and good story. But he left with finding neither correct? In doing so I have failed in my duty to his majesty and to you. Agreed?” He asked opening his eyes to regard the young man.
Lanisen looks lost. His lips move to form some word starting with a W, but he doesn’t say anything.
Dalia wafts it in Nathen’s direction.
Megren comes up near Lanisen’s side from behind, her hand lightly touching his elbow to warn him of her new presence. “Afternoon, everyone. Nathen, have you got a new occupation delivering to the kitchens you never told me about? Shame.”
Nathen looks up to give Megren an amused smile. “I strive to expand my horizons my dear. As any Scholar should.”
Lanisen startles and steps to the side, glancing quickly toward Megren. His shoulders relax and he looks down briefly.
Haft, content that the matter is in capable hands, continues his circuit of the ward.
Megren says, “Well, food is certainly a good direction in which to expand them.”