Once Every Ten Years

Inner Ward of Anvard

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You stand in the Inner Ward of Anvard. The ground is hard-packed earth, and it is open to the sky above. Wonderful aromas come wafting out from the Kitchen to the south, near the well. Huge, impressive, intricately carved doors lead to the Great Hall. Staff hurry about, in and out of their quarters, serving the Great Hall and the Council Chamber. A quieter corridor to the northeast leads walking towards their quarters seeing to other business. A guarded gatehouse curtain wall, climbing tothe upper reaches of the castle.

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You can go: Council Chamber <N>, Northeast Hallway <NE>, Inner Gatehouse <E>, Kitchen <S>, Great Hall <SW>, Staff Quarters <W>, Infirmary <NW>, Southern Stairwell <US>, Northern Stairwell <UN>

Dalia walks toward you from the Staff Quarters.

Deonyc comes walking down the open stair on the north side of the inner ward.

Haft sits on a stool, leaning against one wall, whittling on a piece of wood.

Haft looks up. “You been training?”

Deonyc nods, “Well Garian put me on gooing throught the armoury and cleaning the chain mail the past few weeks, thats alot of work, next to the training.”

Haft’s lips twitch. “What did you do to deserve that?”

Deonyc shrugs, “It had to be done, something to do when im not on duty I suppose”

Haft actually smiles. “I seem to recall a similar initiation. Enjoy being the newest recruit.

Deonyc smiles, “Ill be glad once it’s done, How often do the polish the chain mail properly? Or when might I have to clean them again?”

Dalia makes her way into the inner ward.

Haft says, “Once about every ten years.”

Deonyc looks at haft clearly not buying the answer, “You’re kidding.” he states.

Haft says, “Put it this way. If I were serious we’d have lost the battle for Anvard.”

Deonyc looks to Haft, “Well I’ll notice when it’s time again, I’ve heard a rumor about field exercise or is that just Gearn pulling my leg again?”

Haft asks, “Why? Don’t feel like it?”

Deonyc shakes his head, “No, no thats not it, im just curious if we will.”

Haft rolls his shoulders. “Aye, from time to time, though frankly if you’re of a mind to do your best you will engage in exercises of your own when you’re off duty.

Deonyc nods, “Thats easy to do I could ask for a few days of leave and go on a hunting trip in the foothills.”

Haft makes a face as though Deonyc has completely missed the point.

Deonyc looks a bit confused seeing Haft’s expression, “What?” he asks.

Haft says, “Not a holiday. Regular exercise. Almost every day. In the practice room with your sword and building your strength. Runs down to the village or the beach for your stamina.”

Deonyc says, “Well hunting trips on your own on foot aren’t what I would call a holiday.”

Dalia makes her way to the seemstress and after a short time comes out

Haft looks irritated. “You want to take /time off/ from the guard to keep you fit for the guard? I said regular.

Deonyc nods, “Ok alright, regular practice, it’s cold out im sure I can find enough to do

Haft says, “That’s what mufflers are for.”

He pauses, considering. “Course there’s usually tactical maneuvers once winter hits.”

Deonyc sighs, “Well alright, I need to get to the Smithy I asked Aisen to grind my sword down to make it a bit shrper.”

Haft looks taken aback. “How dull was it?”

Deonyc shakes his head, “No not dull i want the edge ground down so i can make the blade sharper, I think the taper was just a bit to thick.”

Haft says, “Well we’ll see what Aisen can make of it then. He’s as good a smith as we can boast near here.”

Deonyc says, “I already brought my sword to him a few days back so I think he might be done by now, it isn’t a doubble sided blade either.”

Haft says, “Well, good luck then.”

Haft goes back to his carving.

Dalia comes out of the seamstress shop sometime later her path taking her close to haft and deonyc

Haft continues working on his carving.

Dalia looks up and waves to Haft and Deonyc

Haft doesn’t notice the gesture, focused on his work.

Dalia draws close curious to see what Haft is working on.

Haft holds a misshapen game piece.

Dalia asks, “What are you carving?”

Haft looks up. “Chess knight…in theory.”

 

Dalia nods. “Do you play chess much?”

Haft says, “A fair amount. Meg can beat me sometimes now. Not often.”

Dalia says, “I’ve never played myself. It often seemed to complicated ”

 

Haft asks, “You know the rules?”

 

Dalia shakes her head, “No. Father tried to descibe it to me once though.”

“Can teach you if you want,” he says, not looking up.

 

Dalia nods, “I’d like that sometime, I ought to go take this to milady.” She gestures to her basket.

Haft nods and continues his project.

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