You can go: Armory <W>, Army Barracks <E>, Off-Duty Mess <N>, Trapdoor
Opening <U>, Inner Ward <D>
You scan the area, checking for any indication of recent activity nearby.You can see that a Daughter of Eve was here, and departed north.
Haft walks into the Off-duty Mess.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= This is the place where off duty soldiers and sailors can relax and eat. There is a small cookfire and hearth and a few tables set up nearby. On one wall is a dart board, and on a small table in the corner there is a chess set. Someone has left a pile of parchment with sketches of his fellow knights on another table. This is a comfortable, casual room. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
You can go: Out to the Northern Stairwell <S>
Contents: Megren and Hearth <LIT>.
You scan the area, checking for any indication of recent activity nearby.No one has passed here, as far as you can tell.
Done.Megren sits curled in the prime chair by the fire, with Tiny in her lap and a mug in her hands, a book open on her knee, looking very much at home.
Haft enters the mess and stops to ladle some beef stew into a bowl before joining Megren at the second-best chair by the fire. His clothes are dry but his hair is still damp, probably from watch on the wall in the sleet.
Haft runs a hand through his hair. “Rugged outdoorsman?” he says hopefully.
Megren says, “That’s what I meant, right.”
Haft chuckles. “Indecent weather. Can’t decide to properly snow.”
Haft says, “Sounds fun.”
Megren says, “Just a whole night of giggles.”
A log on the fire shifts, sending a column of sparks flying upwards.
Haft says, “Yeah, well, with you three I could almost believe that. But wet and cold disagree with most folks.”
Megren nods. She shifts in her chair, setting the book aside, and Tiny complains. “I’ve got an apology to make,” she confesses as Tiny resettles.
Haft asks, “To Tiny?”
Megren wrinkles her nose. “No, you.”
Haft looks lost. “Do you?”
Megren says, “I found you this lovely dwarf-made knife and we were all going to pitch in for it, only, then everything happened, and we left early to bring Prince Cor back, and I forgot.”
Haft says, “Ah.” He considers this. “On the bright side, you didn’t manage to let Cor lose himself along with the Narnian monarchs. Let’s say we’re square.”
Megren says, “Next time I’ll bring you two presents, I promise.”
Haft sits up, looking offended. “Next time?”
Megren asks, “Yes?”
Haft asks, “You’re going again?”
Megren says, “If they’ll let me go help, then yes, soon. If not… well, I expect so, some day.”
Haft says, “Help? You mean His Majesty might send some forces to help stabilize the situation? ”
Megren nods. “I wanted to stay but Sir Darrin said it wasn’t our place and we had to ask.”
Haft takes a deep breath, then nods. “There’s sense in it. How did the Narnians seem? You think there’ll be internal problems?”
Megren tilts her head uncertainly. “Um–” her fingers smooth the fur on Tiny’s back. “I don’t — I’m not sure. I think they need to, to feel taken care of, looked after. I think, I think how would it be if we lost our whole royal family in one swoop? And that’s with having a line of succession, which they don’t.”
Haft says, “Losing Cor was plenty…” He shakes himself. “But even if there are no domestic difficulties, there’s the possibility of outside threats. The northern giants, even piracy along the coast. Calormen…hmm, maybe not them given recent events. But friendly reinforcements could hardly go amiss.”
Megren says, “That’s how I figure it. And anyway, it’s a way of showing they won’t be alone again, the way they were with the winter.”
Haft says, “Yeah.” He takes a spoonful of stew and chews thoughtfully before swallowing. “You think they’ll look here for the next king? Our royal house has ties to the last Narnian line.”
Megren says, “I don’t know.”
Haft says, “Might be an unpleasant wake up for Prince Corin if they do. I’m told he was pretty pleased to return his brother’s birthright.”
Megren says, “I’d be surprised if they wanted that. It would be like making one country out of us.”
Haft says, “Depends how it was drawn up. Would be odd to have Corin reign concurrent with his father, I’ll admit.”
Megren says, “That, too.”You feel hungry.
Haft shrugs, then frowns. “You don’t think anyone in Narnia would view Archenland’s assistance as a way of putting him forward, do you? Like an occupying force rather than neighborly aid?
The fire flickers, casting dancing shadows all over the walls.
Megren says, “I don’t know… I think maybe that was Sir Darrin’s concern. I sort of–” she screws up her mouth and shrugs a shoulder. “Well, anyway. We’ll see what the king says. Only he’d better say soon, or the pass’ll shut.””
Haft nods. “Hadn’t thought of that.”Megren says, “It was right to get Prince Cor home, anyway.”OOC> Megren says, “Do you need to sleep?”
Haft says, “With royals disappearing left, right and center and a country possibly on the edge of chaos? Yes.”Megren squints an eye. “Well — Aslan himself /did/ come and say it was only them and that there was no need for panic or chaos.”
Haft says, “That’s good to know, but I can’t say as I’ve found that the Lion always keeps foolish people from doing foolish, destructive things.”
Megren agrees, “No.” She muses quietly over this for a rather longer moment than might be considered usual for her. “Well,” she finally says. “I suppose I should keep my promise to Sir Chal.”
Haft asks, “What have you promised him?”Megren says, “Sit and figure out what’s next for defense classes now I’m back.”
Haft says, “Exciting. I’ll eat my stew and leave you to it then.”Megren says, “Hope it’s good.”
Haft says, “A surprise in every bite.”