Astray

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 stands on duty by the gate with Deonyc.

Sehsis wanders among the stalls, not really paying too much attention, just killing time.

Nessa walks up to Half “Good morning. Sorry I was so quick to judge you a few days ago

Haft raises his brows in surprise at Nessa’s approach. “Pardon?”

Nessa says, “Dalia explained that you are normally a very nice person, and not just because Dalia thinks that everyone is a nice person, and that I just so happened to meet you at an inconvenient time. I am sorry that I yelled at you. Though I do maintain that Dalia is as fine as any lady.”

Sehsis doesn’t really seem to notice Haft et al as he approaches.

Deonyc glances at the woman and then haft before turning back to his bow wich he is carefully polishing with a small cloth.

Haft doesn’t seem to know how to take this statement. He glances at Deonyc, but seems to think he’ll find no help there. “Ah, it’s behind us then. Thank you,” he says stiffly.

Nessa says, “Good, because I’d rather it not be akward every time I have to get past you to visit.”

She looks at his fellow guard. “Hello, my name is Nessa. My sister livese in the castle so I’ll probably be seeing you more”

Sehsis now notices the guards, he pointedly ignores Haft and instead offers a greeting to Deonyc

Deonyc looks up from his bow and looks back and forth between sehsis and nessa before regaining his composure, “Oh hello, im Deonyc, nice meeting you Nessa.” He nods politley in greeting to Sehsis, and greets with a friendly, “Good Day.”

Haft says, “She’s Dalia’s sister.”

Nessa says, “It’s nice to meet you as well.”

She nods in agreement with Haft. “Yes, I moved here this week and I was going to let her know that I’m setting up my stall here so she can visit it”

Haft says, “We’ll…be seeing a lot of you then.”

Nessa says, “Yes. I was hoping to speak to the seamstress sometime as well about becoming a supplyer for the castle”

Sehsis pulls a candied fig from his pouch and eats it.

Haft asks, “What’s your line?”

Nessa says, “My line? Heavy wool mostly, I do a lot of patterend fabric.”

Haft asks, “You weave?”

Nessa says, “Yes, I weave. I made the cape I’m wearing, and that one that Dalia was holding when you bumped into her”

Deonyc looks to Nessa, “Im sure that the Armourers could use heavy wool as padding and such, you need that even if you are only wearing chain.”

Sehsis walks eastward toward the gatehouse.

Nessa says, “Thank you, I’ll be sure to talk to them about it. Any work is good right now”

Madeline is currently 27 minutes idle and may not get back to you soon.

Haft eyes the cloak. “It’s nicely done.

Nessa smiles and turns a little to show the fabric “It’s one of the first paterns I designed myselfDeonyc looks over the desing and nods in approval, “If I wouldn’t already have a good cloak id even consider getting one like that.”

Nessa says, “And I would try to sell you one, but I know the value of using what you have for as long as you can”

Deonyc turns to haft, “You want to get a bite to eat, I can check wich of the vendors are around.”

Haft frowns. “I’m still on duty.”

Deonyc nods, “Me too I was thinking i could run off quick and get something to eat here, or we could get one of the kids around here to go?”

Nessa exclaims, “It was nice meeting you gentlemen, but I need to go and get to my work. Have a good day!”

Nessa walks eastward toward the gatehouse.

Haft says, “Or you could ignore your stomach, stop fiddling with that bow and do what you’re paid for.”

Deonyc turns to haft, “They pay me to fiddle with my bow.”

Sehsis comes walking toward you from the Outer Gatehouse.

Haft sighs. “Do you see me sharpening my sword on duty?”

Deonyc shrugs, “Then again sharpening a sword requires concentration, polishing a bow not so much.”

Sehsis walks into the ward, taking a look around as though looking for something.

Haft mutters something under his breath.

Haft mumbles “It’s fine if you’re confident you can walk and think at the same time.”, to Haft.

Haft mumbles “It’s … … … confident you … … … … … the same …”, to Haft.

Deonyc shrugs, and puts away the cloth and straps the bow on the quiver, “Soo that’s Dalia’s sister.”

Sehsis spots the guards and walks over to them, after briefly glancing over at Haft he instead speaks to Deonyc, “Deonyc, Good day… By any chance have you seen Nasrin anywhere”

Haft says, “That’s right.”

He turns to Sehsis. “No.”

Deonyc says, “No, sorry I haven’t seen her anywhere in the market today.”

Sehsis pointedly ignores Haft, instead he keeps speaking to Deonyc, “Ah how irritating. This is getting beyond absurd”

Haft asks, “Misplaced her?”

Sehsis says, “Misplaced? You have a strange way of thinking.”

Deonyc says, “I’m sorry nothing much I can help you with at the moment.”

Sehsis says, “Ah, well. Never mind.”

Haft asks, “Do I? She’s either lost, stolen, or strayed, isn’t she?”

Deonyc nods, “Good luck finding her then, ill pass on that your looking for her if I see her.”

Sehsis says, “Thank you, that would be appreciated”

Haft says, “Not that knowing a guardian was looking has ever encouraged any young lady to hasten homeward.”

Sehsis says with a shrug, “Oh yes, I’m sure you know all about the habits of young ladies.”

Haft crosses his arms and looks smug. “I largely raised my little sister.”

Sehsis says dryly, “Congratulations”

Haft smiles tightly. “We both survived.”

Sehsis says in that same monotone, “By the gods, i am impressed, truly you have accomplished a great feat; survival, however did you manage it”

Deonyc goes and checks a wagon with goods before letting it pass.

Haft frowns. “Perfectly well, to be frank. She has a responsible husband and three fine children.”

Sehsis says, “I’m sure you had -so much- to do with that.”

Haft narrows his eyes. “I made sure she had a husband worthy of her. I’m sure to hear Jorgen tell it, winning my approval was no mean feat.

Haft asks, “Where are you staying, if she’s found?”

Sehsis asks, “Hm?”

Haft says, “I suppose you want her to run along to your lodgings, but if something has happened we’d need to know where you’re staying in order to inform you.”

Sehsis says, “I just need to tell her some important information.”

Haft says, “I meant if something has happened to /her./”

Sehsis says, “No. Nothing. I just cannot find it.”

Haft looks exasperated. “Find what?”

Haft asks, “Amd she’s been missing how long?”

Sehsis says, “She’s not missing, she’s doing this deliberately.”

Haft’s brows lift into his hairline, then retract. He seems to be having difficulty keeping his mouth in a straight line.

Sehsis stares impassively. His default expression when trying not to show any expression.

Haft says, “Imagine that.”

Sehsis says, “Hm.”

Haft asks, “You, uh, getting ready to head back to Calormen or something?”

Sehsis says, “Yes.”

Haft asks, “And…she doesn’t want to go?”

Sehsis shrugs.

Haft asks, “Well, this should be interesting. What would she do if she stays?”

Sehsis says, “That will not happen.”

Haft looks doubtful. “How many girls of your own do you have?

Sehsis says, “None.”

Haft says, “Yeah, as I was saying. Interesting.”

Sehsis asks, “How so?”

Haft says, “Young women can be fairly strong-willed when they know their minds.”

Haft says, “And downright irritating.”

Sehsis gives a brief grimace, it’s over quickly and he just says, “Really now.”

Haft says, “I imagine you’ll find out for yourself. If you find her.”

Deonyc turns to the two, “Soo how long has nasrin been missing?

Sehsis says, “She’s not missing. I just don’t know where she is.”

Deonyc asks, “Thats the same thing, how long has she been away then?”

Haft smirks. “No, you’re missing a subtle distinction, Deonyc.”

Haft says, “She’s not missing. She’s hiding.”

Deonyc shrugs, alright, “How long has she been hiding then?”

Sehsis says, “Midday”

Deonyc says, “So not all that long really, what is the worry then.”

Sehsis says slowly, “There is no worry, I just need to impart important information”

Haft scans the crowd.

Nasrin comes walking toward you from the Outer Gatehouse.

Nasrin wanders amongst the crowd, dressed in a fairly low-key and dark red dress for the day. She weaves in and out of the townspeople, before stopping to buy herself a quick sandwich. No sooner than that is she off again, strolling along.

Haft’s eye twitches slightly as he looks over the crowd, but if he sees anything unusual he makes no comment.

Sehsis looks around too, possibly to avoid being drawn into more conversation with haft or possibly to continue his search. As he looks over at a sandwich stall he catches a glimpse of red vanish into the crowd!

Deonyc glances at the two and then also looks around, but doesn’t catch anything unusual, he isn’t looking very hard either.

Nasrin munches on her sandwhich, taking in the beautiful day as she unknowingly nears the trio.

Sehsis now is sure that it’s her and walks over, “Nasrin.”

Haft follows with his eyes and presses his lips together.

Nasrin says, “tugs a hair-covering around her head a little tighter, before speaking. “Oh, hello there, young man.”

Deonyc turns to haft, “Why do you think Nas is “hiding” away?”

Nasrin exclaims, “Oh, you must be mistaken my good sir – why, I’m Nasira!”

Haft says, “Do you have wool between your ears? He said so. Besides…”

He nods in the direction of Nasrin and Sehsis.”

Sehsis says, “That… That is the worst attempt at hiding your name I have ever heard. Ever.”

Deonyc smiles as he watches the scene unfold.

Nasrin gives Sehsis a bemused smile indeed from under her hair-covering. “I’m sorry, sir? Why would I try and hide my name…?”

Sehsis sighs, “Nasrin enough of this”

Nasrin cants her head to the side. “Enough of what?”

Sehsis says in a sterner voice, “Nasrin enough. I need to tell you that at the end of this week we’re returning to Calormen”

Nasrin hands her sandwich to Sehsis as he speaks, and promptly speeds off.

Sehsis finds himself with a sandwich in his hand. He blinks in bemusement, “What..? Nasrin!”

He would try and persue her through the crowd

Haft frowns. “This could get unpleasant.”

Nasrin dashes, trying to blend within the crowd!

Deonyc looks to haft unsure what to do, and decides to just stand and straigten up at his post.

Sehsis tries to follow her, “Nasrin you can’t just run! You have to go back eventually”

Nasrin does run however, stopping only to avoid crashing into an cart in her way. She tries to sidestep around it, but by now Sehsis would have caught up.

Sehsis does indeed catch up, and he moves in front to block her path, “Nasrin. Why are you doing this?”

Nasrin blinks, before giving an innocent smile. “Oh hello there, uncle!”

Sehsis folds his arms, “Are you ready to stop this foolishness”

Nasrin asks, “What foolishness?”

Sehsis asks, “This… Look, why are you so reluctant to return home?”

Nasrin asks, “Why are you chasing me?”

Sehsis says, “Because I need to know that you will return, I cannot just leave you here.”

Nasrin says, “Certainly, you could leave me here. I’m old enough.”

Sehsis says, “Absolutley not. Your parents would kill me.”

Haft mumbles “We should be so lucky”, to Haft.

You mumble “We should be so lucky”, to Haft.

Haft mumbles “… … be … …”, to Haft.

Sehsis shakes his head, “And how exactly would that be kept hidden? As soon as it was discovered I was back they would want to see you”

Nasrin narrows her eyes slightly, before she shakes her head. “May I go?”

Sehsis asks, “Not until you explain why you do not wish to go back?”

Nasrin stares up at Sehsis momentarily before saying, “I’m afraid I’ve been ill recently.”

Sehsis says, “You have not mentioned it or shown any signs”

Nasrin says, “I thought it would pass, but it seems to be getting worse.”

Sehsis says, “That does not explain the fleeing. And foolishness.”

Nasrin says, “It was an instinctual reaction to being suddenly chased, and my parents have always said I was foolish.”

Sehsis sighs, “The ship sails on friday, even if you are ill you should be well enough to travel by then”

Nasrin says, “Hopefully…”

Deonyc turns to haft, “My shift is over, I ll send your relief over soon.”

Deonyc walks up the north stair.

Haft says, “Sure.”

 

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Sparring Deonyc

Army Barracks(#12898R/AHJKM)

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You stand in the barracks belonging to the Army of Archenland. Here is where the men reside when not on campaign. There are many bunks along the walls and at the foot of each bunk is a foot locker. The barracks is neat and tidy. Arrow slot windows facing out allow for defense and provide light.

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You can go: Knights’ and Officers’ Barracks <S>, North Gate Tower <E>,

Northern Stairwell <W>

Haft sits on his bunk, whittling, slivers falling to the floor.

Deonyc comes walking into the baracks , he has his drenched cloak hung over hius arm and his hose is covered in small speckles of mud, and he carries his boots tied together by their laces in his other free hand, he drops the shoes at the end of his bunk and hangs the cloak up to dry, he nods in greeting to Haft as he passes his bunk.

Haft glances up at Deonyc, looking unusually delighted. “Overcast?”

Deonyc continues packing away his gear, back towards haft, “Yes it was raining early this day.”

Haft asks, “Wall duty?”

Deonyc turns and sits on the backboard of the matress, and begins cleaning off his boots with the back of his knife, “No I have started taking runs in the morning as exercise, either to the woods or the town depending where i feel like running, it started raining when i reached the woods.”

Haft nods his approval. “Got dry clothes?”

Deonyc nods and sets down his boots, “I have a few good changes of clothes.”

Haft chuckles ruefully. “Then you’re better off than I was when I first rejoined.”

Deonyc nods taking out a clean wollen hose as well as a thick cotton tunic, wich he lays out on the bed.

Haft asks, “When’s yer next shift?”

Deonyc looks out one of the windows to see where the sun stands, “Evening the same shift as Gearn.”

Haft says, “Give you a chance to dry before evening showers then.”

Deonyc nods, and looks top the whitteling, “What have you been u p to so far?”

Haft says, “Third try on this chess knight. I never could carve horses.”

Deonyc nods, “Do you play chess alot?”

Haft says, “Try to.”

Deonyc says, “I think i played a few times at the tavern buit im not all to good at it.”

Haft grins wolfishly. “So much the better.”

Deonyc shrugs, “I don’t have much time for it at the moment either so.”

Haft says, “Fair enough.”

Deonyc changes his trousers and shirt for the warmer padded tunic, and wollen hose and turns to his sword getting out a whetstone and oilcloth, “You know we haven’t sparred much Haft, at all.” he notes.

Haft raises a brow. “Nope.”

Deonyc shrougs, “I think that might be the type of challenge id be more inclined to.”

Haft asks, “Yer askin’?”

Deonyc says, “If you would be up for it sure, doesn’t have to be now but i would be glad to practice some.”

Haft shrugs. “I’m fresh. Are you recovered?”

Deonyc nods, “Im not all too tired good for some easy parctice enough.”

Haft sets aside his carving and kneels to brush up the shavings and dispose of them. “Who says I’ll go easy?”

Deonyc takes out an extra padded wool tunic, and gets out his practice blade, “Im not asking you to go easy on me, but lets keep it a bit slower.”

Deonyc unfastens his purse from its place at his waist.

Deonyc pulls Tiny Woven Pouch of Figs from his purse.

Deonyc pulls a candied fig from his pouch and eats it.

Haft rises. “I’ll meet you there.”

(Travelling…)

Knights’ Practice Room

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You stand on the chamber which serves the Knights’ Practice Room. One part is dedicated to hand to hand combat, and the rest of the area has stands for straw dummies. You can also see much of the countryside from here. On a chair near the door sits the old sergeant, Doel, who maintains the equipment.

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You can go: Equipment Room <E>

 

Haft is warming up at a target.

Deonyc comes jogging into the practice room with his kit, he nods to haft and starts with some stretching, warming up with easy exercises.”

Haft finishes his warm-up. “What kind of sparring did you want to try?”

Deonyc points to a small painted area, “On the line so more back and forth than circling like on a wall and swords only.”

Haft nods. “All right.”

Haft and Deonyc exchange blows until Haft scores a winning touch. They step back. “Who’ve you been practicing with?” Haft asks.

Deonyc carefully tuches off some fresh bruises to see how bad they are, and winces slightly at one on his shoulder, “Uh some of the squires and Gearn a bit, sometimes in the village.”

Haft nods. “Most of the squires have better technique than the guards.”

Deonyc shrugs, “I mostly practice form and positioning at the moment, in the village we also did some group fighting, 4 against 4.”

Haft chuckles. “That’s always…surprising.”

Deonyc smiles, “That was with quarterstaffs though, but still very eye opening, made me realise why polearms are so popular group weapons.”

Haft seats himself on a bench. “Quarterstaffs. I ain’t done that in forever. Miss it.”

Deonyc nods, “Well if you would like to im sure you could come to the village for a group sparr, and theres quarterstaffs and normal staffs in the armoury.”

Haft says, “I might just take you up on that.”

Deonyc nods, “Well you can just come along, usually they practice around noon i think.”

Haft says, “I’ll keep it in mind.”

Deonyc nods, “Well you beat me fair and square, i think im going to go and lay down for a bit before my shift begins.”

Haft says, “See you round.”

Deonyc nods his head and then heads out towards the equipment room.

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.

Apology Accepted

Servant’s Hall

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You stand in the warm and busy servants’ hall. Most of the floor is taken up by long trestle tables and benches. Candles in sconces on the wall light the room with a friendly glow. At the back of the hall, a staircase leads down into the storeroom. The only other object of note is a large wood and leather chair, where the head cook often rests between meals.

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You can go: Kitchen <W>, Storeroom <D>

Dalia is sitting at a table, her dishes pushed a little to the side and a letter held before her. There is a smile on her face and she looks like she might like to laugh.

Haft carries a large bag of flour over his shoulder, trailed by two children. He heads toward the storeroom.

Dalia looks up from her letter as she notices movement out of the corner of her eye and nods to Haft as he passes by.

Haft doesn’t notice her, depositing the flour down in the storeroom and shooing the children, who grin their thanks and run off.

Dalia turns back to the letter she’s reading, laughing a little at one part.

Haft glances at Dalia, but starts to head past, apparently unwilling to intrude.

 

Haft glances at Dalia, but starts to head past, apparently unwilling to intrude.

Dalia looks up as Haft seems to head past. “Haft?” she calls softly.

Haft pauses and pivots. “Yes?”

Dalia says, “Are you angry with me?”

Dalia says, “The other day in the square, while I was minding the little ones. You seemed quite cross.”

Haft frowns, trying to recall the moment. “Oh, that.”

He colors a little. “That weren’t nothing to do with you. I was just–” He catches himself. “I owe you an apology.”

Dalia smiles, “Apology accepted.”

She waves the letter in her hand, “Megren wrote me. She says to tell you they’ve been invited to Cair Paravel.”

Her whole face lights up with excitement.

Haft smiles faintly. “Yes, she’s quite enthusiastic.”

Dalia says, “Looks down at the letter in her hand that she’s been waving. “Oh. I suppose… would you like a look?”

Haft says, “If you like.”

Deonyc comes into the servants hall with a piece of bread and a bowl of stew, seeing the two others he walks over to the table, “Hello Haft, Dalia. Mind i f i join you?”

Dalia says, “Hello Deonyc, not at all. Haft and I were disucssing Megren’s letter from Narnia.”

Deonyc sits down, placing his food near the corner away from the writing, “Oh how are they doing?” he inquires.

Dalia offers the letter to Haft if he would like a look.

Haft takes the letter to look over.

Dalia turns to Deonyc, “Well I think. Enjoying Narnia.”

Deonyc eats some of his stew, “Well I would hope they are, its a pretty country right haft?”

 

Deonyc asks, “Aren’t they staying at what was it Cair Paravel, their castle?”

Haft says, “That’s right.”

Deonyc says, “Anything else they talked about, the Wolves maybe?”

Haft asks, “Why would they talk about Wolves?”

Deonyc asks, “Well the talking Wolves are interesting are they not?”

Haft says, “How many do you think I’ve conversed with at length? There aren’t any dens in Barfield.”

Deonyc shrugs, “Well I met one or two after the battle, they were nice enough.”

Haft snorts. “I was preoccupied.”

Wouldn’t Want Master Haft to Eat You

Andale

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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.

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You can go: Het Noorden <NW>, North Andale <N>, East Andale <E>, Andale

Crossroad <W>, Zuiden <SE>

 

Haft walks from the direction of the castle wearing a light cloak and plum scarf. He has one large parcel and two small ones in his hands.

Deonyc comes walking from the southern group of cottages like Haft he has his wollen scarf wrapped around his neck and is wearing a warm tunic, his hands are stuffed in his pockets.

Dalia is sitting on a bench outside one of the village cottages, a shawl around her shoulders watching some of the younger village children play.

Nasrin wanders from the direction of the tavern, an apple in her hand. She’s happily munching on it as she strolls along.

Sehsis wanders in, he’s writing a little something in a notebook.

Haft notes Dalia’s presence but makes no greeting.

Deonyc notices the children play as he passes by the cottage he walks over and sits down on the bench next to dalia he smiles and greets, “Hey Dalia, how are you?”

Dalia turns as Deonyc sits beside her, “Hello Deonyc! Very well, thanks! Fine day today isn’t it?”

Sehsis snaps the little notebook shut and tucks it away into a pocket before turning to face her, “Hello Nasrin.”

Nasrin gives Sehsis a delightfully innocent smile. “Uncle, I didn’t know you were in town either.”

Deonyc nods and leans against the backrest, “Yes it is really nice out, a bit colder than id like but still.”

Haft pauses to avoid a child who has run into his path after a leather ball.

Dalia calls after one of the children, “Careful love, you’ve run into master Haft’s path.”

Deonyc smiles and watches haft’s expression, he turns to Dalia, “Are you visiting Family?”

The guard across from him snorts, but agrees, “I’ve seen him with Sir Darrin. Good form. Hard to believe a year ago he was tying fishing net.”

Nasrin exclaims, “I was wanting a breath of fresh air. It’s a lovely day, look at the children playing about!”

Haft looks at Dalia askance, then the child. “Yes, we wouldn’t want Master Haft to eat you,” he says without humor.

Sehsis casts a glance to them, “Yes well as long as they don’t cause trouble their presence is fine.”

The boy’s eyes widen. He snatches up his ball and runs back to his playmates.

Nasrin tilts her head to the side. “Have they given you cause to believe they’ll cause trouble?”

Sehsis says, “No, and I hope it stays that way”

Dalia nods to Deonyc turning a questioning look back at Haft.

Dalia raises a hand in greeting to Nasrin and Sehsis

Haft avoids her eyes.

Nasrin shakes her head disappointedly. “You assume ever so much of them.”

She spots Dalia and waves on back, before wandering on over to the rest.

Sehsis walks along with her, “I assume nothing.”

Deonyc gets up to meet nasrin and sehsis, and returns with them to the bench.

Haft’s glum look deepens at the sight of Sehsis and Nasrin.

Nasrin asks, “Hello Deonyc, hello Haft. And how are you today?”

Nasrin directs a particularly bright smile towards Haft.

Haft eyes Nasrin as though she might catch fire.

Sehsis gives a polite nod to Deonyc, he totally ignores haft.

Deonyc looks back and forth between the two groups quite unsure what to say, he nods in greeting to haft.

Haft takes a breath. “Deonyc.”

Sehsis remains quiet, expression unreadable.

Deonyc quite neutrally answers, “Good day haft.”

Haft nods back. “Right.”

Deonyc moves to stand somewhere between haft and nasrin and Sehsis, “How are you all?”

Nasrin looks between the three, before speaking up. “Good afternoon everyone! I’m doing splendid today, how are you all on this fine and marvellous day?”

Haft edges away from Deonyc. “Fine. Was just heading to the courier. You’ll excuse me.”

Deonyc backs of a bit as well as he notices haft edging off, he turns to Nasrin, “Im doing well myself, you?”

Nasrin nods along to Deonyc and Haft alike. “I’m happy to hear. I’m doing excellent myself, thank you very much!”

Deonyc nods and smiles, “Thats good, have you figured out when about you’ll be leaving to Carlomene?”

Sehsis says, “Not yet.”

Nasrin translates for Deonyc. “Sadly not, but we’ll be sure to let you know the moment we’ve got an answer!”

A Talk with Deonyc

The Narrow Gate Hall

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The Hall of the Narrow Gate is brightly lit by a large chandelier, and by torches on the walls. A bar runs along the length of the south wall. Behind the bar stands Dranken, the Barman, polishing a glass. The wall behind him holds several bottles, and racks of glasses. There is also a menu offering drinks and food. The north wall is dominated by a cheerful stone fireplace.

The rest of the room is filled with tables and stools, in little clusters all over the scuffed wooden floor. An arch leads to the Anteroom to the south.

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You can go: The Anteroom <S>

Deonyc is standing at the bar with a mug of ale, talking to some of the other patrons and the bar keep as well, he seems quite happy smiling and waving at others as he sees people he knows.

Haft enters the hall and pauses at the door. He looks around with a frown.

Deonyc spots Haft as he enters the hall and waves heading over, leaving the mug at the bar.

Haft looks surprised to see Deonyc waving to him. He waits in the doorway as the younger man approaches.

Deonyc walks up to haft, his expression becomes a bit more serious, but retains his cheerfull manner, “Hey Haft, how are you?”

“Fine,” Haft replies curtly. “Just looking for someone. Don’t see them, so…”

He gestures back toward the door.

Deonyc motions at the door, “Are you in a hurry to go somewhere, I would like to ask your opinion on something, but we can do that on the go as well.”

Haft asks, “Can we?”

Deonyc nods, “Yeah I wouldn’t see why not as long as we don’t walk all to quickly I think I can keep my thoughts together.”

Haft says, “Meaning you’re going to follow me home whether I want you to or not. All right then, try to keep up.”

Haft heads out the door.

 

Deonyc comes walking into the Anteroom of the Narrow Gate from the Hall.

Deonyc nods, a bit unsure but also with determination, “I Don’t think it will take that long, um… well.”

he gathers himself, “I’m thinking of joining the Castle Guard.

Deonyc simply nods, “Yeah and I thought I should talk with someone before taking it to garian, someone with experience.”

Haft’s response is half laugh and half snort. “That’s one way of putting it.”

Deonyc waits, “Well?”

Haft asks, “Well what?”

Deonyc says, ” What do you think of me possibly joining the guard.”

Haft says, “Can’t think why you’d want to.”

Deonyc says, “I doubt you care much why I would. Do you think I would be up for the task?”

Haft crosses his arms. “Of course I care why you’d want to. Why not start there?”

Deonyc sighs, “Alright, it’s because I have been traveling a lot of my life, staying a year here, helping with a harvest for a season there, and I’m thinking it is a good time to settle down, commit myself to one place, the guard is not a bad job for that, it’s a straightforward job, and everything I enjoy as a hobby is nearby.”

Haft asks, “Hobbies? Like what?”

Deonyc states quickly, “Hawking and Hunting.”

Deonyc ads, “And cooking to an extent out of necessity.”

Haft asks, “Why Anvard?”

Deonyc says, “Because it’s the place I’ve grown most comfortable with, and I think protecting it is about as best I could serve the community.”

Haft considers this. “First off, I’ll tell you that a committed guardsman doesn’t have time for hobbies. He learns how to do his job right and improves himself every day.”

Deonyc says, “I am aware of that, I’m also aware that being a guard, you lose time, but how I manage my hobbies after, If I get into the guard is my problem, I’m sure I will find a way.”

Haft says, “You do realize that being a guard means standing for hours at a time in the dead of night when it’s cold and wet? Often with no company.”

Deonyc says, “I have hunted in winter, I’m no stranger to the elements.”

Haft asks, “And you’re all right with keeping your own company?”

Deonyc says, “I am.”

Haft says, “Hmm. Well, if you want my two cents I don’t think you have the temperament for it.”

Deonyc looks suprised but not put down by Haft’s comment, “Alright, why if I may ask?”

Haft asks, “Seems like you’ve been looking for a new job ever since I’ve known you. You were some sort of woodsman, and then you wanted to be a falconer, and then you became a fletcher’s apprentice, but clearly you never finished that. Why should the guard bother training you when you’ll be gone in a year?”

Deonyc says, “Ahh, what makes you think I didn’t finish those occupations?”

Haft says, “An apprenticeship takes longer than six months, and I know for a fact that you never worked for the chief falconer.”

Deonyc says, “That is true, they wouldn’t have me there, I did work for years as an apprentice fletcher, and ever since I could walk I have learned to become a woodsman from my father and then by experience gathered on my own.”

Haft asks, “And now that you’ve finished your fletching apprenticeship, why are you not working as a journeyman?”

Deonyc says, “Because thats what I did all my youth, and honestly I don’t want to go back to that.”

Haft says, “If you find that tedious, I doubt you’ll find being a guard better.”

Deonyc says, “Nothing I haver ever done has been only sunshine and smiles, tedious work is something I have never shied away from. I’m not going to start now.”

Haft shrugs. “Do what you want then. It’s the captain’s call, not mine. But if I see you slacking on your swordsmanship, or lazing about, don’t think I won’t drag you out of your bunk every morning to help you rectify the situation.”

Deonyc nods, “Alright. I will try to get to Garian soon then, time will tell where I end up. Thank you for your… time Haft.”

Haft nods and grunts in response before heading off down the road.

Deonyc walks down the road as well towards his home.

Feats of Strength

North Andale

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This quiet area is known as North Andale. To one side of the gravel road is a glade of trees, mostly hardwoods, dominated by a huge White Oak. To the other side of the road is a small meadow, full of wild-flowers and there in the middle someone has placed a table and two benches, much weathered, but still sturdy. This is a favorite place for young sweethearts to pass time together.

To the south is the village of Andale and off to the east is the Range Road.

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You can go: Range Road <E>, Andale <S>, Climb <U>

Haft stands by a table laden with food, examining his options.

Nasrin strolls on into the meadow where the festival is being held, dragging along Sehsis. “It’s very lovely up here. I can’t believe you’ve never shown me before.”

Sehsis walks along with her, “I haven’t? I could have sworn I did”

Deonyc rushes in towards the table with a last loaf of bread and sets it on the table.

Nasrin shakes her head. “Never before, no.”

Sehsis says, “Oh. I apologise then.”

Nasrin says, “All is forgiven then.” She takes a look around before walking on over to the table.

Deonyc is standing at the table, and cuts himself a slice of fruit bread, he sees Sehsis and Nasrin, “Hey glad that you could make it!”

Haft turns at Deonyc’s expression and makes a small frown of displeasure. Clearly he is /not/ pleased that the two could make it.

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