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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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!”

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.

Continue reading Feats of Strength

Meeting Nasrin

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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 , 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”

Haft shrugs.

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.”

The Enemy’s Niece

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>

Sehsis says in a tole 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 thereof 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”

Haft shrugs.

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 stasis, 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 asks, “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?”

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?”

Haft asks, “Nothing. I trust you’ll stay out of trouble while you’re here?”

Nasrin says, “I certainly hope so.”

Haft asks, “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.”