Chapter 5a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven.   Posted by Guildmaster.Group: 0
Guildmaster
 GM, 158 posts
Mon 5 Apr 2010
at 04:34
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
Perhaps it was old age that played tricks on Agatha's vision. Yet, as a woman of the cloth it is not uncommon to assume that such "tricks" were actually signs from the gods and their powers.

Armed with a waxed paper umbrella, Agatha ambled through the streets towards the Trader's Market easily for she knew the way well. Only the rain, no trailing smoke nor black birds followed her.

"Good day, Sister Agatha, Said a patrolling guard. Peeping up from her umbrella, she saw three young men tip their caps in her direction, smiling at her.

News of the Sister's work at the Encampment had spread far and wide. During that time, the soldiers saw her as a welcome relief, a symbol of hope during their most desperate times. Now, they knew her as a woman of faith, who would shower upon them blessings if they asked. The families of those who had been prayed for by her also recognized her and sometimes, when they saw her on the way to the market, they would bestow her with tiny gifts (or whatever they could afford) of bread, salt, flour, flowers, and on the rare occasion money.

At the market, the vegetable seller was a young woman who sold vegetables for her aged farmer father. Her brother had been killed during the attack at the Masquerade and Agatha had prayed for his soul. "Oh sister, come under my shade, away from the rain, the woman known as Angeline greeted Agatha. She was a plain looking girl, old enough to marry by the looks of it, but it was obvious hard labour and an equally hard life had robbed her of anything fancy to offer the opposite sex. "Vegetables for soup again?" the girl commented as she began packing up bundles of vegetables for Agatha, "Times are hard now and the city is getting no safer. You should be careful venturing out, sister."

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Rhollin Grail
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 A savage heart
 a gentle heart
Tue 6 Apr 2010
at 01:47
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
Rhollin regarded her with morbid curiosity. He was such a stranger to this land, to wizards - even to the plights of the poor. Half of him was disgusted at her. He was a knight raised in discipline and opulence. Such pathetic displays were beneath him. Except he knew they were not. Not quite. His other half, which had been awakened by his own trials, his anxiety in this new land, sympathized. He perhaps would not fall as far as this poor woman, but he had already fallen hard, and yet lived. So did she. Respect for her grew in him as his worldview widened.

"And why would they lock up Missy?" Rhollin wondered if she were insinuating that she was a wizard, or just mad. "I must admit, I know little of wizards. Perhaps they were the cause of this chaos. But perhaps they are also its solution, no?"
Guildmaster
 GM, 159 posts
Tue 6 Apr 2010
at 04:00
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
The woman considered Rhollin's words, as if a brief moment of lucidity had penetrated the dark insanity that conquered most of her mind. She had a look of suspicion but then, perhaps it was the comfort of another being willing to speak with such a lowly creature like her that dissolved whatever reservations she might have about telling her version of the truth.

"Because Missy has secrets, oh shhh shhh, they must not hear," the woman stammered, then a patrol walked by and the woman shrank back to her corner in fear, her voice dropping to a whisper, "They try to take it away from Missy but Missy keeps her secret because Missy is careful now ha ha ha..."

The woman looked up at Rhollin, her eyes suddenly pleading as she gestured to the tower, "A witch has cursed Missy and them wizards in the tower... The witch... the witch..." She reached out in an attempt to touch Rhollin's glorious mane, "If shiny armour knows little about them wizards, then shiny armour must be careful now...Maybe shiny armour can break the curse?"

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Sister Agatha
 player, 25 posts
Tue 6 Apr 2010
at 20:02
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
Agatha didn't know what to do with being noticed.  She accepted kind gestures with a "how nice" or a "what generosity!" and such sundry remarks as showed surprise- since each time was still a surprise.  Today, a shelter under the rain was sufficient, and useful beyond any tipping of hats.

"Dangerous?" remarked Agatha, dawdling over the food and determined to wait a few minutes in case the rain calmed down.  "Why would anyone want to cause me trouble?  I don't have anything worth taking, and I don't harm anyone."

She selected a few things here and there, then paused over the flowers.  She had always wanted a garden... she had played in one so long ago.  "How is your father?  Oh, do tell him that everything looks absolutely lovely today."
Guildmaster
 GM, 160 posts
Wed 7 Apr 2010
at 06:33
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
"Thank you good sister, Papa would be pleased," Angeline replied, then her expression soured somewhat as she looked up at the rain, "He's doing alright, but the pain in his back is still there, and I think if the rain doesn't cease, his old bones will suffer for it."

"However, I think his heart still hurts more with the lost of Jon," the girl sighs, as she distracts herself from her sorrow by unpacking more vegetables from her basket to the stand.

"Alot of people are suffering from what has happened, more thieves and beggers appear on the streets everyday, Angeline commented, gesturing to a beggar girl who was speaking to a large Leonyr in armour, "And I heard from Mrs. Oldsham that her nephew's house was broken into not two nights ago, even though they had nothing much for the thieves to take, it gave them a good scare. You're a brave soul sister, but still, better to be careful."

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Sister Agatha
 player, 26 posts
Sun 18 Apr 2010
at 23:42
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
"Brave?" Agatha snorted.  "Aren't you braver than me, being young and out here where it's so troublesome?"

If her back wasn't so prone to protests, she'd have been quicker to help the girl unpack.  As it was, Agatha felt a little worried over Angeline's solitary hawking.

"Here's a spare few for those two plump tomatoes.  That beggar looks like she could use them, " said Agatha.  "I'll take them over, and maybe Mr. Knight-in-Armor can be talked into doing something about the crimes.  I bet he won't care a whit.  You never know."

Agatha knew, however, a fine boy or two in the service who might be convinced to do a good thing and stop by on patrol at the end of a evening to help the Angeline pack up and stay out of trouble.  It might not be that the kindness'd last long, but hopefully the same could be said for the trouble.
Rhollin Grail
 player, 107 posts
 A savage heart
 a gentle heart
Tue 20 Apr 2010
at 16:35
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
Rhollin again felt that sinking despair that came with being so far out of his element. He wouldn't panic, that wasn't a possibility. But his confidence sagged a bit. I am but a child.

"What witch do you speak of, ahh, 'Missy?'" It is true I know little of magic, but I already know this: witches and wizards are like any other women and men. Some are selfish and evil, some lost and misguided, some noble and true. But I don't believe those living under their shadow know that."

Rhollin chose his next words carefully.

"I know of no curse. I have heard rumors of an attack by men and demons, and have heard rumors that wizards and witches are behind it, but there seems to be little in the way of facts."

For now he was glad the woman he spoke with was a bit touched in the head, for a sane mind would soon question why he who knew so little of magic had such a keen interest in it.
Guildmaster
 GM, 170 posts
Mon 7 Jun 2010
at 03:08
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
Angeline smiled at Agatha and just shrugged lightly, "Well Sister, there isn't much of a choice when one needs to work hard to put food on the table."

The hawker looked in the direction where Agatha indicated the beggar and nodded at the old woman, taking the extra change of payment, "Mighty thanks Sister." as she packed in another 2 more tomatoes into Agatha's vegetable sack. She's found there quite often since that terrible night at the Duke's Mansion. I hope the knight isn't giving her a hard time, the guards don't much care for her, but they don't take it lightly towards her too."

Leaning forward, Angeline drops her voice to a whisper, "Word around the market is that she's the daughter of the Magician."

* * * * *

The pauper nodded her head vigorously at Rhollin, seemingly agitated by his words, or perhaps agreeing fully. Yes... yes, like all. Selfish and evil is the witch... She's cursed us all. The witch they called Lucinda. But Missy is noble and true...noble and true indeed."

The beggar's eyes darted around the market square quickly, as if searching for something. But when she seemed satisfied with whatever she was looking for, she nodded at Rhollin again, "Yes, yes. The Duke. The duke! He's gone they say. The demons took him they say. Or perhaps it was the witch. The sky was a great big fire, burning and blood from the eyes."

As she recalled that night's events, she seemed to get more and more agitated, her voice growing slightly louder. Suddenly, she reached forward and started clawing at Rhollin's leg, tears in her eyes, "Please. Missy is no witch. Tell them Missy is innocent."

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Sister Agatha
 player, 28 posts
Mon 7 Jun 2010
at 19:05
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
Agatha thanked Angeline and promised to see her again soon.

She approached Rhollin and Missy.

"What is going on here?  Why is this poor girl holding onto your leg as if you were about to harm her?" Agatha asked, and loudly at that, coming closer to Missy and the Knight.  The nun had accusing, sprightly old woman's eyes and a slow-slower step too, and more besides of age's contradictions.  Without hesitation, she wielded her age as a weapon against the knight, to test the temper of his character.

"Here, no one's a witch.  You're just a poor young girl, " she said, matter-of-fact, to Missy.  She looked through Rhollin Grail.  "If you are bothering her, you might as well go home.  I don't see the point in being a knight if all you do is talk a poor girl to tears, not when there's criminals out looting houses and giving everyone a hard time these days...  Here, would you hand her these tomatoes?" Agatha asked, not wanting to stoop over to hand them down to Missy, nor wanting to demand that Missy leap up to attend her either.

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Rhollin Grail
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 A savage heart
 a gentle heart
Fri 11 Jun 2010
at 03:36
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
Missy:
"Tell them Missy is innocent."


"Yes, yes, of course I shall!" answered Rhollin, too trusting by half. If this poor, pathetic wretch was innocent, then of course she needed his aid. She was in no condition to defend herself. He did not begrudge the guard their interrogation of magic-users, however harsh. They had a city to run. But lovely Lucinda had taught the burden of magic, and the need for the just to guide them.

But then the other woman's shouts broke his contemplation. Rhollin frowned at her accusations, the expression gaining weight from the rows of sharp teeth hidden behind the downturned lips. He readjusted his stance, as well, the relaxed and inviting pose he offered this "Missy" straightening, presenting his full height to the intruder.

"How dare you make such accusations against a knight?" he whispered harshly.

"Has this tragedy turned all into fools who see danger even in friends? Be gone, wretched woman. I have no need to argue my honor to every ill-mannered passerby." Is every woman in this city mad?
Guildmaster
 GM, 178 posts
Fri 11 Jun 2010
at 08:42
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
At Rhollin's declaration, "Missy"'s teary eyes cleared up and she sniffed in gratitude. She nodded her head at the knight eagerly as she mumbled Yes, shiny armour helps. Thankyouthankyou" she shivered involuntarily from the cold. And Missy will help shiny armour. Shiny armour wants to get into tower. Better to be careful..."

Then the arrival of Agatha caught her attention, mostly because the Sister was carrying two ripe and juicy tomatoes.

Oblivious to the apparent tension she might have caused between the Knight and Sister, "Missy" continue looking eagerly at the tomatoes, her mouth filling up with saliva.

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Sister Agatha
 player, 30 posts
Fri 11 Jun 2010
at 13:50
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
Giving Rhollin an undaunted stare, Agatha remained standing, with the tomatoes in her outstretched hand.  "Hmmph, " she said at last, and turned to Missy.

"Some folks didn't learn manners, " she laments.  "Here, have these tomatoes, dear, but I can't stoop so well.  Won't you stand up and take them?  If you like, you can come home with me.  I have soup and a room where you can sleep on the floor for an night or two.  I'm tending a sick girl, but she's not catching.  Hmm, " she pursued her lips.  "I was going to invite this rude young man, but I don't like to be shouted at over my soup.  You can keep whatever company you like, of course, dear, but I think he's a bad one.  Mark my words, no knight ever says a thing like that to a lady.  He's just looking to take advantage of you."
Guildmaster
 GM, 182 posts
Mon 14 Jun 2010
at 16:31
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
"Missy" takes the tomatoes eagerly from Agatha and hugs them to her chest, almost coddling them like precious jewels. She is still oblivious to the growing animosity between Agatha & Rhollin but when she hears Agatha called Rhollin the "bad one", her eyes grow wide and the look she has is both of confusion and terror.

"Bad? Bad? Oh no no. No?" She asks Rhollin. She returns her attention to Agatha and tries to explain, "The witch is the bad one. Shiny armour can help break curse and tell them Missy is innocent. He says..."
Rhollin Grail
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 A savage heart
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Mon 14 Jun 2010
at 23:58
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
Rhollin gives the slightest of nods, glad the poor thing had some food. He had no more words for Agatha. A knight didn't debate with fools, he simply avoided their company. But fool though she was, she seemed a kind fool, so the Grail Knight would not begrudge the pauper her meal and bed. He bent down to Missy and lowered his voice to a rumble.

"Tell me how I may protect you. Then, if you would please, tell me of the tower. And then, dear Missy, you can let this strange woman offer her kindnesses - but do be wary of them, hm? She seems touched." The irony of telling a madwoman to beware madwomen was not lost on Rhollin, but he made an attempt to delicately straddle the line, not ruining the woman's opportunity, but not handing her over to belligerent strangers. In fact... could this odd, old woman be a servant of inquisitors? Is she luring in suspected witches? By the ancestors' teeth, that is cruel! Rhollin decided he would not let Missy run off unattended.
Sister Agatha
 player, 32 posts
Tue 15 Jun 2010
at 15:10
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
"We'll deal with the witch after you've had some food and rest, " Agatha said gently but firmly, as she took Missy's arm in hers and began escorting her away from Rhollin (or at least she tried to, once the two were done talking).  "Don't let this stranger confuse you.  I know his type.  They say they'll change the world for you, but they never lift a finger.  The whole time he talked to you, weren't you hungry when there was a vendor across the street?  If he cared about you at all, why didn't he even give you the tomatoes I offered?  Don't be a fool, girl!  A fancy guy in armor like that might even be an inquisitor."
Guildmaster
 GM, 188 posts
Thu 17 Jun 2010
at 16:33
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
And that's exactly what Agatha & Rhollin did for "Missy" next - despite their differences. After coaxing the poor girl to follow Agatha, with Rhollin close behind, (much to Agatha's discontent and Rhollin's insistence of course) they finally arrived at Piquet's books.

Missy was taken by her surroundings. She had lived in squalor for what seemed to be a long time now and while she might seemed to have lost most of her senses, what was left of it kept her wary and distrusting.

"Ah! Sister Agatha! It is good that you have returned. The rain is falling faster and... Oh, you have returned with...guests." Piquet's initial excitement faded quickly at the sight Rhollin and "Missy". After taking a second look at Rhollin, Piquet, a learned man realised his new found company and was quick to rectify his manners.

"You have with you a Knight of Savaan, sister?" Piquet asked, curious. "Why sir, it's an honour to have you here in our... midst! I would not have expected to ever see a Leonyr in my lifetime, pardon my candidness."

Turning his attention to the pauper, Piquet's look of uncertainty returned, "And... who's this?" He asked. But after the incident with Lily, Piquet could guess what the good Sister was up to...

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Sister Agatha
 player, 33 posts
Sun 20 Jun 2010
at 16:43
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
Agatha put down the groceries with a sigh, the knight not having helped her one step of the way.  "It's raining and miserable outside.  No one should have to be out on a night like this, especially not a girl who's barely a woman, " she told Piquet.

Agatha held her tongue about Rhollin.  She had no kind words for him, and so she felt it was best if she kept her peace.  Instead, Agatha went to Missy and placed a hand on her shoulder.  "Come upstairs with me, while they talk.  We'll see Lily and clean up for dinner."

"Piquet, " Agatha asked, already guiding Missy towards the stairs, "can she borrow one of Lucy's old dresses?"  The time would eventually come for them to be traded in, but that time was clocked by Piquet's heart, not need, nor hope, nor greed.  Whatever he said, she led Missy upstairs, saying, "Come, let them talk about knights and bold deeds.  It will be good for them.  We'll be back and make some soup soon."

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Rhollin Grail
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Tue 22 Jun 2010
at 20:56
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
The arrival in such an unassuming and even friendly place dispelled Rhollin's concerns over an insidious inquisitor plant. Surely all this was too much for the heavy-handed men who had taken control in the chaos and were routing out suspected mages and sympathizers. The well-mannered owner won Rhollin over in the end. he had to simply chalk Agatha's ignorance up to just that. She must have been a poor, simple, mistrusting, and misguided lady. Her kindness toward Missy meant he'd carry no ill will toward her, but her crass dealings and failure to recognize his station meant she'd not get an ounce of his attention.

The knight fit poorly in this space, and assumed a smaller stance, both for his own comfort in the cramped quarters, and as a sign of peace and respect to his hospitable host.

"The honor is mine," Rhollin answered, and though it wasn't quite the truth, it was the appropriate response in the situation. "I am Rhollin Grail, knight of Fangspire, former emissary to the Duke of Aberhaven on behalf of Savaan. There is no need to beg pardon, as your behavior is quite respectable. I promise I won't impose on you a moment more than is absolutely necessary." He said nothing poor of Agatha, for that would be rude, and said nothing yet of his purpose, for that would be forward. Rather he let the man lead the conversation.
Guildmaster
 GM, 193 posts
Sun 27 Jun 2010
at 13:25
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
Missy follows Agatha up the flight of stairs, her eyes darting to and fro, curious and wary at the same time. They weave they way between the corridor of books stacked in a haphazard fashion - after all Piquet could only store so many books on his shop floor and the excess had to go somewhere.

Then, Agatha pushed a thin wooden door open, revealing a sparsely furnished bedroom. The most glaring observation was the cot on which Lily laid. Agatha lit a candle and Missy entered the room, making her way towards Lily.

"This girl is tired...," Missy observed.

* * * * *

Piquet was positively glowing. Despite the fact that Agatha seemed to have a penchant for picking up strays and Piquet, while not unkind, was uncomfortable with having beggars and the so called "have-nots" waltzing in and out of his shop. And when Agatha suggested handing the pauper his daughter's Lucy clothing, Piquet felt his heart clench. He opened his mouth, wanting to protest but nothing more than a sigh escaped his lips.

He nodded a consent to Agatha.

Perhaps, it was the presence of Rhollin that overshadowed his fears and sadness because he soon turned his emotions to a feeling of excitement.

Why, thank you... sir, I mean," Piquet added quickly,"You are most definitely not impossing. You are an emissary to the Duke of Aberhaven you say? But the Duke is missing... Oh, what am I saying! I'm sure you know that, what I meant to say was, it's an honour to have a member from the Ambassadors of Savaan envoy to visit my humble shop! Did you just have an audience with the Steward?

Pardon me. It's just that I consider myself quite a learned man and I've read books and tales of those who have met with the Leonyr. And quite fortunate or perhaps sadly, I have one precious book written by the famous Leonyr bard - Henrid Chalice, and I devoured the words on his pages. Is it quite true that Leonyr's rarely consider barding as a profession?"

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Sister Agatha
 player, 36 posts
Wed 30 Jun 2010
at 21:49
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
While Missy went to look at Lily, Agatha dug through an old chest.  She laid out a clean but unremarkable set of clothing, the attire of a bookkeeper's daughter.  It had all belonged to Lucy once.  After the girl's death, the nun had laundered all of Lucy's clothes, smoothed out the wrinkles, and then folded them up to store them out of sight.  Although the world seemed preoccupied with the young, it was, Agatha often thought, the unthanked mature and older women who kept the world running.  Piquet had not been himself then, and she had taken care of the house for a few days, while he had welcomed an endless stream of unpleasant things to do.  When people died in a city, there was always so much to do.  It was not that it was simpler in the country, but--Agatha couldn't put her finger on it--it was almost as if everyone here put forth an extra effort to forget.  Even before Lucy had died, people had begun forgetting her.  Perhaps it was just how things were just now, and Agatha was not seeing Aberhaven at its best.

"Dry yourself off, and see if these fit, " she said, gently, carrying the bundle of clothing to Missy.  After the girl took them in her arms, Agatha moved to close the curtains, although she usually let whatever light there was to come in for Lily (though there was none tonight).  For her part, Agatha gave Missy privacy by focusing on her patient.  There was the wet towel on her forehead to change, adjusting the pillows and the angle of her head, spooning her some water, which involved holding up her head with a patient steadiness... it was very difficult to keep alive, though most people were so used to all the business of eating and sleeping and moving that it was hard for them to remember.  But Lily had reminded Agatha of how precious life was.  In the quiet contemplation of many patient nights, Agatha had learned from her.

"Will it be alright for you to sleep here?" Agatha asked, as she tended to Lily.

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Rhollin Grail
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Fri 2 Jul 2010
at 04:31
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Rhollin's golden eyebrows raised as this Piquet impressed him with cultural knowledge he would have thought beyond this class.

"You are correct, gracious host. Henrid was unlike any before him. A controversial figure in his time, but universally beloved after his death. His rise to fame was gradual, mind you. My people appreciate a carefully turned phrase and a good accounting of history. But stories and songs for their own sake are oft considered frivolous, and to devote one's life to them..."

Rhollin had read that book himself over and over as a child, but was always afraid to be caught reading it. Secretly he admired the man who could break all the rules and forge his own path, while young Rhollin did everything - and only the things - he was told.

"I think it fair to say that talent of any sort cannot help but be recognized.

But for excellence in the arts, I humbly defer to you menfolk of the west. I had some hopes of seeing a play with - of seeing a play in the course of my stay here."


With Lucie, he had almost said. The long, savage flight from civilization had taken its toll on the knight. There were cracks in his composure now where an unblemished mask once was. He decided not to steer the conversation toward magic and sorcerers. Instead, perhaps he could learn the fate of his poor squire!

"I have yet to have my audience with the Steward. You must understand, my knightly oaths have kept me busy protecting those in need in this chaotic time," Rhollin said, which was mostly true. "I have not had time for political negotiations. I am sure my squire shall arrange it." He mentioned it casually, not risking asking directly of Tyr's fate.
Guildmaster
 GM, 197 posts
Mon 12 Jul 2010
at 03:14
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
Lily remained unresponsive to the tender care of Agatha. There she lay, still trapped in her subconsciousness, and despite those rare moments which she blinked beneath closed eye lips, any hope of her waking remained minute.

Missy took a while to change into Lucy's old clothing and when she stepped out from behind the changing screen, she walked slowly to stand beside Agatha - her eyes never leaving Lily's. It is wonderful how a new set of clothing can do to a person. It took away some of the stink that Missy tended to carry with her for days on end, and her grubbiness was replaced by a look of pleasant plainness expounded by Lucy's faded frock.

Then, Missy reached out and took Lily's hand. "I will sleep here." Her words suddenly coherent. She didn't seem to pay Agatha anymore attention as she sank to the floor and rested her head on the side of the bed.

* * * * * *

"A play? Piquet exclaimed, "Why, the Royal Hall of Music and Theater is a good place for dignitaries such as yourself to enjoy some of the realm's greatest works. I myself have never seen one for it is far too much of a luxury. Most of the time, I travel to the Culture Square where a stage wagon funded by some of our local and fledgling actors put together their own works or act out famous plays.

Then, he stopped talking, blushed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "There I go again...I'm sorry...to take up much of your time with my rambling. Well, thank you for making the effort of making a poor man like me happy, nevertheless by indulging me this conversation. I thought it was already marvelous to have an envoy visiting. But to meet one in person...!

Can.. Can I invite you to join us for dinner? Oh.. what am I thinking. You probably must you return to join your Savann comrades who have met with the Steward this day. The streets are ablaze with excitement for it's been nearly twenty years since anyone from Savaan sent such a delegation.  I'm sure you must be anxious to get on with your duties back at the Keep."

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Sister Agatha
 player, 38 posts
Mon 12 Jul 2010
at 17:38
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
Agatha fetched a blanket and spread it over Missy, who seemed already to be falling into drowsiness.  The street girl acted very strangely, but Agatha trusted her instincts about Missy, and, whatever else, a girl--however dried after skulking in rainy alleys--needed time to warm and rest.

Maybe it would be best to leave them to nap.

Agatha tiptoed back out of the room and closed the door, then went down the creaking stairs as softly as possible.  But it was hard; she was not very dexterous, and every step seemed loud.  When she got to the bottom, she rested a moment and composed herself.  Then she returned to the room where Piquet and Rhollin were deep in conversation.

She wordlessly drifted behind them to the kitchen area and lit a lamp.  Then she began to prepare some soup.  She diced up ingredients and heated some broth left-over from cooking meat.  The three of them could eat, and after that, she'd carry some up to Missy and Lily.  Meanwhile, she listened half-ways to the conversation.
Rhollin Grail
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Wed 4 Aug 2010
at 04:44
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By my ancestors! A delegation from Savann! Have I truly been gone so long that they have come looking? I pray poor Tyr is safe and among their ranks. Many possibilities spiraled out of this knowledge. If they were at the keep, he could meet the Steward, learn of the new government and possibly the Duke's fate. He could learn more of the inquisition against wizards, perhaps even more of Caalum. He could send them to bring Lucie to his home safely!

But no, you are a fool. You are a wanted man. It is only by some miracle that you arrived here without passing any wanted posters identifying yourself. Work slowly.


"No, sir, you do not ramble,"
Rhollin said finally, lifting out of his deep thoughts. "You are well-read and well-mannered. Had I not known you were a merchant I might have guessed you an aristocrat." A small exaggeration, but helpful. And even if he hadn't been giving useful information, Rhollin did rather like this fellow.

"The Royal Hall of Music and Theater," he repeated wistfully. "Some day..." I will take Lucinda there. "...I will be able to visit there myself. Once order is restored, of course."

Rhollin weighed the news, and came to a decision.

"I am honored to accept your dinner invitation."

It was the right thing to do. This man had been kind, and Rhollin could repay it. It would also give him a chance to change out of his armor, or disguise himself somehow to less match the description of him that pervaded the dangerous town.
Guildmaster
 GM, 205 posts
Mon 16 Aug 2010
at 06:22
Re: 4a. Gray Skies Over Aberhaven
Agatha prepared a simple meal of soup, steamed vegetables and sliced bread. Times were lean in Aberhaven and with Piquet's invitation, Rhollin joined them and it was a strange sight indeed for a massive figure such as he to be sitting by a tiny dining table.

They ate in silence, reflecting upon the events that led to this juncture and the next question would be - where do they go after this?

Turning to Agatha, the shopkeeper commented, "Thank you for this lovely meal, Sister. It has warmed by stomach, do you need to fetch some for the girls upstairs? How is Lily doing?"

And the shopkeeper asked Rhollin, "Will there be a carriage taking you back to the Keep, sir? Or shall I call for one for it is late and the streets are getting more dangerous as the days go by."