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Post by King Redgar Karligar on May 3, 2018 17:43:32 GMT -5
"I suppose it is what it is then. Return them when you pass through again. That is amenable, yes? Let's say that I retain their ownership and you're only borrowing the transport. As... what's the word. Charity. Now I'm sure you're tired. Sir Kalisver, please lead these ladies to their chambers. They've had enough of me, and are ready to rest."
Katrina could tell that it was better to end the conversation now so that she could ply her manipulations more later. A servant appeared and came up behind them. He cleared his throat and gestured for them to follow him. He would lead them through several halls, passing by armed soldiers, and signs of battle on the walls of the ancient castle to a pair of joint rooms. The sleeping spaces each had a bed, a small table and chairs for dining alone or with a small group, and a wardrobe. The rooms were adjoined by doors that lead to a slightly larger common area with a pool for bathing and such. Food was already waiting on the table for them. Two loaves of bread from this morning, cups of Hek'Cruican red wine and the bottle. Some seared salamander beef, and spring vegetables.
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on May 19, 2018 18:30:43 GMT -5
Fyrra didn't know what to make of the castle interior. It had signs of opulence and war scars at the same time. There were plenty of questionable stains on the floors that led her to believe that there was a deadly battle here not long ago. Were the castles occupants usurpers? She was woefully under informed when it came to Cruinthe's history it seemed. Fyrra was surprised to see some Hek'Cruican wine on the table when she reached their rooms. The blockade in the south had created a shortage of the stuff. But again, she was only tangentially aware of that shortage. She took a seat immediately and waited for her companion.
Merrake checked around the room for traps or hidden assassins. Upon satisfying her need to do so she also sat down. Once they were alone she would tear a chunk of bread off, dip it in the wine and have at it. Fyrra would roll her eyes. She enjoyed those two things in a separate bite and sip. After they had their fill, Fyrra spoke up first.
"So what do you think of our hostess?"
"I don't like her. I think she's untrustworthy."
"You're not wrong. She's untrustworthy, that's for sure. We'll ditch the horses at the border with their border guard and return home on foot. Though I loathe to travel on foot any longer, I'd rather not be indebted to that woman. And I'd rather not have any reason to return here after tonight."
"Indeed, I'm with you on that account. I'll keep watch for a while tonight."
"First a bath then. They were good enough to provide one, might as well use it."
Fyrra would be the first to strip down and enter a bath whenever provided for her. She found the waters relaxing if they were a little cool to her tastes. Once she had made herself clean and relaxed she'd find her way to bed and sleep first. Merrake would stay up until the night had half passed, then she'd wake Fyrra to take over the shift.
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Post by King Redgar Karligar on Jul 24, 2018 18:08:53 GMT -5
The Karligar household was quite throughout the night. No one came by their rooms to check on them after the last patrol of the night, which was an hour after they were set in. The night passed quietly. It was hot but not humid, and the air in the castle was nearly stale. Even in their rooms there was hardly a breeze to bring any freshness, not that the air outside was much better. Once night passed through the morning was greeted by steadily climbing temperatures and a knock on the door indicating that breakfast was served at leisure in the great hall. This indicated that the foreign women were more or less allowed to come and go as they pleased. No one would stop them.
The lady of the house was not to be disturbed that morning, or any following hours. In fact she was preparing to leave for a trip to Morith. Now that things had calmed down there and there was a need for her administrative prowess. She was not likely to allow her brother to continue operating in that town like some kind of king. That would be inappropriate. After all, he didn't deserve it in her mind. He wasn't qualified to appreciate what a trade hub like Morith offered. Fine silks, rare and delectable food, gold, jewelry, among other luxuries. Yes, sending him home or to Mardok would be best. She should be the one to control the city. Who cared if it's Governor was out and about.
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Aug 3, 2018 18:28:50 GMT -5
The two women packed up their things and left the following morning. They took the horses down the mountain and towards the north, but left them within sight of the castle before heading for the border by way of turning north around the forest and heading for the Jenkirt River.. As they were not stopped, and had a head start, it was unlikely that anyone would catch up with them. They followed the Jenkirt River until they reached the border, then they turned towards Hillsfar and made the trek towards that small town. They figured they'd be safer there hiding among rural peasants than they'd be in Katrina Karligar's clutches. Once they had rested more they'd make the next leg of the journey towards Korasus.
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