Awesnis Gærwe Nædleprica
Taethowen had just taken a bite of bread slathered with herbed goat's cheese when Thalionwen pulled off the very gaudy bracelet and plopped it on the table. Taeth's eyebrows nearly leapt off her forehead--was it pure gold? Where on earth did Thali get that--but she managed to keep chewing her food, and swallowed it as Thali fairly beamed as she mentioned an admirer.
Admirer, my foot, Taeth thought. She's definitely seeing someone.
"The gown will, uh, definitely have to distract from the bracelet," Taethowen commented as she grabbed some of @Bereth's berries, but she couldn't resist goading her friend a little. "Are you sure this is a gift from an admirer, and not a threat?"
Taethowen had terrible timing, though, as she popped a couple berries in her mouth just as Thalionwen tossed a handful of coin on the table.
It wasn't the fact that Thali tossed the coin down. It was the type of coin. But any thought of the coin quickly left her as she realized she'd tried to breathe a berry instead of swallow one, and a coughing fit quickly overcame her.
When Taeth could actually breathe again, though, Thalionwen was already starting to strike up a conversation with Lady Bereth. The matter of the coin could be dealt with later. That was probably a conversation Thali and Taeth should have privately, anyway.
She quietly gathered the coin and set it on the counter, grabbing her notepad to jot down what she thought Thalionwen had asked for in a gown just prior to her coughing fit, and then retrieved a pitcher of water and some cups to take to the table.
"Will you be at the Summer Festival, Lady Bereth?" Taethowen asked, not having heard Bereth's response to Thalionwen's question. "Awesnis will be hosting a competition, I think. Something fun."
Se Riddermarket of New Beginnings
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Street between Swéte Hunig and Leoht Min Fyr
Her green eyes searches up and down the street, taking advantage of being a step up from the street level. She looks up, measuring the sun on it's place in the sky and the light around her. For a moment she hesitates, the day is dragging on and she really needs to return home, yet she also wants to do a last check to see if the lad Sheemie was around and safe. Then she seems to make up her mind, and she heads in the direction of Leoht Min Fyr.
Outside Ye Olde Pet Shoppe
Her head turns as she passes Ye Olde Pet Shoppe, her ears picking up the howling from it's inside. Surely, it is the sound of a wolf! She tries to peer inside as she passes, but she can only see the movement of a man and what appears to be a dog. She scrunches her nose and squint her eyes to see what is going on inside. Her effort is in wain, she can't see any clearer, so she shakes her head and continues on her way.
«GET THIS INFERNAL BEAST AWAY FROM ME!» The man (Rhainnyn) yells, in the accent belonging to a Gondorian. Amadhrill is not the only shopper that turns quickly around at the yell, and she can see she is not the only one wondering if she should do something. Her hand reaches instinctly to her sword side, but the sword is not there. After more then ten years away from the cavalry, she still reacts as if she is a part of the cavalry. And it takes her a moment to remember that the sword is buried under her old cavalry uniform and other effects from those days. The door opens and a lad hurries out of the door, calling something about getting someone as the door slams behind him.
Her feet seem glued to the ground underneath her, even as most of the shoppers shrugs and move about their business again. There is a wrinkle in her forehead as she weights her options, stay and appear to be the curious shopper, but also perhaps be of use, or return to her business, take a quick stop at Leoht Min Fyr and ask for Sheemie and then return home. The oath she took, oh, perhaps 15 or more years ago, however lays heavily on her, though she knows well she has been released from her duties in the cavalry many a year ago. And these days the cavalry seems to have so few members too... though she must trust that they can and will do their duties, just as she did hers. Her eyes doesn't leave the entrance door, watching it intently. Then she sighs, once again realising that she has become one of «those», the old veterans of the cavalry, no longer a part of the cavalry, yet unable to fully trust that the cavalry can do their work if not watched or perahps hoping that they will be called back to action one day.
She quickly glances around herself, eager not to loose sight of the door and let someone escape that shouldn't. Never taking her eyes fully off the door, she moves slightly, seemingly leaning towards a pole and taking out knitting needles and half-finished sock, the thread seeming to come from the sock itself. Under her dress, however, her feet are ready to sprint, should it be needed, and the knitting can be flung towards whoever is inside.
Her green eyes searches up and down the street, taking advantage of being a step up from the street level. She looks up, measuring the sun on it's place in the sky and the light around her. For a moment she hesitates, the day is dragging on and she really needs to return home, yet she also wants to do a last check to see if the lad Sheemie was around and safe. Then she seems to make up her mind, and she heads in the direction of Leoht Min Fyr.
Outside Ye Olde Pet Shoppe
Her head turns as she passes Ye Olde Pet Shoppe, her ears picking up the howling from it's inside. Surely, it is the sound of a wolf! She tries to peer inside as she passes, but she can only see the movement of a man and what appears to be a dog. She scrunches her nose and squint her eyes to see what is going on inside. Her effort is in wain, she can't see any clearer, so she shakes her head and continues on her way.
«GET THIS INFERNAL BEAST AWAY FROM ME!» The man (Rhainnyn) yells, in the accent belonging to a Gondorian. Amadhrill is not the only shopper that turns quickly around at the yell, and she can see she is not the only one wondering if she should do something. Her hand reaches instinctly to her sword side, but the sword is not there. After more then ten years away from the cavalry, she still reacts as if she is a part of the cavalry. And it takes her a moment to remember that the sword is buried under her old cavalry uniform and other effects from those days. The door opens and a lad hurries out of the door, calling something about getting someone as the door slams behind him.
Her feet seem glued to the ground underneath her, even as most of the shoppers shrugs and move about their business again. There is a wrinkle in her forehead as she weights her options, stay and appear to be the curious shopper, but also perhaps be of use, or return to her business, take a quick stop at Leoht Min Fyr and ask for Sheemie and then return home. The oath she took, oh, perhaps 15 or more years ago, however lays heavily on her, though she knows well she has been released from her duties in the cavalry many a year ago. And these days the cavalry seems to have so few members too... though she must trust that they can and will do their duties, just as she did hers. Her eyes doesn't leave the entrance door, watching it intently. Then she sighs, once again realising that she has become one of «those», the old veterans of the cavalry, no longer a part of the cavalry, yet unable to fully trust that the cavalry can do their work if not watched or perahps hoping that they will be called back to action one day.
She quickly glances around herself, eager not to loose sight of the door and let someone escape that shouldn't. Never taking her eyes fully off the door, she moves slightly, seemingly leaning towards a pole and taking out knitting needles and half-finished sock, the thread seeming to come from the sock itself. Under her dress, however, her feet are ready to sprint, should it be needed, and the knitting can be flung towards whoever is inside.
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Ber’s hand remained midway to her mouth that had yet to close fully, her eyes widened respectively at the fancy bangle and the fascinating coins. The easy banter between the two friends marked a history of closeness, and she switched her gaze between each, beginning to feel as if she should make excuses for an exit so they could dive deeper into their discussion. A black dress in summer? It felt oppressive no matter the weight of the fabric, but it certainly would be elegant. And no dress would hide that ostentatious bauble! She smiled as she carried on her internal dialogue, before surfacing quickly to try and aide Tae’s choking by reaching over to gently pat her back.
Settling back down with a glass of the water offered, she nodded slowly at both Tali and Tae. “Tis all anyone speaks of, this festival. And sounds nothing at all like Mettare. Less formal. More fun!”
Leaning her chin atop a fisted hand, she mused further. “I should like to see it, and had meant to ask Tae to sew something special. But alas, there’s no longer time. I’ve none to impress, so this, the one lone dress I’ve carried with in my travels will have to suffice.”
She began to rummage in her pack for the yellowing dress, but the halted as a thought hit her. “Oh! But I do have something, a gift as well, Tae, that I meant to trade for a new dress. Perhaps as down payment for the future.”
She tugged out a small leather bag the color of the sky at dusk, and emptied it carefully in the table. Our tumbled a full 2 dozen small iridescent white buttons, each studded with impossibly tiny stars connected by a fretwork of wires.
Ber blinked at Tae. “You will ask where I got them, and I will claim I don’t remember. But I thought of you when they became mine”. She then smiled and sat back, as if a load had been lifted from her shoulders.
Ber’s hand remained midway to her mouth that had yet to close fully, her eyes widened respectively at the fancy bangle and the fascinating coins. The easy banter between the two friends marked a history of closeness, and she switched her gaze between each, beginning to feel as if she should make excuses for an exit so they could dive deeper into their discussion. A black dress in summer? It felt oppressive no matter the weight of the fabric, but it certainly would be elegant. And no dress would hide that ostentatious bauble! She smiled as she carried on her internal dialogue, before surfacing quickly to try and aide Tae’s choking by reaching over to gently pat her back.
Settling back down with a glass of the water offered, she nodded slowly at both Tali and Tae. “Tis all anyone speaks of, this festival. And sounds nothing at all like Mettare. Less formal. More fun!”
Leaning her chin atop a fisted hand, she mused further. “I should like to see it, and had meant to ask Tae to sew something special. But alas, there’s no longer time. I’ve none to impress, so this, the one lone dress I’ve carried with in my travels will have to suffice.”
She began to rummage in her pack for the yellowing dress, but the halted as a thought hit her. “Oh! But I do have something, a gift as well, Tae, that I meant to trade for a new dress. Perhaps as down payment for the future.”
She tugged out a small leather bag the color of the sky at dusk, and emptied it carefully in the table. Our tumbled a full 2 dozen small iridescent white buttons, each studded with impossibly tiny stars connected by a fretwork of wires.
Ber blinked at Tae. “You will ask where I got them, and I will claim I don’t remember. But I thought of you when they became mine”. She then smiled and sat back, as if a load had been lifted from her shoulders.
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The streets
Rowena had decided to go talk to Shivased about the missing money. Perhaps some other shops had things missing. And surely she'd know if they did. It wasn't two steps into the road before her brother was at her side. 'Huh? What are you doing out of your shop? Don't you have work to do?'
'Yes… but it's difficult when I'm an anvil and set of tools short. I was just going to report it to Shiv,' Rhys replied.
'Wait… Shiv? You knew I was in the Riddermarket today, and Audley's shop is closer, why wouldn't you come to me?'
'You really want me to answer that sis? Anyway, what are you doing out of the shop. You're supposed to be the person writing crap down for Audley.'
Rowena shook her head. 'We're missing funds. I was going to see if Shiv had any other reports of things missing, and I'd investigate since I technically don't HAVE to be trapped in a shop.'
'Missing funds?! You got to be kidding. We just reopened the Ridderma-- hold it. Isn't that Jacen?'
Rowena looked in the direction Rhys was looking. 'Huh. It is. Wonder where he's going so fast.'
'Yeah. He looks in a very big hurry.' Rhys shrugged his shoulders, then took his sister's hand and put it on his arm so he could escort her.
'Oh decided to be a gentleman today, huh?'
'I'm always a gentleman!' Rhys said, feigning offense.
'Uh huh… right.' She laughed and let her brother escort her to their friend's shop.
Ye Olde Pet Shoppe
The duo approached the pet store and entered just in time to hear Shivased claim she was detaining someone. They were shocked to hear the words to the point that neither noticed Drefan was in the shop. Rowena recognized Amadhrill just outside the shop, and saluted her. 'I heard you got your preferred Eored. Must admit, I'm sad I won't see you roam the halls of the deep, but that's me being selfish. Meduseld needs you more than the Westmark.' She gave the woman what she hoped was a warm smile (though, as usual, such a look looked ill place on her face) She then gave the woman a salute and pushed her way inside.
'WAIT WHAT?! You can't do that!' The man said. 'I committed no crime. You can't just hold me because of who my father is!!!!'
Rowena stared at the youth, her brain a frazzled mess. Rhys folded his arms and spoke, 'She is the first Marshal of the Mark, I dare say she can. And quite frankly, I'm keen on hearing what you have to say for yourself too.'
Drefan again howled, finally catching Rowena's attention, and drawing her eyes to the fact he was attacking the man's pockets. 'Oi! Drefan down. That is highly innappropriate. Criminal or not.' She folded her eyes and glared at Shivased. 'I'm sure you have your reasons for wanting to interrogate him, but I agree with him,' she nodded at the man being detained. 'You can't just detain him because his father is Cuthbert.'
When Drefan refused to listen to her, Rowena sighed. Damn wolf. It would be the death of her. 'I said down, Drefan. I also distinctly remember telling you to stay put and not bother anyone. Is it so hard to listen to me just once in your life.'
Drefan snarled at her.
'FINE! What is in your pocket boy?' Rowena asked.
'Nothing too interesting. Just herbs ma'am.'
'Oh, good, maybe I can find a use for them in the infirmary.' She held out her hand expecting him to hand them to her.
Rhainnyn sighed. This was not how things were supposed to go. But Rowena was also sticking up for him. Was she insane? He paused for a moment trying to decide whether or not he should voluntarily give up what was in his pocket. Finally he decided he'd be better off if he did. Was pointless trying to hide at this point. 'Okay fine. They're not just any old herbs.' He pulled out the small packet and handed it to Rowena. 'You know what they are.'
Rowena opened the packet and shook her head. 'Okay, fine. Drefan, you are good boy.' She pocketed the herbs. 'Well, at least we know you have access to the very ingredient in the poison that nearly killed me. Doesn't look too good for you, buddy. You better start talking. And make it snappy.'
'Yes ma'am.' Rhainnyn sighed and said, 'You're right… I'm under the supervision of my father. But I don't exactly have a choice. My best friend was killed three years ago… I have to do this to get justice for him.'
'Mind elaborating on how carrying a toxic plant is supposed to get your friend justice?'
'My friend was your brother Eamon…'
'I kinda figured that out. Your father did attempt to kidnap me, and that's why he's in prison right now.'
'Yeah you tricked him into bringing you back to Rohan where you could arrest him!' Rhainnyn hissed.
'Watch it, or you won't be on the recieving end of my mercy. And trust me, you'd rather be on my good side than my bad side, especially when you're already being detained by the First Marshal.' She folded her arms. 'Now again, why is carrying this around supposed to get Eamon justice.'
'I don't know yet. All I know is that my dad has friends everywhere, and can easily have me killed if I don't do as he wants, and then I really won't be able to get Eamon justice.'
'Your father is rotting in a jail cell… How the bloody hell can he orchestrate anything from a cell.'
Rhainnyn shrugged. 'He must have people in your Eored.'
'Wait-- WHAT?!' The thought never occurred to her, but it did make sense. She looked at Shivased. 'I have a proposition to make.'
Rhys shook his head. He knew where this was going. He didn't like it. And he knew that meant Audley would HATE it. And it probably would cue his bodyguard mode again. Which Rowena hated. 'Annie, think before you speak.'
'I have Rhys. Now shut up. This is none of your business.'
'EXCUSE ME?! I'm as much an Ellenweorc as you are, and its our family that's been under attack.'
'And this isn't about just our family Rhys. This is a Cavalry matter now. So shut up.'
Rhys growled. 'Fine, but fair warning, you know its going to initiate Audley's protective mode.'
Rowena snorted. 'That mode is always on, you idiot.' She turned back to Shivased. 'Release the boy. We can get more information if he's free. And I will personally investigate the whole matter. In fact, I just recieved word that this kid's grandfather died, and grandmother is ill. It sounds suspiciously like what's plagued a number of us.' She sighed and looked at the boy. 'He'll be under my watchful eye.'
'Marshal ma'am… Why are you giving me a chance?'
'Because I have had a lot of friends in your shoes who thought they had no other choice. Plus, I have a feeling you can lead me to the person who killed my sister and Eamon.'
'Wait… they were killed by the same person? I didn't know that.'
'Seems your dad didn't inform you of some valuable information, didn't he.'
'I'll say.'
'Now tell me about your grandparents.'
'I swear to all that is good and holy, I didn't even know they were sick. I had to come here to find that. It's surprisingly hard to track down.'
'I'm not that surprised. There is only one Isen River.'
'Yeah, and its out of season for it to grow right now… So I had to try and find a contact of Father's to get it.'
'So what were you planning to do with this?'
'I have no idea. I was going to the Westfold to wait for word on what to do with it. One of Father's contacts lives there.'
'Where?'
'On your farm…'
'You've GOT to be KIDDING!!! Does this never end? Who?'
'I don't know yet.'
'What do you mean yet?'
'I usually don't have prior knowledge of his contacts. He just tells me where to go and what to do and when.'
'What has he told you to do in the past?'
'Nothing too big. Mostly run messages between people.'
'What kind of messages?'
'Orders for his contacts to do various things.'
'So does that mean you've run messages to the person who killed my siblings?'
'I don't know… Who killed them?'
'A man named Gareth.'
'Oh…'
'What's oh?'
'Yes I have delivered messages to him. He moves around a lot and wears various disguises so people don't track him down.'
'Doesn't surprise me.'
'It doesn't?'
'Again you seem to be missing information. Gareth used to work under me. Way back in the old days before I joined the Cavalry. He also is my cousin on my dad's side.'
'Oh…' Rhainnyn was starting to get an idea that his Father didn't treasure him as much as he thought he did.
'Elene and Samuel. Who poisoned them?' Rowena asked.
'I don't know. I know it looks like I did since I was living with them, but I honestly don't know.'
'It wasn't you?'
'No ma'am.'
Rowena pursed her lips. Well that changed things. 'How can I trust anything you're saying?'
'Ma'am… Eamon was my best friend. I wouldn't have done anything to betray that friendship.'
'Except do work for your dad. And you know despite the fact we here don't much care for Eamon, Eamon was devoted to us.'
'That's true ma'am. But I swear on my grandfather's grave, you said he is dead right?'
'Yes, I did.'
'Then I swear on my grandfather's grave I was not responsible for your aunt and uncle's deaths.'
'Did Eamon start acting differently around that time?'
'No ma'am… Well, wait… Actually he did start working a lot harder in your uncle's business, and kept trying to convince him to hand over more of the business.'
'Suspicious…' Rowena looked at Shivased. 'I definitely think I need to go to Gondor, by your leave. And I intend to investigate this. Like I said before, I don't think its wise to imprison him. I think we should let him go under the guise of working for his father still, so we can find out who all his Father's cohorts are… Particularly the ones in my Eored.'
Rowena had decided to go talk to Shivased about the missing money. Perhaps some other shops had things missing. And surely she'd know if they did. It wasn't two steps into the road before her brother was at her side. 'Huh? What are you doing out of your shop? Don't you have work to do?'
'Yes… but it's difficult when I'm an anvil and set of tools short. I was just going to report it to Shiv,' Rhys replied.
'Wait… Shiv? You knew I was in the Riddermarket today, and Audley's shop is closer, why wouldn't you come to me?'
'You really want me to answer that sis? Anyway, what are you doing out of the shop. You're supposed to be the person writing crap down for Audley.'
Rowena shook her head. 'We're missing funds. I was going to see if Shiv had any other reports of things missing, and I'd investigate since I technically don't HAVE to be trapped in a shop.'
'Missing funds?! You got to be kidding. We just reopened the Ridderma-- hold it. Isn't that Jacen?'
Rowena looked in the direction Rhys was looking. 'Huh. It is. Wonder where he's going so fast.'
'Yeah. He looks in a very big hurry.' Rhys shrugged his shoulders, then took his sister's hand and put it on his arm so he could escort her.
'Oh decided to be a gentleman today, huh?'
'I'm always a gentleman!' Rhys said, feigning offense.
'Uh huh… right.' She laughed and let her brother escort her to their friend's shop.
Ye Olde Pet Shoppe
The duo approached the pet store and entered just in time to hear Shivased claim she was detaining someone. They were shocked to hear the words to the point that neither noticed Drefan was in the shop. Rowena recognized Amadhrill just outside the shop, and saluted her. 'I heard you got your preferred Eored. Must admit, I'm sad I won't see you roam the halls of the deep, but that's me being selfish. Meduseld needs you more than the Westmark.' She gave the woman what she hoped was a warm smile (though, as usual, such a look looked ill place on her face) She then gave the woman a salute and pushed her way inside.
'WAIT WHAT?! You can't do that!' The man said. 'I committed no crime. You can't just hold me because of who my father is!!!!'
Rowena stared at the youth, her brain a frazzled mess. Rhys folded his arms and spoke, 'She is the first Marshal of the Mark, I dare say she can. And quite frankly, I'm keen on hearing what you have to say for yourself too.'
Drefan again howled, finally catching Rowena's attention, and drawing her eyes to the fact he was attacking the man's pockets. 'Oi! Drefan down. That is highly innappropriate. Criminal or not.' She folded her eyes and glared at Shivased. 'I'm sure you have your reasons for wanting to interrogate him, but I agree with him,' she nodded at the man being detained. 'You can't just detain him because his father is Cuthbert.'
When Drefan refused to listen to her, Rowena sighed. Damn wolf. It would be the death of her. 'I said down, Drefan. I also distinctly remember telling you to stay put and not bother anyone. Is it so hard to listen to me just once in your life.'
Drefan snarled at her.
'FINE! What is in your pocket boy?' Rowena asked.
'Nothing too interesting. Just herbs ma'am.'
'Oh, good, maybe I can find a use for them in the infirmary.' She held out her hand expecting him to hand them to her.
Rhainnyn sighed. This was not how things were supposed to go. But Rowena was also sticking up for him. Was she insane? He paused for a moment trying to decide whether or not he should voluntarily give up what was in his pocket. Finally he decided he'd be better off if he did. Was pointless trying to hide at this point. 'Okay fine. They're not just any old herbs.' He pulled out the small packet and handed it to Rowena. 'You know what they are.'
Rowena opened the packet and shook her head. 'Okay, fine. Drefan, you are good boy.' She pocketed the herbs. 'Well, at least we know you have access to the very ingredient in the poison that nearly killed me. Doesn't look too good for you, buddy. You better start talking. And make it snappy.'
'Yes ma'am.' Rhainnyn sighed and said, 'You're right… I'm under the supervision of my father. But I don't exactly have a choice. My best friend was killed three years ago… I have to do this to get justice for him.'
'Mind elaborating on how carrying a toxic plant is supposed to get your friend justice?'
'My friend was your brother Eamon…'
'I kinda figured that out. Your father did attempt to kidnap me, and that's why he's in prison right now.'
'Yeah you tricked him into bringing you back to Rohan where you could arrest him!' Rhainnyn hissed.
'Watch it, or you won't be on the recieving end of my mercy. And trust me, you'd rather be on my good side than my bad side, especially when you're already being detained by the First Marshal.' She folded her arms. 'Now again, why is carrying this around supposed to get Eamon justice.'
'I don't know yet. All I know is that my dad has friends everywhere, and can easily have me killed if I don't do as he wants, and then I really won't be able to get Eamon justice.'
'Your father is rotting in a jail cell… How the bloody hell can he orchestrate anything from a cell.'
Rhainnyn shrugged. 'He must have people in your Eored.'
'Wait-- WHAT?!' The thought never occurred to her, but it did make sense. She looked at Shivased. 'I have a proposition to make.'
Rhys shook his head. He knew where this was going. He didn't like it. And he knew that meant Audley would HATE it. And it probably would cue his bodyguard mode again. Which Rowena hated. 'Annie, think before you speak.'
'I have Rhys. Now shut up. This is none of your business.'
'EXCUSE ME?! I'm as much an Ellenweorc as you are, and its our family that's been under attack.'
'And this isn't about just our family Rhys. This is a Cavalry matter now. So shut up.'
Rhys growled. 'Fine, but fair warning, you know its going to initiate Audley's protective mode.'
Rowena snorted. 'That mode is always on, you idiot.' She turned back to Shivased. 'Release the boy. We can get more information if he's free. And I will personally investigate the whole matter. In fact, I just recieved word that this kid's grandfather died, and grandmother is ill. It sounds suspiciously like what's plagued a number of us.' She sighed and looked at the boy. 'He'll be under my watchful eye.'
'Marshal ma'am… Why are you giving me a chance?'
'Because I have had a lot of friends in your shoes who thought they had no other choice. Plus, I have a feeling you can lead me to the person who killed my sister and Eamon.'
'Wait… they were killed by the same person? I didn't know that.'
'Seems your dad didn't inform you of some valuable information, didn't he.'
'I'll say.'
'Now tell me about your grandparents.'
'I swear to all that is good and holy, I didn't even know they were sick. I had to come here to find that. It's surprisingly hard to track down.'
'I'm not that surprised. There is only one Isen River.'
'Yeah, and its out of season for it to grow right now… So I had to try and find a contact of Father's to get it.'
'So what were you planning to do with this?'
'I have no idea. I was going to the Westfold to wait for word on what to do with it. One of Father's contacts lives there.'
'Where?'
'On your farm…'
'You've GOT to be KIDDING!!! Does this never end? Who?'
'I don't know yet.'
'What do you mean yet?'
'I usually don't have prior knowledge of his contacts. He just tells me where to go and what to do and when.'
'What has he told you to do in the past?'
'Nothing too big. Mostly run messages between people.'
'What kind of messages?'
'Orders for his contacts to do various things.'
'So does that mean you've run messages to the person who killed my siblings?'
'I don't know… Who killed them?'
'A man named Gareth.'
'Oh…'
'What's oh?'
'Yes I have delivered messages to him. He moves around a lot and wears various disguises so people don't track him down.'
'Doesn't surprise me.'
'It doesn't?'
'Again you seem to be missing information. Gareth used to work under me. Way back in the old days before I joined the Cavalry. He also is my cousin on my dad's side.'
'Oh…' Rhainnyn was starting to get an idea that his Father didn't treasure him as much as he thought he did.
'Elene and Samuel. Who poisoned them?' Rowena asked.
'I don't know. I know it looks like I did since I was living with them, but I honestly don't know.'
'It wasn't you?'
'No ma'am.'
Rowena pursed her lips. Well that changed things. 'How can I trust anything you're saying?'
'Ma'am… Eamon was my best friend. I wouldn't have done anything to betray that friendship.'
'Except do work for your dad. And you know despite the fact we here don't much care for Eamon, Eamon was devoted to us.'
'That's true ma'am. But I swear on my grandfather's grave, you said he is dead right?'
'Yes, I did.'
'Then I swear on my grandfather's grave I was not responsible for your aunt and uncle's deaths.'
'Did Eamon start acting differently around that time?'
'No ma'am… Well, wait… Actually he did start working a lot harder in your uncle's business, and kept trying to convince him to hand over more of the business.'
'Suspicious…' Rowena looked at Shivased. 'I definitely think I need to go to Gondor, by your leave. And I intend to investigate this. Like I said before, I don't think its wise to imprison him. I think we should let him go under the guise of working for his father still, so we can find out who all his Father's cohorts are… Particularly the ones in my Eored.'
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"Oh, Mettarë!" Taeth laughed, though a little hoarsely, as Bereth mentioned it. "It's been so long since I've been to a proper Mettarë feast. Didn't you used to host it? Do you think you will again this year?"
Bereth began to rummage through her sack, saying she meant to commission a gown but feared Taeth wouldn't have the time. She was about to stand and go search through some of the unfinished projects the previous seamstress had left behind when Bereth pulled a leather pouch out and dumped the contents out on the table.
Taeth's breath caught in her throat again, though thankfully without the hindrance of food in the way this time, as the tiny white buttons tumbled out onto the table. In awe, Tae reached out plucked one of them off the table, holding it up to let the light glint off of it.
"Are these... are these opal? And mithril? I've never seen anything like this before, and they are stunning. These must be worth a small fortune!"
With the eagerness and curiosity of a small child, Taethowen reached down and scooped up several of the buttons to pass them back and forth between her palms. It was like she held starlight in her hands. After a few moments, she made herself put the buttons down.
"Oh Bereth, this can probably pay for a whole new wardrobe for you, unless you're wanting something especially extravagant," Taeth said before she took a sip of water and another bite of bread and cheese. When she'd swallowed--somewhat cautiously--she continued. "As for the Summer Festival, though, I think I can work something out for you. The seamstress that was running Awesnis--rather poorly, in all honesty--before I returned, left some abandoned commissions in the back. I've been unable to track down any client they might belong to, and I think there's a summer gown or two back there that might work for you."
Taeth turned back to Thalio, who had gotten distracted by her gaudy bracelet and was lost in thought with a very, very strange smile on her face. "And you, are you sure you want a black dress for the Summer Festival? Just plain black? It's going to be hot, even if I make it from my lightest linen."
"Oh, Mettarë!" Taeth laughed, though a little hoarsely, as Bereth mentioned it. "It's been so long since I've been to a proper Mettarë feast. Didn't you used to host it? Do you think you will again this year?"
Bereth began to rummage through her sack, saying she meant to commission a gown but feared Taeth wouldn't have the time. She was about to stand and go search through some of the unfinished projects the previous seamstress had left behind when Bereth pulled a leather pouch out and dumped the contents out on the table.
Taeth's breath caught in her throat again, though thankfully without the hindrance of food in the way this time, as the tiny white buttons tumbled out onto the table. In awe, Tae reached out plucked one of them off the table, holding it up to let the light glint off of it.
"Are these... are these opal? And mithril? I've never seen anything like this before, and they are stunning. These must be worth a small fortune!"
With the eagerness and curiosity of a small child, Taethowen reached down and scooped up several of the buttons to pass them back and forth between her palms. It was like she held starlight in her hands. After a few moments, she made herself put the buttons down.
"Oh Bereth, this can probably pay for a whole new wardrobe for you, unless you're wanting something especially extravagant," Taeth said before she took a sip of water and another bite of bread and cheese. When she'd swallowed--somewhat cautiously--she continued. "As for the Summer Festival, though, I think I can work something out for you. The seamstress that was running Awesnis--rather poorly, in all honesty--before I returned, left some abandoned commissions in the back. I've been unable to track down any client they might belong to, and I think there's a summer gown or two back there that might work for you."
Taeth turned back to Thalio, who had gotten distracted by her gaudy bracelet and was lost in thought with a very, very strange smile on her face. "And you, are you sure you want a black dress for the Summer Festival? Just plain black? It's going to be hot, even if I make it from my lightest linen."
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"Sheemie Rheus!" Beda bellowed, barely stopping herself from tossing the mouse, candy and all, straight up in the air and shrieking. "Come get this ... this critter right now! This was to be your candy that he is now sitting pretty on." She glanced down into her upturned palm, praying she saw naught more than the candy and mouse. Mice left behind such disgusting droppings.
Turning her attention back to Taedwyn. with the one arm outstretched awaiting Sheemie's removal of the accursed rodent, she apologized for the interruption and asked again, "Is there anything else I can help you with? If not, perhaps we can settle up. I do not want to take more of your time, as you have been so kind."
As eager as she had been earlier to talk at length with the stranger, she was now just as eager to see him gone, before Sheemie and friend caused a bigger scene. Not to mention, she was curious as to why Sheemie needed her help.
NPC Beda
"Sheemie Rheus!" Beda bellowed, barely stopping herself from tossing the mouse, candy and all, straight up in the air and shrieking. "Come get this ... this critter right now! This was to be your candy that he is now sitting pretty on." She glanced down into her upturned palm, praying she saw naught more than the candy and mouse. Mice left behind such disgusting droppings.
Turning her attention back to Taedwyn. with the one arm outstretched awaiting Sheemie's removal of the accursed rodent, she apologized for the interruption and asked again, "Is there anything else I can help you with? If not, perhaps we can settle up. I do not want to take more of your time, as you have been so kind."
As eager as she had been earlier to talk at length with the stranger, she was now just as eager to see him gone, before Sheemie and friend caused a bigger scene. Not to mention, she was curious as to why Sheemie needed her help.
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THE RIDDERMARKET IS TEMPORARILY CLOSED
The marketplace will re-open, either here or in a new thread, when the Festival is complete, so stay tuned. Until then feel free to head over to the Summer Festival Fairgrounds and Scavenger Hunt (viewtopic.php?f=12&t=320 ) where the Riddermarket has been temporarily moved!
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Cal' had finally recovered from the bashing and bruising of the Tub race. He hadn't seen Léowine since the race ended but he hoped he'd meet his team mate again. It was a sunny day in Edoras and he guessed the best place to find about a town (and meet people) would be the market place. He walked along the streets looking at the shops. Maybe today he would buy something to take to his mother in Gondor, of maybe just something tasty too eat. Too many shops. Where to begin?
Cal' had finally recovered from the bashing and bruising of the Tub race. He hadn't seen Léowine since the race ended but he hoped he'd meet his team mate again. It was a sunny day in Edoras and he guessed the best place to find about a town (and meet people) would be the market place. He walked along the streets looking at the shops. Maybe today he would buy something to take to his mother in Gondor, of maybe just something tasty too eat. Too many shops. Where to begin?
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THIS THREAD IS CLOSED
To shop in the Riddermarket, head over to the new thread here: viewtopic.php?f=12&t=417
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