Rothan
Another mer wandered up next to him as he ate his breakfast, "Morning," he said, his accent reminded Rothan of Gnisis, certainly it was Wast Gash.
"A clear one Vivec be praised," he replied.
"You come in on the caravan yesterday?"
"Yes."
"Are the rumours true?"
Rothan smiled, he'd wandered why he was being spoken to. "Depends what they are, there was an incident at the old shrine though, yes."
The mer's eyebrows went up, "Hmm, that's bad stuff that. Name's Edril," Rothan shook the proffered hand.
"Rothan," he replied.
"Good to meat you, a priest I presume. Exactly what we need..." Edril stopped as if he hadn't meant to say it aloud, "What about the ashlander army which attacked?"
Rothan shook his head, "Hardly and army, only and few and they just hit a few of us who stayed behind. I was there and I'll tell you all about it if you do me a favour."
"What?"
"Why do you not want more priests, and is organisation really as poor as it seems?"
Edril looked uncomfortable, "Well..."
"Don't worry, I need to know. What's said here won't be repeated. You have my word."
"Fine then. The two are the same question. There's too many people thinking they're in charge and too few actually doing the work. They're pulling in different directions but they all have mandates to do what they're doing. You could hardly make a bigger disaster if you tried." He breathed, "And the supplies are poorly ordered, either not there or in the wrong place, ordered wrong."
Rothan nodded, "Any particular people?"
Edril shrugged, "How would we know, we get our orders, we do them. Even if it is digging up work that was done the other day to make foundations."
Rothan nodded again, "Thanks... that's most interesting... Now you wanted to hear what happened..."
Rothan finished his breakfast as he came to the conclusion of a story, which while not strictly untrue, was vague enough to keep people guessing. He made his excuses and wandered into the jumbled tents. Something was wrong. Someone, or ones, weren't doing their jobs as assiduously as they should have been, tussling for position. But he was shocked it had slid this far. All he had was the rantings of an angry labourer though, he needed something more concrete.
He made his way through the crowds heading to start their shifts and towards the administrative section.
Full Version: The Ghostfence rp: Playground 2
Haz
Haz was awakened by the steady rythm of the wardrums.
"What is the meaning of this? Is the camp under attack?" He thought, trained reflexes rising him from his light slumber to full awareness in an instant. He looked around but saw only the usual number of guards outside the slave's pen. None of them seemed surprised or even merely uneasy at hearing the sound. The same thing could be said for the other slaves. They woke up as he did, but somewhat slower and with only the usual measure of fear any slave would feel in this place. The Argonian matched their pace, slowly lifting himself up from the ground while pretending to be somewhat groggy but used to this moment.
"Must be a regular call then. Wait, there are the drums, right next to that tent. It's a wakeup-call for the slaves. They must use a different rythm during a real emergency. Hmmph, I might just find out what rythm that is in a few days." His train of thought continued.
"Alright, you beasts! Form up in line for breakfast. Don't linger about, you lazy maggots! Construction work is scheduled to commence in ten minutes!" A guard barked, waving his hand at two clerks bringing a pot of...Haz didn't want to know what it was. The smell was horrible, even to the nose of one born and bred in the marshlands of Argonia. He also noticed with some worry that the pot, while enormous, was far too small to give every slave a proper meal.
"But then again, we are mere animals in their eyes. Their own kin has a higher priority when it comes down to meals. No doubt the pot only contains the left-overs mixed together. Besides, a hungry slave is a weak slave. Especially with these Orcs, you don't want their muscles to be bulging with the fat of a five-course diner."
Haz purposefully positioned himself near the end of the line. He had been privy to plenty of meals during the journey and felt that he needed the nutritional value of this...sludge less than his many brethren. At least for now. He knew that he would need to keep himself well-fed so he had the stamina to perform his duty. At some point, he would be forced to procure an alternate source of food to keep his body in peak condition.
Eno Arval
Spartan as it was, it did not take Eno long to finish his breakfast. The flipside of the matter was that it was a barely filling breakfast as well. The old man swiped the few crumbs from his lap and stood up, wincing slightly at the creaking of his joints.
"I'm really getting too old for sitting on the ground. But enough of that. I'd better take my bags and go register at the...err...at the office." He muttered to himself. Scarcely a moment later his eyes widened slightly when he couldn't find his bags anywhere near him.
"Wait, where did they go? I'm sure I put them on the ground right next to the guar last evening. Yes, I'm sure of it. I even took out the flute and some tools from them." He frowned and rubbed the back of his head.
"It's simply not possible that I've misplaced them. But still...where are they? Hmm, I guess I really did misplace them after all then. Odd...I don't see them lying any further away. There are some bags, but they're not mine. I clearly marked them...Maybe next to one of the other campfires? Oh hey, there's Rothan. I'll ask him. Maybe he's seen them." The man continued, still mumbling to himself. The priest walked by slowly, but with a clear purpose and little eye for those around him.
"He looks busy though, maybe I shouldn't disturb him. Oh, if he doesn't have time he can just say so."
"Excuse me, sir Rothan! Could I have a second of your time to ask you something? It won't take long, I promise!"
Haz was awakened by the steady rythm of the wardrums.
"What is the meaning of this? Is the camp under attack?" He thought, trained reflexes rising him from his light slumber to full awareness in an instant. He looked around but saw only the usual number of guards outside the slave's pen. None of them seemed surprised or even merely uneasy at hearing the sound. The same thing could be said for the other slaves. They woke up as he did, but somewhat slower and with only the usual measure of fear any slave would feel in this place. The Argonian matched their pace, slowly lifting himself up from the ground while pretending to be somewhat groggy but used to this moment.
"Must be a regular call then. Wait, there are the drums, right next to that tent. It's a wakeup-call for the slaves. They must use a different rythm during a real emergency. Hmmph, I might just find out what rythm that is in a few days." His train of thought continued.
"Alright, you beasts! Form up in line for breakfast. Don't linger about, you lazy maggots! Construction work is scheduled to commence in ten minutes!" A guard barked, waving his hand at two clerks bringing a pot of...Haz didn't want to know what it was. The smell was horrible, even to the nose of one born and bred in the marshlands of Argonia. He also noticed with some worry that the pot, while enormous, was far too small to give every slave a proper meal.
"But then again, we are mere animals in their eyes. Their own kin has a higher priority when it comes down to meals. No doubt the pot only contains the left-overs mixed together. Besides, a hungry slave is a weak slave. Especially with these Orcs, you don't want their muscles to be bulging with the fat of a five-course diner."
Haz purposefully positioned himself near the end of the line. He had been privy to plenty of meals during the journey and felt that he needed the nutritional value of this...sludge less than his many brethren. At least for now. He knew that he would need to keep himself well-fed so he had the stamina to perform his duty. At some point, he would be forced to procure an alternate source of food to keep his body in peak condition.
Eno Arval
Spartan as it was, it did not take Eno long to finish his breakfast. The flipside of the matter was that it was a barely filling breakfast as well. The old man swiped the few crumbs from his lap and stood up, wincing slightly at the creaking of his joints.
"I'm really getting too old for sitting on the ground. But enough of that. I'd better take my bags and go register at the...err...at the office." He muttered to himself. Scarcely a moment later his eyes widened slightly when he couldn't find his bags anywhere near him.
"Wait, where did they go? I'm sure I put them on the ground right next to the guar last evening. Yes, I'm sure of it. I even took out the flute and some tools from them." He frowned and rubbed the back of his head.
"It's simply not possible that I've misplaced them. But still...where are they? Hmm, I guess I really did misplace them after all then. Odd...I don't see them lying any further away. There are some bags, but they're not mine. I clearly marked them...Maybe next to one of the other campfires? Oh hey, there's Rothan. I'll ask him. Maybe he's seen them." The man continued, still mumbling to himself. The priest walked by slowly, but with a clear purpose and little eye for those around him.
"He looks busy though, maybe I shouldn't disturb him. Oh, if he doesn't have time he can just say so."
"Excuse me, sir Rothan! Could I have a second of your time to ask you something? It won't take long, I promise!"
Rothan
Rothan looked when he heard his name called, he saw Eno waving him over and turned towards the older man. Searching the administrative section could wait.
"Yes sera? What is it you look worried?" he would have left it there but he spoke before thinking, "You haven't noticed anything out of place since you arrived have you? It's seemed a bit disorganised to me."
Rothan looked when he heard his name called, he saw Eno waving him over and turned towards the older man. Searching the administrative section could wait.
"Yes sera? What is it you look worried?" he would have left it there but he spoke before thinking, "You haven't noticed anything out of place since you arrived have you? It's seemed a bit disorganised to me."
Eno Arval
Rothan's question caught him off-guard.
"Anything out of place you say? Well, I'm not sure I could help you with that even if I did saw something. This is my first time on a constructionsite this big so I don't know what is in place and what is out." He said apologetically.
"Or...perhaps your problem is related to mine. You see, I am looking for my bags. They're nothing special, just the standard brown ones everyone holds but I'd marked mine with a red scarf. They held the supplies I was carrying for this project, along with my journal, most of my food, some other personal assets. Anyway, the contents aren't that important, other than the journal. I am positive I put them down over there last night but I can't seem to find them anywhere. It could be that someone picked them up, mistaking them for his own...although I doubt he would have missed the scarf. It's got my family's name and crest sewn into it."
Rothan's question caught him off-guard.
"Anything out of place you say? Well, I'm not sure I could help you with that even if I did saw something. This is my first time on a constructionsite this big so I don't know what is in place and what is out." He said apologetically.
"Or...perhaps your problem is related to mine. You see, I am looking for my bags. They're nothing special, just the standard brown ones everyone holds but I'd marked mine with a red scarf. They held the supplies I was carrying for this project, along with my journal, most of my food, some other personal assets. Anyway, the contents aren't that important, other than the journal. I am positive I put them down over there last night but I can't seem to find them anywhere. It could be that someone picked them up, mistaking them for his own...although I doubt he would have missed the scarf. It's got my family's name and crest sewn into it."
Rothan
Rothan paused, chasing after bags wasn't exactly what he'd planned, but it was an excuse to have a look at the supplies. "Could be," he said, "I can't imagine anyone would want to steal them, unless they'd lost their own perhaps... And idea what was in them?"
He turned back towards where the temple administered the site and the incoming goods, "We'll have a look. Might even be that they still have the scarf on them." He started up towards the low building.
Rothan paused, chasing after bags wasn't exactly what he'd planned, but it was an excuse to have a look at the supplies. "Could be," he said, "I can't imagine anyone would want to steal them, unless they'd lost their own perhaps... And idea what was in them?"
He turned back towards where the temple administered the site and the incoming goods, "We'll have a look. Might even be that they still have the scarf on them." He started up towards the low building.
Eno Arval
"Ah, what was in it? As I said, not much. The supplies I was to deliver for one and I suppose they matter the most. If they've just been taken in then I have no complaint, other than the desire to see that a clerk has properly written it out on a form somewhere. Other than that, some minor trinkets and my journal. I would really like my journal back. I can't ply my trade without making use of the notes I've written down over the years."
He followed the priest towards the temple-run area.
"You have my gratitude. I'll keep an eye out and notify you if I see anything odd. It is only fair to return a favour, after all."
"Ah, what was in it? As I said, not much. The supplies I was to deliver for one and I suppose they matter the most. If they've just been taken in then I have no complaint, other than the desire to see that a clerk has properly written it out on a form somewhere. Other than that, some minor trinkets and my journal. I would really like my journal back. I can't ply my trade without making use of the notes I've written down over the years."
He followed the priest towards the temple-run area.
"You have my gratitude. I'll keep an eye out and notify you if I see anything odd. It is only fair to return a favour, after all."
Rothan
"Thank you," said Rothan as they approached the store. It was a roughly made building with a stone lower story which had wooden extensions jutting from every side and even a smaller second floor which looked as if it had been added as an afterthought. He briefly wondered if any magic was involved in holding it together but discarded the idea, it would have been easier simply to do a better job. The front entrance was thronged with labourers queueing for supplies, clerks trying to order the recent influx of sacks from the caravan, which was still continuing at a queue on the far side. A few guards stood looking bored and smoking hackle-lo and through it all bureaucrats moved filling in and passing around forms and generally adding to the feel of disorder.
"I think," said Rothan with a grin, "That it may be faster to see if we can find a more direct way in. Especially seeing as neither of us is registered yet."
He started off to the side and round the back of the store, there was bound to be a back door or loading hatch, or even a window. Though whether Eno would be willing to use the last option was another matter. He needed Eno there though, it was an excuse for a good poke around and would draw less attention even if anyone did realise they weren't meant to be there.
OOC: are you expecting to find Eno's sacks?
"Thank you," said Rothan as they approached the store. It was a roughly made building with a stone lower story which had wooden extensions jutting from every side and even a smaller second floor which looked as if it had been added as an afterthought. He briefly wondered if any magic was involved in holding it together but discarded the idea, it would have been easier simply to do a better job. The front entrance was thronged with labourers queueing for supplies, clerks trying to order the recent influx of sacks from the caravan, which was still continuing at a queue on the far side. A few guards stood looking bored and smoking hackle-lo and through it all bureaucrats moved filling in and passing around forms and generally adding to the feel of disorder.
"I think," said Rothan with a grin, "That it may be faster to see if we can find a more direct way in. Especially seeing as neither of us is registered yet."
He started off to the side and round the back of the store, there was bound to be a back door or loading hatch, or even a window. Though whether Eno would be willing to use the last option was another matter. He needed Eno there though, it was an excuse for a good poke around and would draw less attention even if anyone did realise they weren't meant to be there.
OOC: are you expecting to find Eno's sacks?
Eno Arval
Eno followed Rothan while casting a glance at the queu. He'd thought the lines would be shorter today, but they seemed just as long, if not longer than yesterday. And it also looked like the clerks didn't quite know how to write down the required information, judging by the impatient shuffling of feet of everyone around. It looked as if the only thing that could disband the line would be lunchtime.
"I think, that it may be faster to see if we can find a more direct way in. Especially seeing as neither of us is registered yet." Eno pulled his eyes away from the queu.
"More direct? Well, it almost looks like you could go straight through the wall. And I mean this without using that spell, what was it called?...Passwall I think it was, a simple yet descriptive name. Anyway, I'm not an expert on architecture, but the nails in the wood look rotten and twisted and the walls...I can peel out the cement between the bricks with my fingers. Not the most sturdy structure this is." He replied with a chuckle.
"Although all jokes aside, I do hope they take more care with the fence. Wouldn't want that one to come down when there is a stiff breeze. It could kill dozens of workers."
They rounded the corner leading to the backside of the building, conveniently taking them out of sight of the clerks, the ones standing in line and the guards. One boyant armiger marched briskly by on his patrol and disapeared behind another building. He only gave a cursory glance to the both of them. Eno assumed that Rothan's garb had been enough of a reassurance to the man.
"Ah look, a back-door. I wonder if it's locked?" Eno thought out loud. The backside of the building was unadorned. A few horizontal slits near the top of the first floor provided the interior with a meager amount of light. The only other significant feature was the door, which didn't quite fit the gap in the wall it was supposed to cover. If he wanted to, he could easily slip his hand inbetween the crack between door and wall, though fortunately for the building's security, little else. After a short hesitation, Eno did just that, feeling for the doorpin.
"Might as well check. Shouldn't take long. Lessee, there is one pin...the upper one connected to the handle. Now if I can feel the second one that is connected to the lock, the door's locked. If I don't...it's open."
OOC: I think we could find the scarf discarded on the floor but it would be best if we can't just identify Eno's bags. That way we keep his reason for actively investigating. As for the door, do you want it to be open or locked? I think we might as well keep it open. If people need to move supplies, it would be a hassle to get through the crowd on the frontside and besides, guards are supposed to keep trespassers away normally.
Eno followed Rothan while casting a glance at the queu. He'd thought the lines would be shorter today, but they seemed just as long, if not longer than yesterday. And it also looked like the clerks didn't quite know how to write down the required information, judging by the impatient shuffling of feet of everyone around. It looked as if the only thing that could disband the line would be lunchtime.
"I think, that it may be faster to see if we can find a more direct way in. Especially seeing as neither of us is registered yet." Eno pulled his eyes away from the queu.
"More direct? Well, it almost looks like you could go straight through the wall. And I mean this without using that spell, what was it called?...Passwall I think it was, a simple yet descriptive name. Anyway, I'm not an expert on architecture, but the nails in the wood look rotten and twisted and the walls...I can peel out the cement between the bricks with my fingers. Not the most sturdy structure this is." He replied with a chuckle.
"Although all jokes aside, I do hope they take more care with the fence. Wouldn't want that one to come down when there is a stiff breeze. It could kill dozens of workers."
They rounded the corner leading to the backside of the building, conveniently taking them out of sight of the clerks, the ones standing in line and the guards. One boyant armiger marched briskly by on his patrol and disapeared behind another building. He only gave a cursory glance to the both of them. Eno assumed that Rothan's garb had been enough of a reassurance to the man.
"Ah look, a back-door. I wonder if it's locked?" Eno thought out loud. The backside of the building was unadorned. A few horizontal slits near the top of the first floor provided the interior with a meager amount of light. The only other significant feature was the door, which didn't quite fit the gap in the wall it was supposed to cover. If he wanted to, he could easily slip his hand inbetween the crack between door and wall, though fortunately for the building's security, little else. After a short hesitation, Eno did just that, feeling for the doorpin.
"Might as well check. Shouldn't take long. Lessee, there is one pin...the upper one connected to the handle. Now if I can feel the second one that is connected to the lock, the door's locked. If I don't...it's open."
OOC: I think we could find the scarf discarded on the floor but it would be best if we can't just identify Eno's bags. That way we keep his reason for actively investigating. As for the door, do you want it to be open or locked? I think we might as well keep it open. If people need to move supplies, it would be a hassle to get through the crowd on the frontside and besides, guards are supposed to keep trespassers away normally.
Rothan
Rothan glanced over his shoulder as Eno tryed to work the latch. He only hoped there was no one inside to see the hand emerge but it was too late to say anything. The rear of the building was unguarded anyway and there was no one to see from outside. A moment later Eno gave a grunt of satisfaction as the door swung open. Rothan peered into the gloomy interior but saw nobody. He stepped inside.
There were crates everywhere piled in crooked stacks with sacks shoring up their bases. From the opposite end of the room which appeared to be all of the rear extension the impression of movement filtered under an ill fitting door. Must be the main office through there, he thought. He wandered over to the nearest crate and prized a loose plank free. Rusty pickaxes filled it. A sack under it was full of desiccated muck-sponge.
"This looks like the storeroom," he said, "Now to find where they've put their new arrivals." And to have a good look at any paperwork I can find... He set off into the shadows and tried to keep some crates between himself and the door whenever he could. The few he looked in were full but their contents had always seen better days. Potions looked spoiled, or at least on their way, tools were rusting and food stale. He supposed it was just the long journey there.
Rothan glanced over his shoulder as Eno tryed to work the latch. He only hoped there was no one inside to see the hand emerge but it was too late to say anything. The rear of the building was unguarded anyway and there was no one to see from outside. A moment later Eno gave a grunt of satisfaction as the door swung open. Rothan peered into the gloomy interior but saw nobody. He stepped inside.
There were crates everywhere piled in crooked stacks with sacks shoring up their bases. From the opposite end of the room which appeared to be all of the rear extension the impression of movement filtered under an ill fitting door. Must be the main office through there, he thought. He wandered over to the nearest crate and prized a loose plank free. Rusty pickaxes filled it. A sack under it was full of desiccated muck-sponge.
"This looks like the storeroom," he said, "Now to find where they've put their new arrivals." And to have a good look at any paperwork I can find... He set off into the shadows and tried to keep some crates between himself and the door whenever he could. The few he looked in were full but their contents had always seen better days. Potions looked spoiled, or at least on their way, tools were rusting and food stale. He supposed it was just the long journey there.
Eno Arval
"Ah, just one pin. Alright then, let's open it and see what's on the other side." Eno grunted with satisfaction and pulled the door open. He waited for Rothan to enter before following and closing it behind him. Inside, he set off in the opposite direction from Rothan for a crate on the far end of the room. He rapped his knuckles against the wood softly, receiving the dull thump in response that told him the crate was well-filled though with what, he couldn't tell.
"Probably tools of some sort. Anyway, I came here for the bags." He thought.
Eno left the crate be and now focussed on one of the sacks lain down at its base. Meanwhile, Rothan had already checked out several crates and bags himself.
"These potions have seen better days." Eno heard him mutter. The bag he looked in was filled with Kwama eggs, smelling half-rotten ones.
"Eww, didn't anyone hand these over to the chef before they spoiled? When was the last time someone was in this room anyway?" He wondered.
"Same here. It certainly doesn't look like the stuff they keep here has only recently arrived. Maybe we're checking the wrong pile or maybe...we should wait till one of those clerks come bring in one of the new bags and ask him. Although, the conversation would be awkward. Besides, for all I know they just drop them somewhere in the office and only move them to the storeroom later on the day when they're not so busy. Or there could be more than one storeroom. Shouldn't there be a list somewhere with the contents and placement of supplies in this room somewhere? I'll see if I can find a ledger lying around." He called to Rothan with his voice lowered to a bare whisper. While he didn't know the reason, the priest seemed like he wanted to keep their investigation a secret. It didn't matter. Eno had always been quick to trust people, perhaps too quick, so he felt no reason not to be discreet for Rothan's sake.
"Ah, just one pin. Alright then, let's open it and see what's on the other side." Eno grunted with satisfaction and pulled the door open. He waited for Rothan to enter before following and closing it behind him. Inside, he set off in the opposite direction from Rothan for a crate on the far end of the room. He rapped his knuckles against the wood softly, receiving the dull thump in response that told him the crate was well-filled though with what, he couldn't tell.
"Probably tools of some sort. Anyway, I came here for the bags." He thought.
Eno left the crate be and now focussed on one of the sacks lain down at its base. Meanwhile, Rothan had already checked out several crates and bags himself.
"These potions have seen better days." Eno heard him mutter. The bag he looked in was filled with Kwama eggs, smelling half-rotten ones.
"Eww, didn't anyone hand these over to the chef before they spoiled? When was the last time someone was in this room anyway?" He wondered.
"Same here. It certainly doesn't look like the stuff they keep here has only recently arrived. Maybe we're checking the wrong pile or maybe...we should wait till one of those clerks come bring in one of the new bags and ask him. Although, the conversation would be awkward. Besides, for all I know they just drop them somewhere in the office and only move them to the storeroom later on the day when they're not so busy. Or there could be more than one storeroom. Shouldn't there be a list somewhere with the contents and placement of supplies in this room somewhere? I'll see if I can find a ledger lying around." He called to Rothan with his voice lowered to a bare whisper. While he didn't know the reason, the priest seemed like he wanted to keep their investigation a secret. It didn't matter. Eno had always been quick to trust people, perhaps too quick, so he felt no reason not to be discreet for Rothan's sake.
Dralas
Still lost in thought, Dralas' eyes locked onto a strange dot on the horizon. He continued watching, knowing very well what it was. His hackle-lo was too short to bring to his lips so he tossed it to the ashen ground before finally standing up. The dot was closer now, but he knew he still had ample time before it was a problem.
He jumped down from his rocky perch and found Rianne still sleeping in the shelter.
"Wake up," he said, gently shaking her shoulder, "I think we should go back to the camp. There's a herd of cliff racers coming this way."
Cliff racers didn't usually bother large groups of people, but would have no qualms about harassing two lone travelers. They would be safe enough there, plus, he wanted to get better acquainted with the construction site.
Still lost in thought, Dralas' eyes locked onto a strange dot on the horizon. He continued watching, knowing very well what it was. His hackle-lo was too short to bring to his lips so he tossed it to the ashen ground before finally standing up. The dot was closer now, but he knew he still had ample time before it was a problem.
He jumped down from his rocky perch and found Rianne still sleeping in the shelter.
"Wake up," he said, gently shaking her shoulder, "I think we should go back to the camp. There's a herd of cliff racers coming this way."
Cliff racers didn't usually bother large groups of people, but would have no qualms about harassing two lone travelers. They would be safe enough there, plus, he wanted to get better acquainted with the construction site.
Rothan
It was a while before Rothan found what he was looking for. As he wandered past more dusty crates he saw the ledger lying near to to door to the main room. He motioned over to Eno to be quiet and then crept towards it. It wasn't that he wouldn't be noticed if anyone chose to open the door, but no one had so he suspected they wouldn't, unless they heard anything. Once there he scooped it up and walked as quickly as he dared over to Eno.
"A ledger," he said positioning himself so a crate hid him should anyone look in, "Perhaps the supplies were marked?"
He opened it to find rows of figures detailing supplies checked in and out and money paid. Nothing leapt out to him as he glanced through, though it was going to require some study. The stock rotation left a lot to be desired, Rothan wasn't sure it could have been done worse. It needed study, but he also wanted something to check it against. That meant going further into the store and if anything was worth having he was willing to bet it would be upstairs. Without a cellar that would be most like the temple. But he needed Eno as an excuse...
"I don't think your supplies are in here, perhaps we should check other rooms?"
It was a while before Rothan found what he was looking for. As he wandered past more dusty crates he saw the ledger lying near to to door to the main room. He motioned over to Eno to be quiet and then crept towards it. It wasn't that he wouldn't be noticed if anyone chose to open the door, but no one had so he suspected they wouldn't, unless they heard anything. Once there he scooped it up and walked as quickly as he dared over to Eno.
"A ledger," he said positioning himself so a crate hid him should anyone look in, "Perhaps the supplies were marked?"
He opened it to find rows of figures detailing supplies checked in and out and money paid. Nothing leapt out to him as he glanced through, though it was going to require some study. The stock rotation left a lot to be desired, Rothan wasn't sure it could have been done worse. It needed study, but he also wanted something to check it against. That meant going further into the store and if anything was worth having he was willing to bet it would be upstairs. Without a cellar that would be most like the temple. But he needed Eno as an excuse...
"I don't think your supplies are in here, perhaps we should check other rooms?"
Eno Arval
Eno let his eyes wander over the room one last time before answering.
"I agree. I haven't seen anything that looks like either my bag or my scarf. Actually, I haven't seen any scarves at all." He whispered. A fleeting shadow passed beneath the door leading to the front area of the building.
"I'd say we better slip out the back. I doubt the staff would apreciate seeing us come out of the storage room. Though with the back door we'll have to pay heed to the guard. He would likely raise the same kind of objections the staff would upon seeing us exit." He added.
He pressed himself flat against the wall, grimacing slightly over the uncomfortable posture, and listened intently.
"I...don't think I hear footsteps outside, but it is hard to tell. All the commotion out front makes it hard to hear. And ash has always been good at dampening the sound of feet."
Eno let his eyes wander over the room one last time before answering.
"I agree. I haven't seen anything that looks like either my bag or my scarf. Actually, I haven't seen any scarves at all." He whispered. A fleeting shadow passed beneath the door leading to the front area of the building.
"I'd say we better slip out the back. I doubt the staff would apreciate seeing us come out of the storage room. Though with the back door we'll have to pay heed to the guard. He would likely raise the same kind of objections the staff would upon seeing us exit." He added.
He pressed himself flat against the wall, grimacing slightly over the uncomfortable posture, and listened intently.
"I...don't think I hear footsteps outside, but it is hard to tell. All the commotion out front makes it hard to hear. And ash has always been good at dampening the sound of feet."
Rothan
"I don't see how we can know if anyone's there," replied Rothan, "I think it's probably best if we walk as if we're meant to be here. It's not like skulking is going to hide us anyway."
He pushed the door open and stepped out into the stirring ash. He took a moment to look around and tried not to look hurried. The only person who could see them was standing a way off guarding a pile of supplies and Rothan wasn't sure he had seen them. Either way he didn't react.
"It's fine," he said, "I think we should check another extension. That older looking one perhaps," he pointed to a wooden wall half engulfed by a newer addition, the planks were bleached white by the sun but their crevices showed red ash, "It might even have a way to the top floor. Do you think you could do that trick with another door?"
Rothan was almost sure the top floor would hold the records. The temple wrote everything down and kept it all, any inconsistencies would be there, but he needed some time to study them. Ideally without rising too much suspicion. It had crossed his mind that he was making too much of it. But something was out of place and there was certainly bad management. How better to serve the ghostfence than to have whoever was failing in their duties replaced?
"I don't see how we can know if anyone's there," replied Rothan, "I think it's probably best if we walk as if we're meant to be here. It's not like skulking is going to hide us anyway."
He pushed the door open and stepped out into the stirring ash. He took a moment to look around and tried not to look hurried. The only person who could see them was standing a way off guarding a pile of supplies and Rothan wasn't sure he had seen them. Either way he didn't react.
"It's fine," he said, "I think we should check another extension. That older looking one perhaps," he pointed to a wooden wall half engulfed by a newer addition, the planks were bleached white by the sun but their crevices showed red ash, "It might even have a way to the top floor. Do you think you could do that trick with another door?"
Rothan was almost sure the top floor would hold the records. The temple wrote everything down and kept it all, any inconsistencies would be there, but he needed some time to study them. Ideally without rising too much suspicion. It had crossed his mind that he was making too much of it. But something was out of place and there was certainly bad management. How better to serve the ghostfence than to have whoever was failing in their duties replaced?
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Mar 5 2010, 11:50 AM) 
Dralas
Still lost in thought, Dralas' eyes locked onto a strange dot on the horizon. He continued watching, knowing very well what it was. His hackle-lo was too short to bring to his lips so he tossed it to the ashen ground before finally standing up. The dot was closer now, but he knew he still had ample time before it was a problem.
He jumped down from his rocky perch and found Rianne still sleeping in the shelter.
"Wake up," he said, gently shaking her shoulder, "I think we should go back to the camp. There's a herd of cliff racers coming this way."
Cliff racers didn't usually bother large groups of people, but would have no qualms about harassing two lone travelers. They would be safe enough there, plus, he wanted to get better acquainted with the construction site.
Rianne
She immediately woke up when Dralas shook her shoulder, she jumped to her feet, prepared for defense, but felt somewhat embarrassed when she saw it was her friend
"Gah, Dralas, please don't scare me like that...I didn't hurt you did I?"
She usually managed to hit somebody when she jumped like that...
Then she heard the cliffracers, their terrible scream. She grimaced and followed Dralas without a word.
I'll stand by you...all the time
Dralas
Dralas hadn't been expecting such a violent reaction from Rianne, and narrowly avoided getting hit square in the jaw. It was a side-effect of the assassin trade, he realized, and let it go.
"Not hurt, just...surprised," he answered, feeling slightly less exhausted after that little fright.
They walked back to the camp, and Dralas presented his bowl at the food stand. They got their slop and sat down. As he looked around, most everyone was staring at them, either with hostility, curiosity, or both. It bothered Dralas much less now than in Balmora; it was silly to try to make an ashlander seem out of place in the ashlands. He ate slowly, as there was little to do until it was time to work in a couple of days, and the food wasn't great either. He did plan on making good use of the downtime though, by getting some rest, taking a short break from all of his scheming, and enjoying his company.
"Look," he said, pointing towards the sky, "The cliff racers are going the other way."
Below where he was pointing walked two people, though they were too far away to recognize. They went from one storehouse to another, and Dralas wondered if any bones would be kept in such places. Then he remembered that he wasn't scheming.
Dralas hadn't been expecting such a violent reaction from Rianne, and narrowly avoided getting hit square in the jaw. It was a side-effect of the assassin trade, he realized, and let it go.
"Not hurt, just...surprised," he answered, feeling slightly less exhausted after that little fright.
They walked back to the camp, and Dralas presented his bowl at the food stand. They got their slop and sat down. As he looked around, most everyone was staring at them, either with hostility, curiosity, or both. It bothered Dralas much less now than in Balmora; it was silly to try to make an ashlander seem out of place in the ashlands. He ate slowly, as there was little to do until it was time to work in a couple of days, and the food wasn't great either. He did plan on making good use of the downtime though, by getting some rest, taking a short break from all of his scheming, and enjoying his company.
"Look," he said, pointing towards the sky, "The cliff racers are going the other way."
Below where he was pointing walked two people, though they were too far away to recognize. They went from one storehouse to another, and Dralas wondered if any bones would be kept in such places. Then he remembered that he wasn't scheming.
Eno Arval
Eno shrugged.
"Point taken." He muttered as he put up his best bored expression. If looking purposeful was too hard, then making whatever you were doing look like boring routine bussiness was always a good second option. At least, that's how things went in his line of work.
"I could do it, but it's only a quick way of checking if its locked or unlocked. I'd say I might as well just twist the doorbolt and try opening it. If it's locked, too bad." He answered to the priest's question.
"And either way, doing that would be less unusual than sticking a hand between the doorframe. Could always claim we picked the wrong door on accident if someone asks." He added softly.
As they walked over to their next target, Eno looked it over as much as he could without actively looking as if he was looking. He thought he managed by only moving his eyes while keeping his head fixed on the door. This section certainly looked as if it had been there for a while. Better built too, even though the combination of sun and ash had eroded any protective paint off the wood.
"I wonder, did they only get so sloppy architectural-wise recently? Maybe it's because the workers are now focussed on building the actual fence rather than setting up camp." He wondered out loud then turned to Rothan.
"Well then, shall we?" He asked as he put his hand on the doorknob. The grit of ash prickled his skin and he suspected that the reddish grime had gotten in the lock as well.
He twisted his wrist, grimacing at the rough sound the mechanism made. He had been right and the doorbolt could use some cleaning and oiling but it still worked and like the door from before, it wasn't locked. The old man began to wonder if there were any locked doors at all.
"Not as if there is much of a threat from thieves. Nearest place to sell any ill-gotten goods is days away. And only a fool would venture out into the Ashlands alone. A fool, or an Ashlander. One would die, the other...what reason would he have for stealing anyway?"
Eno shrugged.
"Point taken." He muttered as he put up his best bored expression. If looking purposeful was too hard, then making whatever you were doing look like boring routine bussiness was always a good second option. At least, that's how things went in his line of work.
"I could do it, but it's only a quick way of checking if its locked or unlocked. I'd say I might as well just twist the doorbolt and try opening it. If it's locked, too bad." He answered to the priest's question.
"And either way, doing that would be less unusual than sticking a hand between the doorframe. Could always claim we picked the wrong door on accident if someone asks." He added softly.
As they walked over to their next target, Eno looked it over as much as he could without actively looking as if he was looking. He thought he managed by only moving his eyes while keeping his head fixed on the door. This section certainly looked as if it had been there for a while. Better built too, even though the combination of sun and ash had eroded any protective paint off the wood.
"I wonder, did they only get so sloppy architectural-wise recently? Maybe it's because the workers are now focussed on building the actual fence rather than setting up camp." He wondered out loud then turned to Rothan.
"Well then, shall we?" He asked as he put his hand on the doorknob. The grit of ash prickled his skin and he suspected that the reddish grime had gotten in the lock as well.
He twisted his wrist, grimacing at the rough sound the mechanism made. He had been right and the doorbolt could use some cleaning and oiling but it still worked and like the door from before, it wasn't locked. The old man began to wonder if there were any locked doors at all.
"Not as if there is much of a threat from thieves. Nearest place to sell any ill-gotten goods is days away. And only a fool would venture out into the Ashlands alone. A fool, or an Ashlander. One would die, the other...what reason would he have for stealing anyway?"
Rothan
Rothan felt a little embarrassed as Eno simply pushed the door open. He stepped inside before the older mer could, he was fairly certain he would be able to talk his way in but Eno had seemed less used to such things. Inside was similar to the other store, but drier and with better packed goods. More valuable, Rothan assumed. He stood still as movement caught his eye. A clerk disappeared through a door opposite them into the main office room. Next to the door was what he'd been looking for. A rickety stair led up to a small door onto the second story.
Rothan paused for a moment, would Eno's packages be here? Perhaps and he did have that duty. Really the top floor should wait until night when it was most likely to be empty, but it was a risk. If he was caught now he could just claim to be lost, it wasn't particularly convincing but the door had been open so it was enough. Yes, he decided, a quick look around the room then it would be time to try upstairs.
"I think we should have a look to see if your stuff is here," he said to Eno, "If not perhaps there will be records upstairs..." he paused. It wasn't really fair to use Eno like this, "I'd rather like to see them anyway," he added.
Rothan felt a little embarrassed as Eno simply pushed the door open. He stepped inside before the older mer could, he was fairly certain he would be able to talk his way in but Eno had seemed less used to such things. Inside was similar to the other store, but drier and with better packed goods. More valuable, Rothan assumed. He stood still as movement caught his eye. A clerk disappeared through a door opposite them into the main office room. Next to the door was what he'd been looking for. A rickety stair led up to a small door onto the second story.
Rothan paused for a moment, would Eno's packages be here? Perhaps and he did have that duty. Really the top floor should wait until night when it was most likely to be empty, but it was a risk. If he was caught now he could just claim to be lost, it wasn't particularly convincing but the door had been open so it was enough. Yes, he decided, a quick look around the room then it would be time to try upstairs.
"I think we should have a look to see if your stuff is here," he said to Eno, "If not perhaps there will be records upstairs..." he paused. It wasn't really fair to use Eno like this, "I'd rather like to see them anyway," he added.
Eno Arval
Eno eyed the stairs.
"Feel free to go on ahead. I'm not much of a climber and I have a better idea of what my possessions look like than you do. While you're inspecting the upstairs area, I'll just check out this room. That way we can cover more ground as well." He said as he walked over to the first set of bags. He did not open them, instead simply restricting himself to probing the contours of its contents by pressing his fingers against the outside.
"hmm...not this one."
OOC: I think I'll have him find the scarf here. But the bags will have already been moved to one of the worksites.
Eno eyed the stairs.
"Feel free to go on ahead. I'm not much of a climber and I have a better idea of what my possessions look like than you do. While you're inspecting the upstairs area, I'll just check out this room. That way we can cover more ground as well." He said as he walked over to the first set of bags. He did not open them, instead simply restricting himself to probing the contours of its contents by pressing his fingers against the outside.
"hmm...not this one."
OOC: I think I'll have him find the scarf here. But the bags will have already been moved to one of the worksites.
Rothan
Rothan gave Eno a nod, "Fair enough, I'll see if I can find any trace of your bags in the records," it was a weak lie but he hoped it would be enough to not appear outright untrue. He turned and strode up the narrow stair. At the top he laid an ear against the door for a moment. No loud noises though it was hard to hear much over the wind in the gaps. Here goes, he thought and pushed the door open.
Inside was a small room full of cluttered scrolls, ledgers and piles of paper. A flimsy door stood opposite and warm lamp-light glowed under it. He doubted he could hide so instead he moved quickly. The nearest piles of paper were all names and records of workers: pay, details, sometimes comments. He didn't know anyone he suspected so he ignored them. The next held piles of temple details, rituals done, requests for artefacts and blessings. Mundane accounting as far as he could tell, there was so much of it he wouldn't have time anyway. The next shelves held more unrelated texts, whoever did the archiving here either had a very complex system or a very good memory.
Footsteps creaked in the next room. Rothan offered a quick prayer for more time and made his way to a desk in the corner. A few leaves of paper lay next to two ledgers, one he recognised as similar, if not identical, to the other stock ones he'd seen. The other was different though and was filled with characters he didn't recognise. Some sort of code he thought, but who kept books like that? He flicked though to the most recent entries and two bits of paper floated out.
More footsteps from the other room then sounds of muffled conversation.
Hurriedly he snatched up the two sheets. The first looked similar in format to the final two columns of the book and had the other symbols copied under the common ones. Someone had been putting it into code. It said that there was already too much mortar at the site of one pillar but that they needed bones to power it before more could be done. The other ledger was confused there and the second sheet was an order for more cement to be delivered. This was concrete, and exactly what he needed. A short time studying it, a quick confirmation that the stocks were in disarray and whoever was responsible could be removed. He secreted the ledger in his robe.
He was hurrying out when a shelf caught he eye. It had a few scrolls noting artefacts which were suspected lost on Red Mountain. One entry was circled in red. He bent to read it but saw no more than something about a sounds when the door behind him burst open.
"Hello, what are you doing here?" said a voice. Then, "Guards!"
Rothan gave Eno a nod, "Fair enough, I'll see if I can find any trace of your bags in the records," it was a weak lie but he hoped it would be enough to not appear outright untrue. He turned and strode up the narrow stair. At the top he laid an ear against the door for a moment. No loud noises though it was hard to hear much over the wind in the gaps. Here goes, he thought and pushed the door open.
Inside was a small room full of cluttered scrolls, ledgers and piles of paper. A flimsy door stood opposite and warm lamp-light glowed under it. He doubted he could hide so instead he moved quickly. The nearest piles of paper were all names and records of workers: pay, details, sometimes comments. He didn't know anyone he suspected so he ignored them. The next held piles of temple details, rituals done, requests for artefacts and blessings. Mundane accounting as far as he could tell, there was so much of it he wouldn't have time anyway. The next shelves held more unrelated texts, whoever did the archiving here either had a very complex system or a very good memory.
Footsteps creaked in the next room. Rothan offered a quick prayer for more time and made his way to a desk in the corner. A few leaves of paper lay next to two ledgers, one he recognised as similar, if not identical, to the other stock ones he'd seen. The other was different though and was filled with characters he didn't recognise. Some sort of code he thought, but who kept books like that? He flicked though to the most recent entries and two bits of paper floated out.
More footsteps from the other room then sounds of muffled conversation.
Hurriedly he snatched up the two sheets. The first looked similar in format to the final two columns of the book and had the other symbols copied under the common ones. Someone had been putting it into code. It said that there was already too much mortar at the site of one pillar but that they needed bones to power it before more could be done. The other ledger was confused there and the second sheet was an order for more cement to be delivered. This was concrete, and exactly what he needed. A short time studying it, a quick confirmation that the stocks were in disarray and whoever was responsible could be removed. He secreted the ledger in his robe.
He was hurrying out when a shelf caught he eye. It had a few scrolls noting artefacts which were suspected lost on Red Mountain. One entry was circled in red. He bent to read it but saw no more than something about a sounds when the door behind him burst open.
"Hello, what are you doing here?" said a voice. Then, "Guards!"
Eno Arval
Rothan nodded and vanished to the upper floor. Eno was well aware that unless given a few hours to pour through everything, the priest's odds of finding anything regarding his possessions were slim. On top of that, Eno doubted that his name had actually been marked anywhere to identify them. Besides, he had the feeling that whatever Rothan's reasons were for accompanying him were more important than his own so it wouldn't be surprising if he prioritized whatever he was looking over the instrument-maker's plight.
Eno shrugged casually at his own thoughts and renewed his focus on the search for his bags. He moved around the room clockwise, poking bags as he went, ignoring the crates for the moment. It wasn't long till his foot brushed against something soft, not the false softness of the baggs with their hard contents, but something that easily gave way to the side of his foot. He looked down to see a red scarf made from expensive wool.
"It couldn't be..." The man muttered and bend down to pick it up, wincing at his aching knees as he did so.
"Yes it is, that's the Arvel crest embroidered into it alright. Then would the bags next to it be mine?" He wondered.
"Hello, what are you doing here?" said a voice upstairs. Eno froze and his heart skipped a beat. "Guards!"
"Rothan! Someone must have walked in on him. Oh dear, how to help him?" He thought. He had little time to think any further as the door leading outside flew open and a pair of Armiger's burst into the room. They looked at him with a deep frown. To Eno it was clear that they knew that he hadn't been the one who called for them. But then who did?
"Who are you?" The one on the left asked with a tense voice.
"Me? Well uh, I'm Arval." Eno stammered, just as confused as they were as he tried to find some way to not get arrested.
"Oh, but that's probably not what you meant, good sir. I'm Eno Arval, assigned to worksite 4. Our foreman requested an extra bag of nails, some more ingredients for the morter, paint, two hammers and four more wooden boards. I've got most of the stuff, these two bags are all that's left." He added quickly.
"Worksite 4? I thought that place was finished." The Armiger continued, before gesturing at his partner.
"Check the other rooms, hurry! Start in the back room." He ordered.
"Hey, I'm not the one who organises here. All I know is that the foreman ordered me to get the goods, and he wants them fast. Nothing's finished till he says it is, as far as I'm concerned. That's all." Eno threw the scarf around his neck and picked up two of the bags that could be his.
The Armiger relaxed slightly, though only slightly.
"Right then. Did you hear the shouting?" He asked next.
"Yes, it came from...upstairs. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to be going." Eno replied meekly and walked out of the door.
"Sorry, Rothan. I gave you some time to come up with an excuse of your own, but I'm afraid that is all the help I could give."
Rothan nodded and vanished to the upper floor. Eno was well aware that unless given a few hours to pour through everything, the priest's odds of finding anything regarding his possessions were slim. On top of that, Eno doubted that his name had actually been marked anywhere to identify them. Besides, he had the feeling that whatever Rothan's reasons were for accompanying him were more important than his own so it wouldn't be surprising if he prioritized whatever he was looking over the instrument-maker's plight.
Eno shrugged casually at his own thoughts and renewed his focus on the search for his bags. He moved around the room clockwise, poking bags as he went, ignoring the crates for the moment. It wasn't long till his foot brushed against something soft, not the false softness of the baggs with their hard contents, but something that easily gave way to the side of his foot. He looked down to see a red scarf made from expensive wool.
"It couldn't be..." The man muttered and bend down to pick it up, wincing at his aching knees as he did so.
"Yes it is, that's the Arvel crest embroidered into it alright. Then would the bags next to it be mine?" He wondered.
"Hello, what are you doing here?" said a voice upstairs. Eno froze and his heart skipped a beat. "Guards!"
"Rothan! Someone must have walked in on him. Oh dear, how to help him?" He thought. He had little time to think any further as the door leading outside flew open and a pair of Armiger's burst into the room. They looked at him with a deep frown. To Eno it was clear that they knew that he hadn't been the one who called for them. But then who did?
"Who are you?" The one on the left asked with a tense voice.
"Me? Well uh, I'm Arval." Eno stammered, just as confused as they were as he tried to find some way to not get arrested.
"Oh, but that's probably not what you meant, good sir. I'm Eno Arval, assigned to worksite 4. Our foreman requested an extra bag of nails, some more ingredients for the morter, paint, two hammers and four more wooden boards. I've got most of the stuff, these two bags are all that's left." He added quickly.
"Worksite 4? I thought that place was finished." The Armiger continued, before gesturing at his partner.
"Check the other rooms, hurry! Start in the back room." He ordered.
"Hey, I'm not the one who organises here. All I know is that the foreman ordered me to get the goods, and he wants them fast. Nothing's finished till he says it is, as far as I'm concerned. That's all." Eno threw the scarf around his neck and picked up two of the bags that could be his.
The Armiger relaxed slightly, though only slightly.
"Right then. Did you hear the shouting?" He asked next.
"Yes, it came from...upstairs. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to be going." Eno replied meekly and walked out of the door.
"Sorry, Rothan. I gave you some time to come up with an excuse of your own, but I'm afraid that is all the help I could give."
Dralas
Dralas and Rianne had nearly finished their morning breakfast when two Armigers sat down near them, though not too close. Dralas idly listened to their conversation while rolling a hackle-lo.
"Something's wrong, I'm telling you. Nobody can go into his office anymore, and all his orders are written now. I don't think I've seen him come outside all week. No one has."
"Don't overreact. Maybe he's not feeling well so he's staying in."
"Maybe, but things are getting worse here, and the overseer is doing nothing."
"It's out of our hands. All we can do is follow orders."
Dralas lit the hackle-lo, and looked elsewhere so his eavesdropping wasn't obvious. The little rumor spoke volumes about the camp and its bad state of affairs, and the hunter made sure to remember the information.
Dralas and Rianne had nearly finished their morning breakfast when two Armigers sat down near them, though not too close. Dralas idly listened to their conversation while rolling a hackle-lo.
"Something's wrong, I'm telling you. Nobody can go into his office anymore, and all his orders are written now. I don't think I've seen him come outside all week. No one has."
"Don't overreact. Maybe he's not feeling well so he's staying in."
"Maybe, but things are getting worse here, and the overseer is doing nothing."
"It's out of our hands. All we can do is follow orders."
Dralas lit the hackle-lo, and looked elsewhere so his eavesdropping wasn't obvious. The little rumor spoke volumes about the camp and its bad state of affairs, and the hunter made sure to remember the information.
Rianne
She heard those Armigers conversation too, but didn't reveal she did, her eyes widened a bit...
The last sip of tea ran down her throat and she made a sign to Dralas; Can I have some of that hackle-lo?
Things were weird here and she had a feeling something nasty would happen.
Puffing her hackle-lo she sat silent beside Dralas, like a well brought up Ashlander girl, but her inside was chaotic
She heard those Armigers conversation too, but didn't reveal she did, her eyes widened a bit...
The last sip of tea ran down her throat and she made a sign to Dralas; Can I have some of that hackle-lo?
Things were weird here and she had a feeling something nasty would happen.
Puffing her hackle-lo she sat silent beside Dralas, like a well brought up Ashlander girl, but her inside was chaotic
Dralas
Dralas passed the leaf on Rianne's request, still listening to the armigers' conversation. They spoke of lighter things now, like when they were scheduled to go home. Nothing else of value.
When they had gone, he finally spoke, "What do you make of all that?"
Dralas passed the leaf on Rianne's request, still listening to the armigers' conversation. They spoke of lighter things now, like when they were scheduled to go home. Nothing else of value.
When they had gone, he finally spoke, "What do you make of all that?"
Rothan
Rothan turned to see a thin dunmer in a brown robe standing in the door glaring at him.
"Sorry sir," he said trying to sound genuine, "Is there a problem."
"What are you doing in my office. How did you get here?"
"Your office?" Rothan decided that playing ignorance was the only option, "Sorry I thought this was where details of where shipments were received were? You see my friend's bags went missing and I thought I might discover their whereabouts."
"What have you been looking at?" there was an edge in his voice.
"Nothing I just-"
The door behind him flew open and two burly Armiger's burst in. "Sir?" said the first to the robed figure.
"I just discovered this man here alone without permission."
"I had permission," lied Rothan before the guards could reply, "A clerk said i could look around for them."
"And where is the owner of these bags?"
"Downstairs, his leg-"
"Is this true?" the question was directed at the lead Armiger.
"No sir," he replied, "There is only a labourer down there getting supplies." Rothan cursed inwardly.
"Well", said the robed dunmer, "I think we had better discover what you've seen."
"I only just got upstairs, you must have heard the door or something. I'd just looked at that shelf to see if there was some sort of system before you arrived."
"Ah, perhaps that is not so bad. Lost artefacts?"
"Yes," Rothan noticed the man sounded less agitated, "I confess I read one, it seems to be nearby. A bell of some sort?"
The figure nodded, "You pair, escort him to my public office. I will be down momentarily."
The two Armigers glared at him and pointed down the stair and Rothan followed the first with the other behind. It wasn't as if he was going to run away, where could he go. He wasn't sure how badly he'd blown his cover yet, but he suspected that it might just about pass. This time.
"Who was that?" he asked.
The lead Armiger peered at him, "Athaso Vules, he's in charge of the temples logicstics here."
"Ah, I only just arrived."
"Hmmf, then you should know that he likes to be in control, and is. This place would fall apart without him."
"Yes," said the other Armiger, "No one else could keep on top of those books."
Rothan just nodded as they proceeded through the chaos of the main room and into a small side office.
OOC: I've given an NPC a name, if it doesn't suit I can edit.
Rothan turned to see a thin dunmer in a brown robe standing in the door glaring at him.
"Sorry sir," he said trying to sound genuine, "Is there a problem."
"What are you doing in my office. How did you get here?"
"Your office?" Rothan decided that playing ignorance was the only option, "Sorry I thought this was where details of where shipments were received were? You see my friend's bags went missing and I thought I might discover their whereabouts."
"What have you been looking at?" there was an edge in his voice.
"Nothing I just-"
The door behind him flew open and two burly Armiger's burst in. "Sir?" said the first to the robed figure.
"I just discovered this man here alone without permission."
"I had permission," lied Rothan before the guards could reply, "A clerk said i could look around for them."
"And where is the owner of these bags?"
"Downstairs, his leg-"
"Is this true?" the question was directed at the lead Armiger.
"No sir," he replied, "There is only a labourer down there getting supplies." Rothan cursed inwardly.
"Well", said the robed dunmer, "I think we had better discover what you've seen."
"I only just got upstairs, you must have heard the door or something. I'd just looked at that shelf to see if there was some sort of system before you arrived."
"Ah, perhaps that is not so bad. Lost artefacts?"
"Yes," Rothan noticed the man sounded less agitated, "I confess I read one, it seems to be nearby. A bell of some sort?"
The figure nodded, "You pair, escort him to my public office. I will be down momentarily."
The two Armigers glared at him and pointed down the stair and Rothan followed the first with the other behind. It wasn't as if he was going to run away, where could he go. He wasn't sure how badly he'd blown his cover yet, but he suspected that it might just about pass. This time.
"Who was that?" he asked.
The lead Armiger peered at him, "Athaso Vules, he's in charge of the temples logicstics here."
"Ah, I only just arrived."
"Hmmf, then you should know that he likes to be in control, and is. This place would fall apart without him."
"Yes," said the other Armiger, "No one else could keep on top of those books."
Rothan just nodded as they proceeded through the chaos of the main room and into a small side office.
OOC: I've given an NPC a name, if it doesn't suit I can edit.
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Apr 4 2010, 09:03 AM)
Dralas
Dralas passed the leaf on Rianne's request, still listening to the armigers' conversation. They spoke of lighter things now, like when they were scheduled to go home. Nothing else of value.
When they had gone, he finally spoke, "What do you make of all that?"
Rianne
She turned to him, her dark red eyes were thuoghtful, slowly shaking her head...
"I'm not sure but I have this weird feeling, something is wrong, very wrong...I think he might be dead...or there might be an imposter.or...or. I think maybe maybe we should investigate things"
"It might be dangerous but my gut is telling me we can't just sit and do nothing"
She took out her waterbottle "You want some?"
Rothan
Athaso Vules, the head bureaucrat, kept Rothan waiting in the sparse office with the guards for some time. It gave him time to ponder what he'd seen upstairs. The ledger needed study, somewhere private ideally. But the upstairs room he'd seen was functional in the extreme, and the office was equally spartan. So what was Vules doing? Not lining his own pockets, not here at least but Rothan couldn't think of another motive.
The chain of thought broke with Vules entering the room in a flurry of robes. "It seems," he said, "You broke into my archives and illegally read temple documents. You wear the robe of a priest yet I do not recognise you. You had best explain yourself?"
"I arrived yesterday in the caravan."
"We have no record of a priest."
"I'm yet to register."
"Hmm," Vules stroked his short beard, his face bent into a smile, slowly as if unaccustomed to the activity, "It is a crime you know, even for a priest, spying on the Temple. But," he held up a hand to forestall comment, "Perhaps you weren't to know and the damage has not been to severe. From your tone when you mentioned reading of the howling bell you felt it would be best recovered? I can see an ideal opportunity for you to... redeem yourself."
"Yes?"
"You are unregistered, this is ideal as you shall not be missed," the way he said it made Rothan wonder at his meaning, "Go to this place and recover the bell and this little incident can be ignored."
Rothan considered replying in defence but decided against it. Obedience now might leave him freer to investigate Vules later, and truth be told, he rather wanted to retrieve the artefact. "Very well, may I request supplies from the store."
"Yes, but we can spare no guards. You must find you own people to accompany you, and I expect you to leave tomorrow. That will be all." He strode out of the room.
Rothan turned to the guards, "Gentlemen I must be about my business if I am to leave tomorrow."
"Very well..." replied the first guard, "Look," he lowered his tone, "Ser Vules did not say this. There are strange rumours about the area that old fort lies in. Be on your guard and almsivi be with you."
"And you," Rothan nodded and left the room. One day to prepare and expedition? It was madness, he didn't know anyone in the camp and didn't trust those who might follow him. It would need to be those from the caravan, if he could persuade them that was.
OOC: canis if you want now would be an ideal time to approach him
Athaso Vules, the head bureaucrat, kept Rothan waiting in the sparse office with the guards for some time. It gave him time to ponder what he'd seen upstairs. The ledger needed study, somewhere private ideally. But the upstairs room he'd seen was functional in the extreme, and the office was equally spartan. So what was Vules doing? Not lining his own pockets, not here at least but Rothan couldn't think of another motive.
The chain of thought broke with Vules entering the room in a flurry of robes. "It seems," he said, "You broke into my archives and illegally read temple documents. You wear the robe of a priest yet I do not recognise you. You had best explain yourself?"
"I arrived yesterday in the caravan."
"We have no record of a priest."
"I'm yet to register."
"Hmm," Vules stroked his short beard, his face bent into a smile, slowly as if unaccustomed to the activity, "It is a crime you know, even for a priest, spying on the Temple. But," he held up a hand to forestall comment, "Perhaps you weren't to know and the damage has not been to severe. From your tone when you mentioned reading of the howling bell you felt it would be best recovered? I can see an ideal opportunity for you to... redeem yourself."
"Yes?"
"You are unregistered, this is ideal as you shall not be missed," the way he said it made Rothan wonder at his meaning, "Go to this place and recover the bell and this little incident can be ignored."
Rothan considered replying in defence but decided against it. Obedience now might leave him freer to investigate Vules later, and truth be told, he rather wanted to retrieve the artefact. "Very well, may I request supplies from the store."
"Yes, but we can spare no guards. You must find you own people to accompany you, and I expect you to leave tomorrow. That will be all." He strode out of the room.
Rothan turned to the guards, "Gentlemen I must be about my business if I am to leave tomorrow."
"Very well..." replied the first guard, "Look," he lowered his tone, "Ser Vules did not say this. There are strange rumours about the area that old fort lies in. Be on your guard and almsivi be with you."
"And you," Rothan nodded and left the room. One day to prepare and expedition? It was madness, he didn't know anyone in the camp and didn't trust those who might follow him. It would need to be those from the caravan, if he could persuade them that was.
OOC: canis if you want now would be an ideal time to approach him
Dranas Heleran
Dranas Heleran was in a fine mood. Making a sale was good for that. He wandered about camp for a while--rather aimlessly, to tell the truth--until he found himself among the Temple offices. It was there he saw the priest, Rothan, looking awfully troubled.
"If you don't mind me saying so, you look like you could use a drink, Sera Rothan."
Dranas Heleran was in a fine mood. Making a sale was good for that. He wandered about camp for a while--rather aimlessly, to tell the truth--until he found himself among the Temple offices. It was there he saw the priest, Rothan, looking awfully troubled.
"If you don't mind me saying so, you look like you could use a drink, Sera Rothan."
QUOTE(minque @ Apr 4 2010, 05:50 PM)
Rianne
She turned to him, her dark red eyes were thuoghtful, slowly shaking her head...
"I'm not sure but I have this weird feeling, something is wrong, very wrong...I think he might be dead...or there might be an imposter.or...or. I think maybe maybe we should investigate things"
"It might be dangerous but my gut is telling me we can't just sit and do nothing"
She took out her waterbottle "You want some?"
Dralas
"I have a bad feeling too," he said, "But we need to know more before we can do anything."
He was taking a sip of Rianne's water when he had a thought.
"Rothan did want us to tell him about anything unusual. Perhaps this rumor is exactly the kind of thing he's looking for. I wouldn't know where to find him, though..." he said, making a quick glance around the camp as if he might find the priest.
Rothan
"Perhaps," said Rothan, "But there is no time. I was hoping to meet you though," he paused. Dranas had been on of the better fighters and, although he didn't intend to run into trouble, the Armiger's warning was best heeded. He needed to sell the idea to Dranas and had a good idea of how to, "I've been tasked with recovering an artefact for the temple, I had a little issue with the person who leads the organisation here. I would be pleased if you would help me." He paused to let it sink in.
"I can request some supplies from the stores, I'm sure if they aren't used they would not be missed," Not with the book-keeping here anyway, "And these old forts can often have other treasures which we are not tasked with recovering..." he let the implication hang. "We leave tomorrow," he added.
"Perhaps," said Rothan, "But there is no time. I was hoping to meet you though," he paused. Dranas had been on of the better fighters and, although he didn't intend to run into trouble, the Armiger's warning was best heeded. He needed to sell the idea to Dranas and had a good idea of how to, "I've been tasked with recovering an artefact for the temple, I had a little issue with the person who leads the organisation here. I would be pleased if you would help me." He paused to let it sink in.
"I can request some supplies from the stores, I'm sure if they aren't used they would not be missed," Not with the book-keeping here anyway, "And these old forts can often have other treasures which we are not tasked with recovering..." he let the implication hang. "We leave tomorrow," he added.
Dranas Heleran
"Ha!" Dranas answered. "You'd make a priest of Zenithar proud, serjo, if you don't mind me saying. I should say no--such a hard sell could only mean that you suspect trouble and want my sword at hand. But I'll be damned if I'm not curious. What's this artifact supposed to be? And why do they need it here?"
"Ha!" Dranas answered. "You'd make a priest of Zenithar proud, serjo, if you don't mind me saying. I should say no--such a hard sell could only mean that you suspect trouble and want my sword at hand. But I'll be damned if I'm not curious. What's this artifact supposed to be? And why do they need it here?"
Rothan
Rothan looked at Dranas with a confused expression, "What do you mean why do we need an artefact? Did the divine tribunal not gain godhood through questing and wisdom?" he paused, according to a certain book in his possession this was untrue. Of course the book was wrong but some of its arguments were proving hard to refute. He started speaking again, hoping he hadn't been noticed too much, "We must collect such artefacts that they can be properly revered and studied. And I must say it might ease things between myself and Serjo Vules.
"As for trouble I don't expect much, just the usual ashland wildlife. However it pays to be well prepared, and I wouldn't fancy facing a pair of alit alone if I could avoid it. The artefact itself is called the howling bell, some sort of instrument I believe. So are you in, it promises to be good for your soul and potentially your wallet."
Rothan looked at Dranas with a confused expression, "What do you mean why do we need an artefact? Did the divine tribunal not gain godhood through questing and wisdom?" he paused, according to a certain book in his possession this was untrue. Of course the book was wrong but some of its arguments were proving hard to refute. He started speaking again, hoping he hadn't been noticed too much, "We must collect such artefacts that they can be properly revered and studied. And I must say it might ease things between myself and Serjo Vules.
"As for trouble I don't expect much, just the usual ashland wildlife. However it pays to be well prepared, and I wouldn't fancy facing a pair of alit alone if I could avoid it. The artefact itself is called the howling bell, some sort of instrument I believe. So are you in, it promises to be good for your soul and potentially your wallet."
Dranas Heleran
"Well now, I don't know much about the Tribunal, but I do know something about Ashland wildlife. I reckon I could help you out with that. So yes, I'm in."
"Well now, I don't know much about the Tribunal, but I do know something about Ashland wildlife. I reckon I could help you out with that. So yes, I'm in."
Rianne
"We need to find the priest, you're absolutely right, but where is he?"
Rianne looked around, very carefully...
OOC: So where is he?
"We need to find the priest, you're absolutely right, but where is he?"
Rianne looked around, very carefully...
OOC: So where is he?
Rothan
"I'm glad to hear it," Rothan started walking down towards the camp proper and away from the temple building. The stolen ledger was heavy in his pocket. He thought it was for the best that they were leaving the following day, with luck before it's disappearance could be noticed.
"What supplies will we want? The fort is quite close by, it shouldn't take much more than half a day to get there," said Rothan as they walked. He paused for a moment, "You haven't come across anything... unusual have you?"
EDIT OOC: Got ninja'd there. They're (assuming canis doesn't mind me moving dranas) somewhere near the camp area, probably not far from where they can get travelling things (unless we have to go back to the temple building for them). I think about half a day to the fort/cave is about right?
"I'm glad to hear it," Rothan started walking down towards the camp proper and away from the temple building. The stolen ledger was heavy in his pocket. He thought it was for the best that they were leaving the following day, with luck before it's disappearance could be noticed.
"What supplies will we want? The fort is quite close by, it shouldn't take much more than half a day to get there," said Rothan as they walked. He paused for a moment, "You haven't come across anything... unusual have you?"
EDIT OOC: Got ninja'd there. They're (assuming canis doesn't mind me moving dranas) somewhere near the camp area, probably not far from where they can get travelling things (unless we have to go back to the temple building for them). I think about half a day to the fort/cave is about right?
Dranas Heleran
"Anything unusual?"
It was an odd question, Dranas thought. And hard to answer. He mostly kept to his own business, and that of any competition. And lo, was there competition.
Was there too much?
"I might have seen something, but I can't be too certain. In the merchant business, I've seen some things. Gotten to know some shady types." Dranas paused. "Smugglers, for example. I've seen a couple."
"Anything unusual?"
It was an odd question, Dranas thought. And hard to answer. He mostly kept to his own business, and that of any competition. And lo, was there competition.
Was there too much?
"I might have seen something, but I can't be too certain. In the merchant business, I've seen some things. Gotten to know some shady types." Dranas paused. "Smugglers, for example. I've seen a couple."
Eno Arval
Eno sighed. He felt like a coward and hated himself for that.
"What happened to the old honour and courage of Redoran? I can't even face a single figure of minor authority before I start quaking in my boots. And what for? It wasn't as if they were going to accuse me of high treason or something. Eno, you good for nothing knucklehead." He berated himself as he absentmindedly walked through the camp. The bags he'd picked up had turned out not to be his in the end. Instead of the ingrediënts for plaster he'd expected to find, they were filled with twisted nails, an old pot and even two pieces of the same broken sword. Scrap iron, basically.
He stopped and looked down at the bags in his hands. He really should return them, especially since someone might come asking questions about the building-site he fabricated in his hasty, too hasty, improvisation. But the same fear that had made him run off with them kept him from turning on his heels and return them.
"Agh. I don't know how, and I don't care...but I have to somehow repay sir Rothan. I did just abandon him after all and if there is even one shred of honour left in me, I will need to find a way to undo my treachery!"
Eno sighed. He felt like a coward and hated himself for that.
"What happened to the old honour and courage of Redoran? I can't even face a single figure of minor authority before I start quaking in my boots. And what for? It wasn't as if they were going to accuse me of high treason or something. Eno, you good for nothing knucklehead." He berated himself as he absentmindedly walked through the camp. The bags he'd picked up had turned out not to be his in the end. Instead of the ingrediënts for plaster he'd expected to find, they were filled with twisted nails, an old pot and even two pieces of the same broken sword. Scrap iron, basically.
He stopped and looked down at the bags in his hands. He really should return them, especially since someone might come asking questions about the building-site he fabricated in his hasty, too hasty, improvisation. But the same fear that had made him run off with them kept him from turning on his heels and return them.
"Agh. I don't know how, and I don't care...but I have to somehow repay sir Rothan. I did just abandon him after all and if there is even one shred of honour left in me, I will need to find a way to undo my treachery!"
Rothan
Rothan shook his head, "Doubtless there's smuggling and pushers, that's the gurads problem. Tell someone official if you're sure. No, I more meant things which seem out of place or poorly run. Like have you noticed no one seems particularly pleased to be here? Though I can't say I like the place so it's probably just that." He smiled, "Never mind, if you see anything tell me. What supplies do you reckon we'll need?"
He was looking over the the outdoor storage, with luck they could avoid the main building and just take directly. He saw Eno with two bags but looking strangely despondent given he seemed to have found his luggage. Rothan waved him over.
Rothan shook his head, "Doubtless there's smuggling and pushers, that's the gurads problem. Tell someone official if you're sure. No, I more meant things which seem out of place or poorly run. Like have you noticed no one seems particularly pleased to be here? Though I can't say I like the place so it's probably just that." He smiled, "Never mind, if you see anything tell me. What supplies do you reckon we'll need?"
He was looking over the the outdoor storage, with luck they could avoid the main building and just take directly. He saw Eno with two bags but looking strangely despondent given he seemed to have found his luggage. Rothan waved him over.
Dranas Heleran
Dranas was momentarily surprised about Rothan's lack of concern with smugglers. But then, the priest didn't know them as he did. Dranas opened his mouth to explain, but then thought better of it. He'd be revealing too much of himself.
"Supplies? So long as the artifact isn't too big for one man to carry on his back, I'd recommend traveling light. If you think the bell's too big we might take a guar, but I'd rather not risk picketing one out alone in the ashlands while we dungeon-dive, if it can be helped."
"As for what to carry, I'll be sticking with my steel, my throwing stars, and a few potions. You may not be expecting any opposition, but if we do I always find it best to preserve the option to run in the opposite direction with all due haste."
Dranas was momentarily surprised about Rothan's lack of concern with smugglers. But then, the priest didn't know them as he did. Dranas opened his mouth to explain, but then thought better of it. He'd be revealing too much of himself.
"Supplies? So long as the artifact isn't too big for one man to carry on his back, I'd recommend traveling light. If you think the bell's too big we might take a guar, but I'd rather not risk picketing one out alone in the ashlands while we dungeon-dive, if it can be helped."
"As for what to carry, I'll be sticking with my steel, my throwing stars, and a few potions. You may not be expecting any opposition, but if we do I always find it best to preserve the option to run in the opposite direction with all due haste."
Rothan
"Ha, yes. Running is often a good option. I should think one person could carry the artefact though," said Rothan, "So I'd agree about travelling light. We should be able to requisition a few potions and some food without much difficulty. I'll have to get myself a new weapon too, I lost my old mace on the way here."
"What about ashstorms? I hear they can be bad out here, I might try to persuade those ashlanders to accompany us too..."
He looked up and noticed Rianne and Dralas standing not far from a food stand. He waved to them too.
OOC: are people ready to approach them yet?
"Ha, yes. Running is often a good option. I should think one person could carry the artefact though," said Rothan, "So I'd agree about travelling light. We should be able to requisition a few potions and some food without much difficulty. I'll have to get myself a new weapon too, I lost my old mace on the way here."
"What about ashstorms? I hear they can be bad out here, I might try to persuade those ashlanders to accompany us too..."
He looked up and noticed Rianne and Dralas standing not far from a food stand. He waved to them too.
OOC: are people ready to approach them yet?
Rianne
Rianne noticed someone waving at them...
" Dralas! There he is, the priest I mean, come on, let's head over, shall we?"
She took Dralas' hand and approached the priest and the three others
OOC: Two Ashlanders coming right up!
Rianne noticed someone waving at them...
" Dralas! There he is, the priest I mean, come on, let's head over, shall we?"
She took Dralas' hand and approached the priest and the three others
OOC: Two Ashlanders coming right up!
Eno Arval
Eno was so preoccupied with his selfloathing that he didn't see anything beyond his own two feet. So he didn't notice that Rothan was actually standing not too far off, nor did he notice Rianne and Dralas walking by him.
"My life, what good is it to anyone? Yet it is all I have, all I have to give. My life, and these two hands. Yes, when I meet sir Rothan again, I will put my life and my hands in his. If I ever see him again. I hope he didn't get dragged off to be executed or something. I mean, it was quite obviously that even if what we were doing was legal, those upon whose territory we tresspassed would not have seen it that way."
OOC: I'll wait for my turn. Also, I'm not good at this angst thing.
Eno was so preoccupied with his selfloathing that he didn't see anything beyond his own two feet. So he didn't notice that Rothan was actually standing not too far off, nor did he notice Rianne and Dralas walking by him.
"My life, what good is it to anyone? Yet it is all I have, all I have to give. My life, and these two hands. Yes, when I meet sir Rothan again, I will put my life and my hands in his. If I ever see him again. I hope he didn't get dragged off to be executed or something. I mean, it was quite obviously that even if what we were doing was legal, those upon whose territory we tresspassed would not have seen it that way."
OOC: I'll wait for my turn. Also, I'm not good at this angst thing.
Dralas
Dralas and Rianne walked towards the priest, her hand in his. On the way, they crossed paths with the instrument maker. He seemed preoccupied in a depressed kind of way. His name escaped Dralas, but the ashlander greeted him anyway.
"You alright?" he asked when they came close enough, "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Dralas and Rianne walked towards the priest, her hand in his. On the way, they crossed paths with the instrument maker. He seemed preoccupied in a depressed kind of way. His name escaped Dralas, but the ashlander greeted him anyway.
"You alright?" he asked when they came close enough, "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Dralas
Dralas and Rianne walked towards the priest, her hand in his. On the way, they crossed paths with the instrument maker. He seemed preoccupied in a depressed kind of way. His name escaped Dralas, but the ashlander greeted him anyway.
"You alright?" he asked when they came close enough, "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Dralas and Rianne walked towards the priest, her hand in his. On the way, they crossed paths with the instrument maker. He seemed preoccupied in a depressed kind of way. His name escaped Dralas, but the ashlander greeted him anyway.
"You alright?" he asked when they came close enough, "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Dranas Heleran (Still speaking with Rothan)
"At the very least we can make some use of their archery skills--I don't need to tell you how frustrating it is to wave a sword at those damned cliff racers. As for ashstorms... just find a cave or a niche in the rocks."
"And did you say that you mislaid your mace? I can help with that, you know. As a matter of fact, I just happen to have a fine steel mace of Nordic design, plated with silver mined from the base of High Hrothgar and enchanted with frost, the essence of Skyrim. If you're interested, I'm certain we could come to reasonable bargain."
"At the very least we can make some use of their archery skills--I don't need to tell you how frustrating it is to wave a sword at those damned cliff racers. As for ashstorms... just find a cave or a niche in the rocks."
"And did you say that you mislaid your mace? I can help with that, you know. As a matter of fact, I just happen to have a fine steel mace of Nordic design, plated with silver mined from the base of High Hrothgar and enchanted with frost, the essence of Skyrim. If you're interested, I'm certain we could come to reasonable bargain."
Rothan
Rothan laughed, "I'm sure you could. I didn't so much mislay the last one as break it over a skull, it wasn't well built but I don't like heavy weapons. But as to your offer, no, I think I shall see what the Temple supplies can provide."
He glanced over to where Dralas and Rianne had been and saw they had met Eno who looked rather unhappy now Rothan took the time to notice. "I suppose we'd best ask them if we're to leave tomorrow morning." He started towards the ashlanders and the old instrument maker.
Rothan laughed, "I'm sure you could. I didn't so much mislay the last one as break it over a skull, it wasn't well built but I don't like heavy weapons. But as to your offer, no, I think I shall see what the Temple supplies can provide."
He glanced over to where Dralas and Rianne had been and saw they had met Eno who looked rather unhappy now Rothan took the time to notice. "I suppose we'd best ask them if we're to leave tomorrow morning." He started towards the ashlanders and the old instrument maker.
Rianne
Rianne also noticed the old man's unhappy face.
He gave me that flute, he's a kind man, I wonder what's wrong with him, his heart aches..I can see that
"Eno is it, right?" Rianne gently touched the old man's shoulder
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
She squeezed Dralas' hand for a moment...
Rianne also noticed the old man's unhappy face.
He gave me that flute, he's a kind man, I wonder what's wrong with him, his heart aches..I can see that
"Eno is it, right?" Rianne gently touched the old man's shoulder
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
She squeezed Dralas' hand for a moment...
Eno Arval
The sudden touch shook him out of his lamentations.
"Eh, who?" He stammered as he turned. The two ashlanders, Dralas and Rianne stood there, with a hint of worry on their face.
"Ah sir, lady. I hadn't noticed you. Please forgive me." He said apologetically as he bowed to the two.
"And well, I haven't seen a ghost, not in decades at least. But one might say I am troubled." He continued. He didn't quite know why, but it felt good to speak about his folly, even if only in general terms.
"You see, I have been a fool and made a terrible mistake. A mistake of honour, loyalty and trust. I've let a good man down when he needed me to stand with him. However much I would appreciate your help though, this is something I must rectify myself. Speaking of which, you wouldn't happen to have seen sir Rothan, would you? The priest we travelled with for a while?"
OOC: Yeah, he's really been ignoring his surroundings. Rothan is right over there, you blind dude!
The sudden touch shook him out of his lamentations.
"Eh, who?" He stammered as he turned. The two ashlanders, Dralas and Rianne stood there, with a hint of worry on their face.
"Ah sir, lady. I hadn't noticed you. Please forgive me." He said apologetically as he bowed to the two.
"And well, I haven't seen a ghost, not in decades at least. But one might say I am troubled." He continued. He didn't quite know why, but it felt good to speak about his folly, even if only in general terms.
"You see, I have been a fool and made a terrible mistake. A mistake of honour, loyalty and trust. I've let a good man down when he needed me to stand with him. However much I would appreciate your help though, this is something I must rectify myself. Speaking of which, you wouldn't happen to have seen sir Rothan, would you? The priest we travelled with for a while?"
OOC: Yeah, he's really been ignoring his surroundings.
Rothan is right over there, you blind dude!
Dralas
I don't know what he's done, but the desire to put it right is honorable enough.
"He's headed this way," Dralas answered, pointing a short distance away, "I take it the priest can help you solve your problem?"
I don't know what he's done, but the desire to put it right is honorable enough.
"He's headed this way," Dralas answered, pointing a short distance away, "I take it the priest can help you solve your problem?"
Rothan
When they got to where the ashlanders spoke with Eno, Rothan noticed how upset the instrument maker was. He also overheard Dralas say something about a priest.
"Sera," he said, "What is the matter. The Armigers didn't give you too much trouble did they?" He hadn't noticed Eno around after he was found so assumed he had been fine. Now he worried he had been wrong.
He gave the ashlanders a nod before waiting for Eno to reply.
OOC: I moved Dranas, if that's not what you want I'll edit
When they got to where the ashlanders spoke with Eno, Rothan noticed how upset the instrument maker was. He also overheard Dralas say something about a priest.
"Sera," he said, "What is the matter. The Armigers didn't give you too much trouble did they?" He hadn't noticed Eno around after he was found so assumed he had been fine. Now he worried he had been wrong.
He gave the ashlanders a nod before waiting for Eno to reply.
OOC: I moved Dranas, if that's not what you want I'll edit
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