You stand in the busy Outer Ward of Anvard, full of people seeing to the needs of king and kingdom. There are market stalls along the outer wall, bustling with merchants and shoppers. Grooms work in the stables, tending to the horses there, and you hear the occasional bark of a dog from the kennels. The sounds of hammer hitting iron rings out from the Blacksmith Shop. There are stairs leading to the Gate Towers on the northern and southern corners of the outer curtain. To the west is the Outer Gatehouse, and the road leading into the realm of Archenland, and to the east another gate, leading to Inner Gatehouse, the Inner Ward, and the main section of Anvard.
Lanisen is just emerging from the kennels to the south of the outer ward, shutting the door behind him. He shivers slightly in the rather brisk wind, and turns toward the inner gatehouse, keeping his head down and not making eye contact with any of the servants, commoners, or nobles milling around the area.
Aren steps out of the blacksmith’s shop and looks about. He notices the man coming out of the kennels and watches him closely then walks after him, “Hey aren’t you that murdering villian they let out?”
Lanisen stiffens, his steps faltering. He glances over his shoulder toward the other man almost automatically, then quickly ducks his head, flushing with shame. “I didn’t kill anybody,” he says, an almost pleading note in his voice.
Aren says, “I’ve heard otherwise.”
Lanisen glances toward the door of the kennels as if giving serious consideration to escaping back behind it. He instead turns to face the blacksmith, his hands at his sides. “What did you hear?” he asks dully.
Aren says, “That you’ve killed several men and stolen for countless others.”
Lanisen’s hands clench involuntarily into fists at his sides, but his expression is blank. “What else?” he asks, his voice quiet.
Aren glances off to the side for a moment, “Well….that’s it…”
Lanisen simply nods and turns to walk away without further comment. He offers no confirmation or denial of the accusation.
Aren asks, “Did you do everything I’ve heard?”
Lanisen asks, “‘S it matter?”
Aren says, “Yes…it does.”
Aren says, “To me atleast.”
Lanisen says, “An’ what if I did do all that?”
Aren says, “Then my thought of you wouldn’t have changed.”
Lanisen points out, “But if that’s what you think of me now, why would you believe a… murderin’ villain if he told you somethin’ other than what all your friends are sayin’?”
Aren says, “Maybe I don’t completely believe the rumors.”
Lanisen regards the blacksmith with something like suspicion for a moment, then sighs. His shoulders slump a degree, and he says simply, “Some of ’em are true.” With that, he turns toward the inner gatehouse, his steps rather quicker than necessary.