clean-up


Attic
Bird and Baby Inn
Coghill
Southeastern Archenland


Strangely enough, this attic seems to see quite a bit of traffic. Perhaps the trunks stored here are arranged in a haphazard fashion; at least, it looks like there’s no method to the configuration. Everything in the attic, from the tattered crimson velvet curtains to the faded paintings, dates from at least a century ago. While the items covered in fabric to protect them were once opulent, even the best of them could only be described as shabby now.

At the back of the attic is a stout door. The knob has been recently changed out, and it has a sheen to it which is not evident elsewhere in the room. It is secured with a massive lock; whatever is kept beyond the door must be valuable indeed. There is a small, grimy pane of glass set high in the wall, and the seams around it must have worn away over time, since the wuthering noise of the wind creeps in.


Lanisen sits on top of a trunk near his bedroll, going through his pack methodically.

Colin climbs up the stairs, looking around the attic. He blinks rapidly as his eyes adjust to the dimmer light.

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wreckage


The Bird and Baby’s Tavern
Coghill
Southeastern Archenland


Sehsis shakes his head, amused despite himself, “The latter is what I aim to do, as for the former, I do have a wife as you know- And this reminds me” He takes a letter from his satchel and hands it to her “I was back in Calormen for a short while and have this for you, before I forget”

Abrielle smiles brightly and takes the letter greedily. “Thank you! How was your wife?”

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boar and arrow


Woodland Road
Outside Coghill
Southeastern Archenland


The lane rounds a little bend and meets a fork here. To the south, it widens into a well-kept road, lined with trees on either side, with chimney tops and brightly painted wood peeking through here and there. To the northeast and southeast, wilder forms of life begin to creep in as the trail passes through the forest.

Roughly west, a narrower path shoots off of the main road and begins winding in among the trees. It bears the marks of many hooves, some of which look fresher than others.


Lanisen makes his way down the road from town, winding his scarf an extra loop to keep off the chill.

Colin emerges from the trees, walking down the narrow path that meets up with the road.
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welts


Carmichael Village Square
Western Archenland


You stand in the center of a quaint little country village, nestled in the foothills of the Western Mountains. There are a few shops surrounding the square, including Isfar’s blacksmith shop to the east, which is ringing with the sound of iron-on-iron. To the southwest is a small tavern, which smells of good home-cooked food. There is a traveller’s shelter to the northwest with a sign over the door that reads “Carmichael Lodge”. There is also a shop to the northeast, and two others, to the southeast and to the west, respectively. In the midst of the square stands a a stone well.

The main road heads south toward the settlement, a collection of humble, neatly-kept homes to the southwest of the main town.


Colin strides through the square, wearing a pensive expression on his face.

Lanisen heads up the path from the south, eying an angry red welt on his wrist ruefully.

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dredging


Loft
Lancelyn Green — Middle Archenland


Lanisen has climbed the haystacks again and is tucked away with a roll of bread and meat from the morning market and a book. There are about four cats lounging strategically in the puddles of afternoon sunlight from the window.

Colin climbs up the ladder part way and sticks his head over the edge. He looks like he’s been outside, there’s leaves and twigs and probably mud as well. “Hey, question.” Continue reading dredging

new information


Loft
Lancelyn Green — Middle Archenland


Lanisen returns to the loft late in the day. He sets a small bundle of parcels down near their packs, drops down onto a haybale, and rubs his hands over his face.

Colin is laying on his bedroll, absently reading a book. He glances up when Lanisen arrives. “Hey.” he mumbles a distracted greeting. Continue reading new information

first aid


Loft
Lancelyn Green — Middle Archenland


Lanisen has scaled one of the taller stacks of haybales and is perched in the shadows near the ceiling. He has out the little dagger he bought in Coghill and is carefully working old grime out of the ridges on the hilt with a cloth.

Colin clambers up the ladder and is greeted by one of the stable cats who has perched nearby waiting for attention. He scritches her ears and then kneels down and starts rummaging through his stuff. Continue reading first aid