Castle Anvard

The kennel of Anvard is a fairly spacious room, well-lit by the windows in the south wall looking toward the Outer Ward. It is immediately obvious that the hounds housed here are quite well-treated: the floor is kept clean-swept; the blankets padding the dogs’ wooden beds are thick and warm; and the hounds themselves have a certain sleek, well-fed look. Several pens can be seen toward the back of the room, likely used to isolate dogs that are sick, injured, or in need of further training, but the majority of the castle hounds are allowed to roam freely about the room.

A fireplace, lit on cold days, is set into the east wall, opposite the door to the quarters of Danall, the Master of Hounds. A set of wooden stairs leads up to a second level.

Lanisen sits on the floor against the east wall late in the evening, buried in hounds. There’s one flopped across his lap, another two curled up and snoozing next to him, and a fourth sitting and getting her ears rubbed. Lanisen doesn’t look too bothered by his predicament.

Arael peeks her head in the door and looks around. When she catches sight of Lanisen, she grins and steps all the way in, shutting the door behind her.

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because we are alive

Before the Gates of Anvard
Eastern Archenland

A flat green space at the foot of the mountains opens here, sheltered by the slopes of the northern mountains. Stormness Head looms high to the northeast, its peak nearly always in clouds, and the double-headed peak of Mount Pire rises over the trees to the northwest. A steep ridge like the side of a bowl curves around from the northwest to the east, and the ground descends into dense forest to the south.

At the center of the clear area is a small turreted castle, facing east. Its weathered walls are built of large blocks of red granite that glitter faintly in the sunlight, and elegantly functional ironwork graces the front gates and portcullis. A stone cobbled road wide enough to easily facilitate the passage of carts and carriages crosses over the broad green lawns from the castle gates, disappearing into the trees to the east.

(OOC note: This log contains a busy crowd scene and has been edited and color-coded for readability.)

Lune wanders around the space of the lawn being set up for the feast, chatting with nobles and commoners alike. He’s clearly in high spirits, and every now and then his loud, booming laugh bells out at something said.

Astera beams with energy and happiness as she holds her daughter, telling the story of Mount Pire. She is hanging around the edges, not yet mingling with the crowd but clearly her heart is light.

Aliyah pads towards the castle grounds, nose twitching at all of the different but delightful scents.

Tempest trots through the crowd of Narnians and Archenlanders, taking everything in.

Arael comes out onto the lawn through the castle gates. She is hovering at Lanisen’s elbow, watching him and the ground closely to be sure that he doesn’t stumble or snag his cane on anything. Progress is slow, but eventually they make it.

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subjects of gossip

Castle Anvard

Honour steps into the kennels, a fresh breath of warmer air following her. She wears a light cloak, removing it once she steps into the warmer builder. After speaking with the houndskeeper a moment, she walks over to where Lord Dar’s hound is.

Lanisen clomps down the stairs from the upper level, mostly hidden by a wobbly stack of clean blankets, presumably to replace the hounds’ bedding. Unfortunately, the height of the stack of blankets seems to make it difficult for him to see the steps, and he misses the last one. Though he manages to keep his footing, blankets go flying.
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pups and hounds

Outer Ward
Castle Anvard

Colin is walking through the Ward, newly-filled quiver in hand.

Lanisen is heading toward the kennels from the inner gatehouse, evidently having just been at the kitchens. His arms are full of rather unpleasant-looking bundles wrapped in brown paper – probably raw meat for the dogs. He skids on a patch of ice and nearly loses his balance, but manages to steady himself without losing a single packet.
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definitely kill the messenger

Inner Ward
Castle Anvard

Avery is walking through the Ward, an open book in her hands. She is looking at it, but it does not block her vision.

Lanisen is heading through the ward in the direction of the kitchens. He pauses at the well for a brief drink, shivering slightly – the water is likely near-freezing – then hurries on. Nothing about him looks particularly out-of-place.
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