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Kennels
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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Kennels
Castle Anvard


Lanisen is kneeling near the back of the kennels, armed with a bucket of soapy water and a sopping wet rag, scrubbing out one of the few actual enclosures. It looks like fairly hot, miserable work, involving much sweat and pruny hands, but it also looks nearly finished.

Tyren tucks a piece of parchment into the folds of his tunic as he makes his way into the kennels, having been perusing it beforehand. Elek perks up as the knight enters, and pads over quicky.
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Kennel Loft
Castle Anvard


Lanisen seems to be finished with his duties for the day in the kennels below, as he is sprawled near the now-empty whelping box, tussling with several mostly-grown puppies at once. Much good-natured growling can be heard from both sides as they fight over a short length of knotted rope, ears and tails, and Lanisen’s shoes.

Elek pads into the upper room, sniffing around. The hound is soon followed by his master, who has a bit of a puzzled expression as he watches Elek.
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dumb dog


Kennels
Castle Anvard


Lanisen can be seen near the back of the kennels, trying to convince Elek of his peaceful intentions with the assistance of a strip of dried meat.

Tyren makes his way into the kennels clad in a fairly heavy cloak, and his face is red, as if he’s been out in cold whether for a fair amount of time. His brow arches quite noticeably at the scene before him, and strides over. Elek, for his part, does not seem moved at all, keeping near Durant and a low growl of sorts in his throat.
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Inner Ward
Castle Anvard


Tyren descends the south stairwell, accompanied by another knight. He makes a few gestures, which are mimicked by the other knight in a slightly different manner, suggested that perhaps the two of them are talking about various sword techniques.

Lanisen skirts the courtyard, making his way through in the unobtrusive manner that seems to be his norm, aiming for the gatehouse to the west. There is nothing unusual about his appearance – except that he is carrying a stack of what looks like rough blankets or gunny sacks, oddly enough. Continue reading counterparts

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Inner Ward
Castle Anvard


Lanisen, along with a few other random kitchen drudges, is heading out of the kitchens and in the general direction of the staff quarters through the dark Inner Ward. The servants are chatting among themselves; Lanisen, predictably, hangs back.

Tyren strolls into the ward at a calm and easy pace, looking rather more relaxed than he normally does in the daytime.
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Inner Ward
Castle Anvard


Tyren descends one of the stairwells, winded and red-faced. He makes his way toward the well, skirting the edges of the general bustle in the ward until he absolutely /has/ to breach it.

Lanisen scurries from the kitchen to the well and back again, looking tired and flustered and harried. He dodges the majority of the aforementioned general bustle, but as he reaches the edge of the general bustle, he might be in a position to encounter somebody who is attempting to avoid the bustle.

Tyren is, indeed, in rather a position to be bumped into by someone of the in-a-hurry-to-appease-an-irate-stressed-cook-and-thusly-not-paying-much-attention-to-his-surroundings persuasion.

Lanisen bumps. Water flies. Chickens squawk. General mayhem.
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Inner Ward
Castle Anvard


Tyren runs a hand through his hair as he walks into the ward, looking somewhat distracted. His boots are rather sandy, as if he’s just spent some time on the beach.

Lanisen seems to be running water-duty yet again. He lugs a bucket back to the kitchen, disappears into its door, and reappears some moments later with the same bucket empty.
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…awkward


Inner Ward
Castle Anvard


Tyren stands by the well, looking winded. He hands rest on its edge, seeming to support the knight for the time being. Likely he’s had himself a hard and heavy training session.

Lanisen approaches the well from the north side of the ward, carrying a very large empty pail. He pauses on seeing the knight already there, and loiters back a little ways, probably waiting for Tyren to move on. The relatively steady traffic in the ward would make him not stand out overmuch.
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relief


Kennel Loft
Castle Anvard


Dar reclines against the far wall of the upper room, at his ease. Durant rests curled up next to his master, his nose across Dar’s knee. Dar absently strokes the hound’s ear, deep in thought.

Lanisen climbs the stairs at the other end of the room, able to be heard a few seconds before his head can be seen above the floor. He obviously does not expect to see Dar there, and is visibly startled.
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