You stand at a busy crossroad outside Andale. The main road curves up from the forest to the southwest, heading into the town to the east. A less-traveled road winds up into the mountains to the west, and a smaller track descends into a canyon to the north.
South of the crossroads is heavily forested, the main path disappearing into the trees to the southwest. At the southeast corner of the crossroads stands a tall walnut tree.
Lanisen is leaning against the walnut tree, people-watching. Not really scouting for a target, just… watching.
Jana saunters from the direction of the inn, chewing a nail and ‘accidentally’ brushing a few people on the way through the crowded crossroad. One brow quirks upward at the sight of Lanisen.
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In the Archenland Forest
You stand in the middle of a forest. The trees are broadly spaced, the ground beneath you uncluttered by underbrush, giving the gently rolling landscape an almost parklike feel. Dappled light filters down through the branches, leaves shimmering and translucent against the sunlight. A few birds flit by overhead while others sing in the trees, providing a merry counterpoint to the whispering of the wind. To the south, you can see the mountains that separate Archenland from the Southern Desert.
Lanisen is sitting at the base of a massive tree, sharpening his dagger and looking sullen.
Jana walks among the trees gracefully, her left hand brushing the tips of the grass that lies in the undergrowth, her right at the ready. She leans up against a nearby tree at the sight of Lanisen and cross her arms, pondering the sullen figure quietly.
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A Wide Glade
The trees part to form a wide glade, surrounded on all sides by high trees. The ground is covered in grass and bracken, softening your steps. You are shaded by the surrounding trees, with dappled sunlight breaking through the leaves. The air smells clean and earthy, and there is just enough of a
breeze to cool your face a bit.
The ring of trees parts in two places; due north and east.
Jana walks into the glade, her eyes alert but her countenance relaxed.
Lanisen is standing in a combat pose, wooden sword wielded against a formidable… eh, tree. He lets out a yell and swings the sword at the tree with a resounding ‘crack’, clearly believing himself to be alone.
Jana smirks at the sight of the young man. She leans up against a tree nearby but not immediately in the line of vision and watches.
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In the Archenland Forest
You stand in the middle of a forest. The trees are broadly spaced, the ground beneath you uncluttered by underbrush, giving the gently rolling landscape an almost parklike feel. Dappled light filters down through the branches, leaves shimmering and translucent against the sunlight. A few birds flit by overhead while others sing in the trees, providing a merry counterpoint to the whispering of the wind. To the south, mountains separate Archenland from the Southern Desert. The forest continues in all other directions.
[Lanisen sneaks in, unsuccessfully.]
Loc is kneeling, examinging a patch of Queen Helen’s lace. He straightens a bit but doesn’t look behind him. “You’ll need to be better than that if you want to avoid detection my friend.”
Lanisen pauses, scowling down at the snapped twig beneath his foot. “Who said anything about avoiding detection?”
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The Narrow Gate Hall
The Hall of the Narrow Gate is brightly lit by a large chandelier, and by
torches on the walls. A bar runs along the length of the south wall. Behind
the bar stands Dranken, the Barman, polishing a glass. The wall behind him
holds several bottles, and racks of glasses. There is also a menu offering
drinks and food. The north wall is dominated by a cheerful stone fireplace.
The rest of the room is filled with tables and stools, in little clusters all
over the scuffed wooden floor. An arch leads to the Anteroom to the south.
Jana sits at the bar, her ankles, just barely visible, crossed. She fingers a lock of hair as she chats a little too amiably with another customer.
Myrd is at a table in the back of the tavern, his face concealed in shadow. He appears to be in the middle of a game with the young man seated across from him, though his gaze takes in the other patrons as he plays.
Lanisen is sitting at a table farther into the tavern, resting his chin on his arms. His companion chatters away a mile a minute, and he gives every appearance of paying close attention, though an observer might note the frequent glances he gives to the metallic glint of a bracelet on her right wrist.
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