divvying loot

Cassandra’s Quarters
Castle Anvard

Lanisen knocks on the door around his usual time, early afternoon, just in time for lunch.

Cassandra is sitting at her desk, writing. Coins are stacked in piles and it can be inferred that they are all of her life savings. “Come in, Lanisen.”

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kittens and tea parties

Cassandra’s Quarters
Castle Anvard

Cassandra is sitting in her bed, looking still listless. Her food is barely touched.

Lanisen knocks on the door in the early afternoon.

Cassandra doesn’t call or anything. There is just silence.

Lanisen calls through the door after a moment, “Cass? It’s Lanisen, is it– can I come in?”

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In the Archenland Forest
Middle Archenland

A mountain forest surrounds you on every side. Gazing over the trees to the north and south, you see the snowcaps rising, though you can still continue a bit further before the foothills impede your progress. The wide valley you stand in runs east and west between them, a gently rolling, hilly place, covered mostly with grass and the rare flower.

It is an crisp early morning, the type that makes you want to just stay in bed. Everything is peaceful except Cass is no where to be found.

Colin rolls over, slowly waking up. He rubs his eyes and starts to sit up, glancing at the dying embers of the fire.

Lanisen is fast asleep, his blanket over his head.

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Lancelyn Green
Middle Archenland

You stand in the entrance of the Lancelyn Green stables. Every so often you hear a neigh or whinny from one of the stable residents. Rows of stalls line the path ahead. Some are empty, others are occupied by horses. At the far northern end after a second row of stalls is a large door open to the paddocks. In the middle of the stalls is an area where stable hands attend to the grooming and shoeing needs of the horses. To the right of this area is a ladder leading up to the loft. To the east is a door leading to the Feeding Area and to the west is a door to the Tack Room.

A bucket and fresh hay are provided in each stall for the horse. There is a soft crunch as you walk across the hard packed dirt floor scattered with hay. A young man with coppery hair and bright green eyes is preparing a nearby stall for a new resident. This looks like a fine place to keep your horse.

Colin dismounts outside the stable and leads Coalblack inside.

Lanisen is sitting inside the stable on a haybale, watching the road. There is a ball in his left hand, which he is alternately squeezing and tossing up and down, working absently on strength and dexterity while he waits. When Colin comes into view, he pockets the ball and stands slowly.

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Abandoned House
Lanisen and Cassandra’s childhood home
Western Archenland

Cassandra is stoking the fire, preparing to make some more soup.

Lanisen slips back into the house after dusk, shivering. He hesitates at the door, looking toward the hearth, then makes his way toward where he has left his satchel.

Cassandra looks up at him, surprise on her face. However, when he moves to his satchel, she looks away with a slight resignation in her face.

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haircuts and destiny

Abandoned House
Lanisen and Cassandra’s childhood home
Western Archenland

Cassandra is curled up on her side, taking a nap.

Lanisen returns to the house in the early afternoon, his satchel bulging with supplies, with an extra blanket tucked under his arm. He opens the door as quietly as he may, glances toward where Cassandra is sleeping, and slips the rest of the way in.

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grasping at straws

Abandoned House
Lanisen and Cassandra’s childhood home
Western Archenland

Cassandra is sitting along side of Lanton’s burial marker, her head in her hands.

Lanisen makes his way up the path to the house, his satchel over his shoulder. He slows and stops before he reaches the corner of the house, at an angle where he can see into the back. He watches her silently from this distance but seems hesitant to intrude.

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Abandoned House
Lanisen and Cassandra’s childhood home
Western Archenland

Lanisen makes his way up the overgrown path from the main road. He pauses once the house is in view, his eyes flitting over the windows and door, glancing toward the back yard. He approaches the door, watching the windows as he does so, and tries the knob. It turns.

As Lanisen enters the house, he would see the common room of an abandoned house. Cobwebs and dust are all over the place and everything looks mostly undisturbed. However, at the old fireplace, a figure huddles around it. The old threadbare blanket that is wrapped around the figure would not do justice in winter and the palpable fire in the fireplace would scarce warm anyone.

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