Outer Ward
Castle Anvard

Lanisen makes his way through the market in the early afternoon. Despite the sunny day, he’s wearing a scarf and a jacket. He’s got bags under his eyes and looks a little pale.

Deonyc walks along the marketplace aside a fellow guardsman, they are both in uniform but greeting people as they meet.

Dalia slips out from the stables, dusting off her dress and brushing a hair behind her ear.

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midsummer’s eve

Castle Anvard

Lanisen is kneeling on the rug in front of the empty fireplace with an enormous wolfhound, brushing out the dog’s thick fur. Tufts of black fur have begun to accumulate in piles around them, and the hound looks extremely content, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.

Haft raps on the door, sticking his head in and seeking out Lanisen as his eyes adjust to the light in the room.

Lanisen glances up. He gets quickly to his feet, brushing fur off his shirt.

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culture clash

Outer Ward
Castle Anvard

Lanisen is just leaving the kennel at around lunchtime. He pauses outside the door, considering the markets, then heads toward the pretzel stall.

Sehsis wanders into the market, he walks over to one of the stall keepers- a baker of some sort- and hands them a box, accepting payment in turn for the order. He then makes his way across the ward, just generally browsing.

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ethical quandry

Outer Ward
Castle Anvard

Lanisen is sitting on the step outside the kennel in the early evening, leaning against the doorframe, watching the temporary market stalls being broken down and their remaining wares carted out. He’s working on a half-eaten sandwich, but seems to have run out of room for his supper.

Nasrin strolls along the line of market stalls (at least those few still open) for a few more minutes, taking a look at what wares remain. Disappointed at having arrived late, she makes to leaves the outer ward before noticing Lanisen and walking on over.

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pecans and puppy-persuasion

Outer Ward
Castle Anvard

Lanisen has paused at a woodcarver’s stall just inside the outer curtain wall, considering a charm in the shape of a daisy.

Sehsis enters the market along with Nasrin, apparently in conversation, “-Well he ended up insulting her, though in fairness she -was- rather large. Even so”

Nasrin is laughing at the tale. “You can’t be serious, he actually said that to her?”

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