realization


Outer Ward
Castle Anvard


Deonyc nods, “The beach does get too cold in winter, and the wind dosn’t help.”

A daughter of eve wearing a blue work dress nods and looks over to Gallagher and Kaie. “I would hate for any of us to get a cold.”

Lanisen leaves the kennels in the late afternoon, huddling into his coat, fitting his hands into an unusual pair of fur-lined gloves.

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Sepulcher
Eastern Archenland Graveyard


This is a small dark room of dark red stone, with no windows or furnishings. Ragged remnants of once-fine tapestries hang on the walls, and grime dulls the fine marble paving. There is a smell of must and decay, though faint with age, and a few dead leaves lie colorless and desiccated in a corner.

A stone sarcophagus sits in the center of the room, its polished cover engraved with the name of some long-dead king.


Lanisen seems to have not moved from his position in the last few hours.

Vinri slowly opens the door again. Once it is open far enough, she pulls a newly-acquired shawl over her head and the lower part of her face, tucking it in to stay at least mostly on its own.

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found


Sepulcher
Eastern Archenland Graveyard


This is a small dark room of dark red stone, with no windows or furnishings. Ragged remnants of once-fine tapestries hang on the walls, and grime dulls the fine marble paving. There is a smell of must and decay, though faint with age, and a few dead leaves lie colorless and desiccated in a corner.

A stone sarcophagus sits in the center of the room, its polished cover engraved with the name of some long-dead king.


Lanisen is curled up on his side on the floor, his back facing the door.

The large door scrapes open, just a tiny crack at first, pausing before anyone could even fully see through.

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how not to trust your gut


East Andale
Eastern Archenland


The lane here widens to form a square of sorts and has several carts sitting at nearby buildings. People hurry back and forth between the two busy shops. Handel’s Mercantile dominates the north half of the square, and the smaller shop, Verloren’s Found and Lost, sits to the south. There are several benches here for those waiting on shoppers and horses hitched to posts.


Darius strolls easily along the lane, satchel slung over his shoulder and sword still hanging loose at his side. His eyes bore into the ground as he looks lost in thought.

Lanisen passes through the town, headed for the tavern on the east side. He catches sight of Darius and gives him a second searching look, a confused, uncertain expression on his face.

Vinri is walking somewhat behind Lanisen, a large satchel tucked securely against her side.

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darius


East Andale
Eastern Archenland


The lane here widens to form a square of sorts and has several carts sitting at nearby buildings. People hurry back and forth between the two busy shops. Handel’s Mercantile dominates the north half of the square, and the smaller shop, Verloren’s Found and Lost, sits to the south. There are several benches here for those waiting on shoppers and horses hitched to posts. toward the Herberg Road.


Lanisen passes through the town in the late evening, his limp evident in the gloaming. He keeps to the side of the road, nodding to the people he meets as he heads west but not initiating conversation.

Darius walks with his head down and sword strapped loosely at his side. One of the straps of the pack is slung over his right shoulder and both hands clasp it. Though his head is down, if one were extremely observent, they might notice their constant shifting as he attempts keep his surroundings in check.

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the regular crowd


The Narrow Gate Hall
Andale
Eastern Archenland


Vinri is sitting at the bar, chin on her hand and eyes closed. There’s a cup of cider at her elbow.

Lanisen heads to the bar, craning his neck to catch a glance into the kitchen. He chooses a seat a little ways down from Vinri and hoists himself up, asking Dranken for a slice of pie.

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go-between


Outer Ward
Castle Anvard


Vinri is setting her stall up for the afternoon. There is a little sand sticking to her skirt.

Lanisen emerges from the kennels, blinking in the bright sunlight. He picks a few tufts of dog fur off his shirt, trying to get the worst, then gives up. He eyes the north stair for a moment and finally makes a face and turns toward the market.

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comparing backstories


Outer Ward
Castle Anvard


Cassandra is sitting on a barrel, watching the inner gatehouse doors.

Lanisen leaves the kennels, washing his doggy hands off in a hogshead by the door, and glances around the ward. He dries his hands and heads toward Cassandra’s barrel, tilting his head at her a little.

Cassandra doesn’t seem to see her brother approaching. Her focus is still on the gatehouse.

Lanisen kicks her barrel.

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gems


The Narrow Gate Hall
Andale
Eastern Archenland


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.


Vinri is sitting at the bar, writing a letter. Her gloves lay neatly folded beside the parchment, and she is currently less writing and more staring absently at the bottles across from her and tapping her mouth with the feather-end of her quill. A cup of tea sits untouched and cooling nearby.

Lanisen pauses at the door, glancing around at the tables and chairs as though looking for somebody. He makes an unsatisfied face and heads toward the bar anyway, giving the pricelist a thoughtful look, and takes a seat a few stools down from Vinri.

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settling in


Infirmary
Castle Anvard


The infirmary of Anvard is a long, bright room, a little over half the length
of the Great Hall. It is shaped oddly, the northeast and southwest walls
curving inward to accommodate the towers on either side. A partition that faces
the door out to the inner ward bisects the room, separating the front area
where the castle healers work from the back.

Three windows on either side of the door in the southeast wall let in a good
amount of sunlight, especially in the late morning, and their sills are
cluttered with the pots of several frequently used plants. To the left of the
door stands a large cabinet, and bundles of herbs in various stages of drying
hang from the ceiling. There is a long oak worktable to the right of the door,
and a desk in the east corner is piled high with half-completed notes and books
and other useful documents.


Kairyn sits in the east corner of the infirmary, working at the desk stationed there. Glasses perch on her nose and she scribbles furiously on several pieces of paper scattered on top of the rest of her clutter.

Lanisen opens the door from the inner ward and peeks in. He steps tentatively inside and closes the door quietly behind him. “Um… ‘scuse me?”

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