Elendor
A thing or two ...
Verge tries to master the dagger with the smirking Annata as audience
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Location: Fearachas
Game Date: 3 of May in the year 3046
IC Time: Early morning
Description:
Fearachas
The thunderous fall mists to the south of this tiny valley hidden between the undulating folds of the surrounding hills. Life flourishes flowers, foliage and trees bursting forth to flood the ground with a rich malachite sea of colours. To the west of this hollow, a small Dunlending village squats, a model of pastoral serenity. Some thirty-over stone buildings with thatched roofs nestle in the centre of golden fields. Rising majestically about the village grounds are the Caerdh woods, hiding the village from view of most. From here, all that can be seen of the outside world are the Misty Mountains to the East and the distant stronghold of the Bears to the south.
Darkness hides all but the bass song of the falls to the south and the few pinpricks of candlelight from villagers still up late at night.
Obvious exits:
Cottage leads to Cottage.
South leads to Waterfall <>.
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Dunland Time and Weather Forecast
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Real Time is: Tue Mar 03 14:46:06 2009
IC weather is: Wind: breeze - Clouds: sparse
IC Moon is: Waxing gibbous
IC time is: Dawn
IC date is: Hevensday, Day 3 of May in the year 3046.
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[Verge(#32426)]
From the east, a slowly increasing glow of light rises into the sky from the horizon, erupting in a cascade of purple and orange hues among the clouds. Although the farther west you were to look, the darker the shade of indigo blue would become. A few stars still twinkle in the sky, just above the forest right outside the village. Several of its residents make for an early start to the day carrying buckets of water or pushing along wheelbarrows towards the fields. The sound of neighing horses can be heard from the stables, as their masters lead them out to help in the next days' work. A young woman situates herself near one of the local inns, wrapped in a cloak of dark blue and carrying a small bag with belongings. She adjusts a small dagger sheathed on the side of her belt silently, apparently preparing herself for a journey.
It is early enough that even Breveg is only just emerging from the dwelling where he sleeps, yawning and twisting back a tousled mass of dark curls from his face. At the sight of Verge he grunts, frowns slightly and turns his steps that way. "Fair morning," he calls out to her when he is near enough. "I suppose it is - just. Leaving us so soon?" His tone bears a hint of irony.
[Verge(#32426)]
Verge pays no attention to the sounds of the village awakening she minds her own business until Brev calls out a greeting. "Oh," and she lets the dagger at her side hang there, having adjusted it to a comfortable position. "Good morning." She nods, shortly before her expression turns into one of pleasant surprise. "Well, yes. I figure there isn't much for me here now. Besides, the sooner I be on my way, the better." A pause, and she tugs at the broach clasping the ends of her cloak, as if to loosen it. "Why is it of any concern to you?" A wry smile. Her way of speaking may be a bit rude, but her placid tone expresses otherwise.
Breveg's gaze flickers down to the dagger and away again. "I figure you're probably right," he concedes, sounding weary. "This village has not been the most welcoming of places lately." He pauses.
"And ..." he shrugs, the motion sending leather creaking. "Suppose it's none of my business. Just - I'd rather you got where you're going in one piece. And no-one makes it to Mathain alone," his voice lowers at the mention of that particular name. "Tell me you won't be." His gaze shifts again to the dagger, but he says nothing - yet.
[Verge(#32426)]
"No, it hasn't," Verge belays for a moment. "But at least you were quite generous to those beggars that came 'round the other day." She refers to Ratho and his companions. A hint of amusement scatters itself upon her face, noting his cautious avoidance of anything Hawk-related. "Well, I'm gonna try." She shrugs as well. "Not that I'd be able to find anyone else t' go with me t' that place. Who'd want to? ... I mean," the woman bites her lip before continuing. "I've never actually gone there, by myself. Always with someone else accompanying me. So.. I really can't decide. I know I can't stay here for long, but I'm not quite.. confident that I could make the journey alone." Her grey eyes slowly find their way to where the hunter stands. "Well, any news of Carac? Does the Fian intend to release him soon?"
"Kiern!" A single oath escapes Breveg's scowling lips as Verge starts to speak, though he quiets as she continues. He glances round at the sleepy village and, seeing no-one near, relaxes a little. "Carac will be released soon," he remarks drily. "If the Fian does not act in person, his mind will be made up for him. In .. oh, another day or so."
Swiftly he moves back to the other topic. "As for others travelling to Mathain - I'll wager you'd find those beggars know the way. Though whether you'd wish to approach them, a woman alone ..." He lets that sentence trail off, then remarks bluntly, "I see you've acquired a dagger."
[Verge(#32426)]
Verge completely disregards Breveg's exasperation with the subject of prisoners, and gives a quick nod at the end of his statement regarding the Fian. "Oh, aye, they've probably been all over the place. Although, they seem like a.. ah, slightly rough sort - those vagrant types. Might be more dangerous travellin' with 'em than goin' by m'self. And yes," She taps gently on the handle of the dagger. "Traded it from a villager for rabbit's fur. Honestly, I don't 'ave much experience with using knives and daggers." The last few words are said with a bit of uncertainty, and she adds, "Er, not to say that I don't know how to defend m'self with 'em! I just haven't had one in a long time."
Breveg snorts at Verge's first words, but declines verbal comment. The sun is beginning to rise now, and for a moment he turns his face toward it before looking back at the woman. "Ah, you traded for it? I wondered if perhaps you'd found it." His tone is lighter now. "As to using it ... I /could/ show you a little, but truth be told I don't think it's the right weapon for you. You'd be better off with something like a staff, something that can hold your opponent at bay. You're going to have to yield them the first blow as it is."
[Verge(#32426)]
"But a dagger can do much more damage up close. I mean.. you can't really.. harm anyone with a staff's end." A slight shudder may be seen from the girl as she imagines the logistics of piercing someone with a stick of wood. "Perhaps I'd be better off having both this /and/ a staff," Verge says, withdrawing the short knife from its sheath its blade bouncing off a glimmer of light from the sun's rays. "Or.. even a bow an' arrow could be better," she grins, almost in a half-joking manner. "Trouble is, that's two-handed, as well." And Verge takes a step closer to the man, raising her dagger just slightly. If she appears threatening, Verge certainly did not intend it. "Very well. Could you teach me a thing or two, then?"
Breveg snorts once more at Verge's first words. "You can knock them out cold, and run," is his comment. "And a bow? Don't even think about it. You'd be a worse menace to other folk than that Kavanagh child - and he does quite enough damage. Trust me."
The raising of the dagger brings a raising of the eyebrow in turn. "Before you attempt to disembowel me, perhaps we could move somewhere quieter? This is the middle of the street. There's a yard round the back - come, I'll show you." Swiftly he sidesteps and attempts to grasp the woman's dagger-wrist. If he succeeds he will tug her round toward the yard, which may not be quite as quiet as he had hoped, for a small head peeks out from atop one of the haystacks.
[Ratho(#19023)]
As the sun's rays intensify from mere light into warmth and the village occupents stir into full blown activity a young girl ambles back and forth. Perhaps seeking a form of amusement not directly related to working the feilds. She looks no older than fourteen, her dirty, dull ginger hair falls about her shoulders in stringy curls. She wears a stained, dark red vest over a brown shirt. The two colours seem to merge together from afar, creating a motly, muddy appearance. A pale brown skirt covers her legs to just above her knees. On her feet a pair of sturdy leather boots that climb most of the way up her calves.
The girls bounces about in a somewhat carefree manner, as if deciding weither or not the world around her is of enough interest to make any further attention worthwhile. Out of the corner of her eye she spots Verge and Breveg in conversation and begins to make her way over, the sudden flurry of movement causes a mischeivous smile and the girl quickens her pace.
[Verge(#32426)]
Oh, the Kavanagh boy - the mention of his name stirs up somewhat old memories of her visit to Creatrach. She never did see that kid again perhaps she'd scared him off. A slightly distracted expression passes over her features, but she does not seem self-conscious of it. "Oh.. right," she nods once again, having forgotten about all the curious bystanders eavesdropping on their business as they pass through. The young Bear allows herself to be lead away by Breveg, her feet feeling the sudden softness of the grass throughout the yard. "Alright then." Her pace slows, after Breveg's. "Sorry for not picking a better spot back there," she says. The young girl's presence behind them has gone either unnoticed or just ignored for now.
Breveg does not release Verge's wrist when they reach the yard. "Right. First thing's the grip. For a downstroke, the blade should be below your little finger - here, I'll show you." His hand slides down to adjust her fingers on the dagger-hilt, the pressure gentle. Then out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of the grinning redhead and he drops his arm instantly, clearing his throat slightly.
Briskly he goes on. "Now - targets. To disable your opponent, go for arms, legs, groin." He winces a little. "If you have to kill someone, the throat's your best bet. Anything in between will result in an angry and very alive opponent out to get you." He pauses to let the words sink in, then goes on drily, "Bearing in mind that you -don't- want to kill me, see if you can strike me with the flat of the blade. It won't be easy, I warn you."
He stands waiting, not drawing his own dagger as yet, and while his gaze remains on Verge he calls out in the redhead's direction, "Waiting to loot the corpse of the defeated, eh?"
[Ratho(#19023)]
The dull pounding of hurried footsteps anounces the girl's arrivial as she nears the pair practicing their /dagger-work/. In response to Breveg's comment the girl gives a bemused laugh. "Something like that," she comes to a stop several paces away. "Mostly, I tire of patching garments all day. Such things seem trival with everything thats happening around here lately." The girls pauses, "my name is, Annata. I was hoping you'd let me watch?"
[Verge(#32426)]
Verge remains standing there like a still mannequin while Brev keeps his hold on her wrist. Without any further words being spoken, she allows him to adjust her grip on the weapon. "Oh.. okay," Verge responds hesitantly to Breveg's instructions on the best targets to aim for. Not wanting to cause the man serious harm from a downstroke, she readjusts her fingering on the hilt so that the blade points upward. "I don't wanna hurt you," she admits, even in the face of being quite defenseless infront of Brev, even with a dagger. The woman's fingers twitch a bit upon hearing the child's voice, and she is quick to turn her head in the redhead's direction with an expression of annoyance. She cannot see her own face, so her features may portray this message a bit too strongly. "If ye have nothin' else t' do -- aye, just keep a safe distance," is all the older girl offers to the redhead. Verge then raises her forearm and retracts it backwards before swinging the blade downwards, so that he would only receive a small tap from the dull side of the blade. Her aim is completely off, and she ends up piercing the air a foot or two left of Brev's arm, causing her step forward to regain her balance. "Augh!" Verge scowls, retracting her weapon arm in anticipation to retry her last move.
[Ratho(#19023)]
Annata nods, taking a step back. She watches the further interaction between the trainer and his /apperntice/ quietly.
"Whether I let you or not, here you are." Breveg's tone as he addresses the redhead is dry. "Watch if you will. We'll see if we can give you a garment to patch, for your trouble." The smirk on his features is mirrored by the ripple of amusement in his voice.
And then Verge makes her move, and the amusement fades. "In case of a miss, bring your other arm up to ward - and don't lead with your dagger-side. It's easier to pass your opponent if you step onto the left leg first. " The words are clinical, betraying nothing of the sympathy in his eyes, but then Brev's voice softens as he continues, "Try again. Don't wait for me to stop talking ..."
[Verge(#32426)]
As told, Verge lifts her left arm for protection, bringing it almost up to eye-level. At the same time, she then swings the blade up from below, twisting her wrist around so that the dagger's dull side is facing Brev, and she attempts to make contact with the hunter. The knife comes flying towards the man's stomach area with significant force put into it, while she takes a cautious step to the left with the corresponding foot. All seems well, however, the dagger is inadvertently positioned in such a way that the point may be capable of piercing whatever it collides with.
True to his word, Breveg keeps up the flow of speech. "Just remember to work up a nice line in insults to keep your opponent talking-" The words end in a grunt and the rip of cloth as Verge's dagger-tip catches in the fabric of his red overtunic, though he has moved back swiftly enough to avoid any further harm. "Kiern! You do want to disembowel me. Just as well I wear leather. Now, how am I get you to - ah, your destination if you do that?" The words are light, bantering - he seems neither concerned nor offended.
At that point a new figure bursts round the corner of the yard, a young boy quite out of breath. "Breveg! There you are. The Fian wants you."
Breveg sighs and murmurs reluctantly, "Aye. I'm coming." Turning to Verge, he hesitates, then settles on, "I'll see you later maybe? Try not to kill our friend here, I need her to patch up my tunic."
Fearachas
The thunderous fall mists to the south of this tiny valley hidden between the undulating folds of the surrounding hills. Life flourishes flowers, foliage and trees bursting forth to flood the ground with a rich malachite sea of colours. To the west of this hollow, a small Dunlending village squats, a model of pastoral serenity. Some thirty-over stone buildings with thatched roofs nestle in the centre of golden fields. Rising majestically about the village grounds are the Caerdh woods, hiding the village from view of most. From here, all that can be seen of the outside world are the Misty Mountains to the East and the distant stronghold of the Bears to the south.
Darkness hides all but the bass song of the falls to the south and the few pinpricks of candlelight from villagers still up late at night.
Obvious exits:
Cottage leads to Cottage.
South leads to Waterfall <
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Dunland Time and Weather Forecast
===============================================================================
Real Time is: Tue Mar 03 14:46:06 2009
IC weather is: Wind: breeze - Clouds: sparse
IC Moon is: Waxing gibbous
IC time is: Dawn
IC date is: Hevensday, Day 3 of May in the year 3046.
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[Verge(#32426)]
From the east, a slowly increasing glow of light rises into the sky from the horizon, erupting in a cascade of purple and orange hues among the clouds. Although the farther west you were to look, the darker the shade of indigo blue would become. A few stars still twinkle in the sky, just above the forest right outside the village. Several of its residents make for an early start to the day carrying buckets of water or pushing along wheelbarrows towards the fields. The sound of neighing horses can be heard from the stables, as their masters lead them out to help in the next days' work. A young woman situates herself near one of the local inns, wrapped in a cloak of dark blue and carrying a small bag with belongings. She adjusts a small dagger sheathed on the side of her belt silently, apparently preparing herself for a journey.
It is early enough that even Breveg is only just emerging from the dwelling where he sleeps, yawning and twisting back a tousled mass of dark curls from his face. At the sight of Verge he grunts, frowns slightly and turns his steps that way. "Fair morning," he calls out to her when he is near enough. "I suppose it is - just. Leaving us so soon?" His tone bears a hint of irony.
[Verge(#32426)]
Verge pays no attention to the sounds of the village awakening she minds her own business until Brev calls out a greeting. "Oh," and she lets the dagger at her side hang there, having adjusted it to a comfortable position. "Good morning." She nods, shortly before her expression turns into one of pleasant surprise. "Well, yes. I figure there isn't much for me here now. Besides, the sooner I be on my way, the better." A pause, and she tugs at the broach clasping the ends of her cloak, as if to loosen it. "Why is it of any concern to you?" A wry smile. Her way of speaking may be a bit rude, but her placid tone expresses otherwise.
Breveg's gaze flickers down to the dagger and away again. "I figure you're probably right," he concedes, sounding weary. "This village has not been the most welcoming of places lately." He pauses.
"And ..." he shrugs, the motion sending leather creaking. "Suppose it's none of my business. Just - I'd rather you got where you're going in one piece. And no-one makes it to Mathain alone," his voice lowers at the mention of that particular name. "Tell me you won't be." His gaze shifts again to the dagger, but he says nothing - yet.
[Verge(#32426)]
"No, it hasn't," Verge belays for a moment. "But at least you were quite generous to those beggars that came 'round the other day." She refers to Ratho and his companions. A hint of amusement scatters itself upon her face, noting his cautious avoidance of anything Hawk-related. "Well, I'm gonna try." She shrugs as well. "Not that I'd be able to find anyone else t' go with me t' that place. Who'd want to? ... I mean," the woman bites her lip before continuing. "I've never actually gone there, by myself. Always with someone else accompanying me. So.. I really can't decide. I know I can't stay here for long, but I'm not quite.. confident that I could make the journey alone." Her grey eyes slowly find their way to where the hunter stands. "Well, any news of Carac? Does the Fian intend to release him soon?"
"Kiern!" A single oath escapes Breveg's scowling lips as Verge starts to speak, though he quiets as she continues. He glances round at the sleepy village and, seeing no-one near, relaxes a little. "Carac will be released soon," he remarks drily. "If the Fian does not act in person, his mind will be made up for him. In .. oh, another day or so."
Swiftly he moves back to the other topic. "As for others travelling to Mathain - I'll wager you'd find those beggars know the way. Though whether you'd wish to approach them, a woman alone ..." He lets that sentence trail off, then remarks bluntly, "I see you've acquired a dagger."
[Verge(#32426)]
Verge completely disregards Breveg's exasperation with the subject of prisoners, and gives a quick nod at the end of his statement regarding the Fian. "Oh, aye, they've probably been all over the place. Although, they seem like a.. ah, slightly rough sort - those vagrant types. Might be more dangerous travellin' with 'em than goin' by m'self. And yes," She taps gently on the handle of the dagger. "Traded it from a villager for rabbit's fur. Honestly, I don't 'ave much experience with using knives and daggers." The last few words are said with a bit of uncertainty, and she adds, "Er, not to say that I don't know how to defend m'self with 'em! I just haven't had one in a long time."
Breveg snorts at Verge's first words, but declines verbal comment. The sun is beginning to rise now, and for a moment he turns his face toward it before looking back at the woman. "Ah, you traded for it? I wondered if perhaps you'd found it." His tone is lighter now. "As to using it ... I /could/ show you a little, but truth be told I don't think it's the right weapon for you. You'd be better off with something like a staff, something that can hold your opponent at bay. You're going to have to yield them the first blow as it is."
[Verge(#32426)]
"But a dagger can do much more damage up close. I mean.. you can't really.. harm anyone with a staff's end." A slight shudder may be seen from the girl as she imagines the logistics of piercing someone with a stick of wood. "Perhaps I'd be better off having both this /and/ a staff," Verge says, withdrawing the short knife from its sheath its blade bouncing off a glimmer of light from the sun's rays. "Or.. even a bow an' arrow could be better," she grins, almost in a half-joking manner. "Trouble is, that's two-handed, as well." And Verge takes a step closer to the man, raising her dagger just slightly. If she appears threatening, Verge certainly did not intend it. "Very well. Could you teach me a thing or two, then?"
Breveg snorts once more at Verge's first words. "You can knock them out cold, and run," is his comment. "And a bow? Don't even think about it. You'd be a worse menace to other folk than that Kavanagh child - and he does quite enough damage. Trust me."
The raising of the dagger brings a raising of the eyebrow in turn. "Before you attempt to disembowel me, perhaps we could move somewhere quieter? This is the middle of the street. There's a yard round the back - come, I'll show you." Swiftly he sidesteps and attempts to grasp the woman's dagger-wrist. If he succeeds he will tug her round toward the yard, which may not be quite as quiet as he had hoped, for a small head peeks out from atop one of the haystacks.
[Ratho(#19023)]
As the sun's rays intensify from mere light into warmth and the village occupents stir into full blown activity a young girl ambles back and forth. Perhaps seeking a form of amusement not directly related to working the feilds. She looks no older than fourteen, her dirty, dull ginger hair falls about her shoulders in stringy curls. She wears a stained, dark red vest over a brown shirt. The two colours seem to merge together from afar, creating a motly, muddy appearance. A pale brown skirt covers her legs to just above her knees. On her feet a pair of sturdy leather boots that climb most of the way up her calves.
The girls bounces about in a somewhat carefree manner, as if deciding weither or not the world around her is of enough interest to make any further attention worthwhile. Out of the corner of her eye she spots Verge and Breveg in conversation and begins to make her way over, the sudden flurry of movement causes a mischeivous smile and the girl quickens her pace.
[Verge(#32426)]
Oh, the Kavanagh boy - the mention of his name stirs up somewhat old memories of her visit to Creatrach. She never did see that kid again perhaps she'd scared him off. A slightly distracted expression passes over her features, but she does not seem self-conscious of it. "Oh.. right," she nods once again, having forgotten about all the curious bystanders eavesdropping on their business as they pass through. The young Bear allows herself to be lead away by Breveg, her feet feeling the sudden softness of the grass throughout the yard. "Alright then." Her pace slows, after Breveg's. "Sorry for not picking a better spot back there," she says. The young girl's presence behind them has gone either unnoticed or just ignored for now.
Breveg does not release Verge's wrist when they reach the yard. "Right. First thing's the grip. For a downstroke, the blade should be below your little finger - here, I'll show you." His hand slides down to adjust her fingers on the dagger-hilt, the pressure gentle. Then out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of the grinning redhead and he drops his arm instantly, clearing his throat slightly.
Briskly he goes on. "Now - targets. To disable your opponent, go for arms, legs, groin." He winces a little. "If you have to kill someone, the throat's your best bet. Anything in between will result in an angry and very alive opponent out to get you." He pauses to let the words sink in, then goes on drily, "Bearing in mind that you -don't- want to kill me, see if you can strike me with the flat of the blade. It won't be easy, I warn you."
He stands waiting, not drawing his own dagger as yet, and while his gaze remains on Verge he calls out in the redhead's direction, "Waiting to loot the corpse of the defeated, eh?"
[Ratho(#19023)]
The dull pounding of hurried footsteps anounces the girl's arrivial as she nears the pair practicing their /dagger-work/. In response to Breveg's comment the girl gives a bemused laugh. "Something like that," she comes to a stop several paces away. "Mostly, I tire of patching garments all day. Such things seem trival with everything thats happening around here lately." The girls pauses, "my name is, Annata. I was hoping you'd let me watch?"
[Verge(#32426)]
Verge remains standing there like a still mannequin while Brev keeps his hold on her wrist. Without any further words being spoken, she allows him to adjust her grip on the weapon. "Oh.. okay," Verge responds hesitantly to Breveg's instructions on the best targets to aim for. Not wanting to cause the man serious harm from a downstroke, she readjusts her fingering on the hilt so that the blade points upward. "I don't wanna hurt you," she admits, even in the face of being quite defenseless infront of Brev, even with a dagger. The woman's fingers twitch a bit upon hearing the child's voice, and she is quick to turn her head in the redhead's direction with an expression of annoyance. She cannot see her own face, so her features may portray this message a bit too strongly. "If ye have nothin' else t' do -- aye, just keep a safe distance," is all the older girl offers to the redhead. Verge then raises her forearm and retracts it backwards before swinging the blade downwards, so that he would only receive a small tap from the dull side of the blade. Her aim is completely off, and she ends up piercing the air a foot or two left of Brev's arm, causing her step forward to regain her balance. "Augh!" Verge scowls, retracting her weapon arm in anticipation to retry her last move.
[Ratho(#19023)]
Annata nods, taking a step back. She watches the further interaction between the trainer and his /apperntice/ quietly.
"Whether I let you or not, here you are." Breveg's tone as he addresses the redhead is dry. "Watch if you will. We'll see if we can give you a garment to patch, for your trouble." The smirk on his features is mirrored by the ripple of amusement in his voice.
And then Verge makes her move, and the amusement fades. "In case of a miss, bring your other arm up to ward - and don't lead with your dagger-side. It's easier to pass your opponent if you step onto the left leg first. " The words are clinical, betraying nothing of the sympathy in his eyes, but then Brev's voice softens as he continues, "Try again. Don't wait for me to stop talking ..."
[Verge(#32426)]
As told, Verge lifts her left arm for protection, bringing it almost up to eye-level. At the same time, she then swings the blade up from below, twisting her wrist around so that the dagger's dull side is facing Brev, and she attempts to make contact with the hunter. The knife comes flying towards the man's stomach area with significant force put into it, while she takes a cautious step to the left with the corresponding foot. All seems well, however, the dagger is inadvertently positioned in such a way that the point may be capable of piercing whatever it collides with.
True to his word, Breveg keeps up the flow of speech. "Just remember to work up a nice line in insults to keep your opponent talking-" The words end in a grunt and the rip of cloth as Verge's dagger-tip catches in the fabric of his red overtunic, though he has moved back swiftly enough to avoid any further harm. "Kiern! You do want to disembowel me. Just as well I wear leather. Now, how am I get you to - ah, your destination if you do that?" The words are light, bantering - he seems neither concerned nor offended.
At that point a new figure bursts round the corner of the yard, a young boy quite out of breath. "Breveg! There you are. The Fian wants you."
Breveg sighs and murmurs reluctantly, "Aye. I'm coming." Turning to Verge, he hesitates, then settles on, "I'll see you later maybe? Try not to kill our friend here, I need her to patch up my tunic."
Players: Verge, Brev, Annata (Ratho)
Located in: Dunlending
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