Elendor
Slipping away
Two leave the Hawk camp in the hour before dawn
Sort Date: no date set
Location: Wilderness - Dunland
Game Date: 23 of September in the year 3045
IC Time: Dawn
Description:
Wilderness - Dunland
Thick trees spread all about the area. Most timber collected by Dunland is done here. Though, it is quite obvious very little lumber is actually cut. There is no obvious path through the woods in any direction, though, to the east the forest thins, and to the west the forest thickens. The ground is soft, causing many vines, brush, and other foilage to stand underfoot to make traveling extremely difficult.
Obvious exits:
West and East
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Dunland Time and Weather Forecast
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Real Time is: Fri Dec 19 09:41:20 2008
IC weather is: Wind: - Clouds: clear
IC Moon is: Not visible
IC time is: Early Afternoon
IC date is: Highday, Day 23 of September in the year 3045.
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[Brev(#30997)] It is just before dawn, and the Laeg forest lies cold and still. Somewhere in the distance an owl hoots rustlings in the underbrush nearer at hand hint at the nocturnal foragings of some small animal. Carac's camp is quiet, with most snatching a few hours of rest while they can. Sentries stare out into the darkness, bows at the ready.
Yet one other shape moves within the semi-darkness. Brev crouches by his pack, his sleeping-place already cold. He gives the straps one final tug and nods, satisfied, before moving across to the place where Finnian should be asleep. "Get up!" The words are a fierce hiss.
Finnian jerks awake at the sharp whisper, his eyes opening abruptly and looking about with that hint of panic when one expects an attack. After a few breaths of assessing the situation his dark gaze settles onto Brev. "What?" He asks, lifting a hand to rub his eyes and brush pine needles from the weeks of beard that's grown on his face.
[Brev(#30997)] "We're leaving. Now." The words are curt and sharp, and Brev scowls down at his fellow. "Got your pack ready?"
Does the man even -have- a pack? He grabs the cloak that he picked up last time they were in Forthunn, having used it as a pillow, and stands as he shakes it out. His eyes flick around the camp again, "Where be Carac?" He asks softly, pulling the garment on and checking to be sure his knife is sheathed. Then he kneels down to retie his boots.
[Brev(#30997)] "Elsewhere," is all the reply Brev gives. He frowns into the darkness, his wary gaze focussed on that other camp, the one set up by Tet'nak and his own men. "Best we leave before he - the fewer eyes that see our passing, the better," he offers by way of explanation as he waits.
Finnian straightens again. "Aye.. " He says in agreement, his own gaze just as stressed. He looks himself over one more time, then nods. "Lead on." He says simply, covering a yawn as he shakes the sleep from his thoughts.
[Brev(#30997)] Brev hitches up the pack over his shoulder (the good one) and nods, jerking his head into the woods at on oblique angle from Tet'nak's camp. Silently he slips away from the Hawk group and into the trees, picking his way from one to the next. He does not have a scout's training, but he is light and nimble and he /wants/ not to be heard. He does not halt to see whether Finnian is following - not at first, at any rate. Eventually, with the dawn paling away to the east and the songbirds chirruping in the canopy above, he halts and turns.
Finnian trails after Brev, moving as quietly as he's able on the early fall ground, where leaves are falling from trees and everything is just starting to dry out. Apparantly his own scout training was far from the best, because he doesn't move as silently as Tet'Nak's men did that day, but the man is mindful of the noise he's trying not to make.
When Brev suddenly stops and turns, Tavish has a faint scowl on his face that smoothes away quickly when he realizes they're halting. He lifts a brow in confusion, a silent question in his gaze.
[Brev(#30997)] Brev surveys the other man neutrally. "You did well," he comments in a murmur. "And made far less complaint than I would have." For a moment his mouth quirks into a wry grin. "Here." He tosses a strip of dried meat - Kiern knows where he got it from - in Finnian's direction, then stares east. "That way, I guess. Any ideas how we get across the road?"
If Brev hadn't warned him before tossing it, Finnian never would have caught the food. "Thanks.." He says, and takes a bite, using that time to look around. "Carac be saying he wanted me to travel with you. I figure you be knowing what's going on more than me." He explains, shrugging.
The subject of the road brings a less confident expression to his face. "What be our goal? Any place in mind to be finding them?"
[Brev(#30997)] Brev smirks at that first comment. "I know we've a message to deliver - more than that, I didn't ask. Figured it was best, in case we- in case we run into trouble." He pulls out another strip of meat for himself.
Finnian's query bring on a frown. "Where do /you/ think?" He is watching the other man closely.
"I think the north be the safest bet.. if I were to be hiding in Caerdh. Mathain be a bit obvious, but I be no leader." Finnian shrugs, taking this time to pull the band of leather from his hair and re-tie the short ponytail he wears. "Gettin across the road? Pray to Kiern I guess, that be blind luck. I think we be ... I think we'll be lucky indeed if we be making it to Caerdh alive."
He looks back west, towards where the camps are. "There be people in the camp with their own motivations. The Stag be up to something.. The Bear might be waiting if they be having informants." Tavish shakes his head, a bleak expression on his face.
[Brev(#30997)] Brev chews on the strip of meat, his head jerking in a nod. "I figure Garaig will be looking for us. I know the lie of the land up there, anyway - spent half my childhood in the north, and did some work up at Mathain." His mouth clamps shut at those last words, and a shadow crosses his features. For a moment his gaze leaves Finnian and drops to examine the leaf-mould.
When he looks up, he snorts at though to dispel his thoughts. "What would the Bear be wanting with two men? Or the Stag, for that matter?" His tone is pensive, almost puzzled.
Finnian snorts, giving Brev an amused look. "You be thinking anyone -not- be knowing about the Hawk clan's sudden revival? Two men be traveling, not on the roads, and neither one be looking a typical farmer.. People be sheep, but they don't be fools."
He shakes his head, "Call me pessimistic if you be wanting, I'd rather be more safe by worrying on the worst possible outcome." Finnian grows quiet, then asks with a sharp gaze at Brev, "What work you be doing in Mathain?"
[Brev(#30997)] Brev still appears to be pondering on his own question, for he listens to Finnian's words in silence, sucking on the strip of meat. "We'll need a story for that, if worst comes to worst ... hmm. I was injured and they callously left me behind?" He flexes his near-healed arm, eyes gleaming. At the final question he looks up with a frown. "Huh? Carpentry, I'd just been apprenticed. That's no secret - I just don't talk about it." Again his gaze drops. "Lot of good men died up there. I'm here because I ran." His features contort in a scowl, and he adds drily, "You can bear that in mind, if we're attacked."
Finnian chuckles and gestures at himself. "Do you be seeing me in any armor or protection? If we be attacked I think we be shot dead quick enough." He takes a bite of his breakfast and begins walking slowly again towards the rising sun. "I don't think that saying we be part of the group is a good idea. That be giving them a reason to question us on everything we may be knowing. You be any good at lying?"
[Brev(#30997)] Brev lets out a bark of laughter at that. "Sometimes. If it's needed." As he too moves on, this time following Finnian's lead, he adds, "In my experience the best lies are the ones that are mostly truth. You tell someone something they know is fact, they'll hear whatever they want to out of the rest of your words. So, what tale did you have in mind?"
Finnian is quiet for a long time, mulling over the situation while he finishes the piece of meat, chewing at the hard food for a while. "If it comes to it, we be saying we're from Kierkgard and that we be looking for this famed group of Hawk." He smirks, looking back at Brev, "We be wanting to pay back the Fian. But of course, we be more than willing to change our ways when threatened of what a bad idea that be." Tavish offers a shrug, pausing to watch Brev and see what he thinks.
[Brev(#30997)] Brev tilts his head to one side, considering. "Suppose it's got merit," he admits. "An old debt to pay. I could elaborate on it - a blood feud that has carried over to a second generation ... hah. That worked last time." One side of his mouth curves up in a grin. "Trouble is, it won't wash if anyone's seen you or me with Carac since Kierkgard fell. We weren't exactly circumspect in Forthunn." He sighs. "Ach, we can think on it. Let's just concentrate on covering the ground, eh?" And he returns to walking in silence.
Finnian is quiet for a long time after the small discussion. Eventually he pauses, pulling his water skin from his belt and taking a sip. "You be saying in your experience.. you know about lying. What experience do that be, Brev?" There's a searching expression on his face as he studies the younger man, as if he's trying to piece together a puzzle without nearly enough clues.
[Brev(#30997)] Brev halts in turn, shifting to face Finnian. "Hmm? Can't remember saying any such thing ... did I?" His voice has a slightly mocking lilt to it, and his lips twitch. "I just recognize how folk are. Mostly they trust what they know - so if they know something about me, I work with that. Someone whom they don't know - no family, no ties, apparently no past - now, him they won't trust."
Finnian smirks at the man's words and what he believes the unasked question is. "Some people's pasts be dangerous.. did Carac tell you what I told him?" He asks, "About where I be from and why I be keeping it secret?"
[Brev(#30997)] Brev lets out his breath in a snort. "I didn't ask. We didn't talk about you - much. Had plenty of other things to discuss." He eyes the other man, then queries mildly, "So, what are you going to say if the Stag get hold of you? Given they'll have seen you with Carac's folk in Forthunn."
Tavish looks around the woods slowly for a moment, his eyes scouring each bush, each shadowy bough of a tree, but eventually settle back on Brev. "As you said, telling a lie based on truth be the easiest. I be wanting revenge, much as I've said since joining, but there be one in particular I want to see dead above all the others and it don't be Brodie."
Finnian's eyes narrow as he speaks. "I'll tell you now so we can be putting this mistrust behind us and focus on the job." He explains, then continues. "There be a Fian in Redvyrne that murdered my family.. burned them all alive in our home at night. He be my father's best friend, but he betrayed him. The thing is, he doesn't know that I be knowing the truth, so I be careful who I say things to.. because someday I will be getting revenge, if it be the only thing I accomplish in this life."
He switches topics before Brev can answer. "I be telling them that I left on account of not being a Hawk and worried that I would be killed.. since they be the jumpiest bunch of folk I ever met."
[Brev(#30997)] Brev's features twist in a scowl at the mere mention of Brodie, but he listens to Finnian's words in silence. When the man ends he gives a bark of laughter. "Redvyrne - that would make you Wulf? Or just a borderer?"
He, too, turns to the other topic, frowning slightly. "Which is true. Good - hope I can do as well. Folk will only believe in the old enmities for so long." He sighs, hesitates, then presses, "And what will you do when they ask you to betray Carac?"
"Wulf.. though I be living with Bear long enough." Finn says quietly, his eyes narrowing when Brev laughs. "You wouldn't be laughing if you had to live with the man that murdered your family for years and keep the knowledge to yourself. Listening to stories of days when they were boys, what good friends they were.. " Tavish has a hard expression on his face as he remembers.
"Betray Carac? .. With what? I don't be knowing anything. We be looking for Garaig.. and I don't even know why."
[Brev(#30997)] Brev watches Finnian without comment, lips pursing slightly as the tale continues. Eventually he gives a one-sided shrug. "Time was I thought that Wulf were above all the politicking and manipulation. Sounds like they're just as twisted as the rest of us."
At Finnian's final words, he returns to the matter at hand. "I don't know what Carac is doing. Figured it was best, folk can't get it out of me that way. I'll ome up with something if I'm asked. As to the other," he pauses, apparently weighing things, "that you do need to know. If we're split up, keep heading for Caerdh. Bring Garaig and his men to the Laeg-Caerdh border, they'll have a fair idea of the place. If one of us is stoppd, the other runs - right?" He pushes the hair from his face, and the gaze from his amber eyes is challenging.
Finnian does laugh at Brev's analysis of Wulf. "Men be men.. wherever you be going. Maybe my father be holding to higher principles, but it be the death of him. The only man I be seeing with any honor lately be Carac." Tavish begins walking again, nodding quietly at the instructions for Garaig. "Don't be waiting on me if you be caught. I'll either be dead or finding a way to be talking my way out. I won't be telling them Stag anything, don't you worry on that." He doesn't elaborate on whether he'll return the favor.
[Brev(#30997)] Brev lets his hair fall back into place. "If you're caught you're on your own - same as I'll be." He grimaces, but leaves it at that. "You need more practise in talking though, else the careful ear will catch discrepancies in your story." His comment made, he shrugs the pack from his shoulder for long enough to take a drink of water. "We'd best be moving on," he volunteers when he's done. "Watch the road by day, then try to cross by night? Or did you have a better idea?" For once his tone is not contemptuous.
Finnian glances over at Brev, lifting a brow in curiosity. "What discrepencies?" He asks, lips tightening as he tries to think back to what he said. "By night be sounding good, aye." He agrees, taking one more sip from his skin before tying it off to his belt again.
[Brev(#30997)] "How long did you say you'd been with Bear?" Brev returns, then shrugs, hitching his pack up a little. "Ach. I probably just assumed ... foolish, that." He gives a half-hearted smirk, then jerks his head eastward. "Shall we?"
"Since I be fifteen. I told you, I be living under Fianni Argan for some time off to the east. Tried to be building up the wealth to be going after me father's murderer, but when he died most all that I had earned be taken." Finn says the last with a scowl, then begins moving again, heading east.
[Brev(#30997)] "Years," Brev mutters disparagingly to himself, then starts picking his own way eastward. A little while later he halts, and states, "Just one thing. I don't believe in taking enmities to the second generation - not that there was ever any blood feud, far as I know. So if you hear me say otherwise, you can bear that in mind."
"Okay... And be keeping in mind that I might be called by another name if people be recognizing me from days past." Finn shares, with a bit of reluctance to his tone. He doesn't elaborate further.
[Brev(#30997)] Brev chuckles slightly at that. "What's in a name? Had a few myself, most the kind I'd prefer neither to wear nor repeat." He lets the matter rest there, focussing on the path ahead.
Wilderness - Dunland
Thick trees spread all about the area. Most timber collected by Dunland is done here. Though, it is quite obvious very little lumber is actually cut. There is no obvious path through the woods in any direction, though, to the east the forest thins, and to the west the forest thickens. The ground is soft, causing many vines, brush, and other foilage to stand underfoot to make traveling extremely difficult.
Obvious exits:
West and East
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Dunland Time and Weather Forecast
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Real Time is: Fri Dec 19 09:41:20 2008
IC weather is: Wind: - Clouds: clear
IC Moon is: Not visible
IC time is: Early Afternoon
IC date is: Highday, Day 23 of September in the year 3045.
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[Brev(#30997)] It is just before dawn, and the Laeg forest lies cold and still. Somewhere in the distance an owl hoots rustlings in the underbrush nearer at hand hint at the nocturnal foragings of some small animal. Carac's camp is quiet, with most snatching a few hours of rest while they can. Sentries stare out into the darkness, bows at the ready.
Yet one other shape moves within the semi-darkness. Brev crouches by his pack, his sleeping-place already cold. He gives the straps one final tug and nods, satisfied, before moving across to the place where Finnian should be asleep. "Get up!" The words are a fierce hiss.
Finnian jerks awake at the sharp whisper, his eyes opening abruptly and looking about with that hint of panic when one expects an attack. After a few breaths of assessing the situation his dark gaze settles onto Brev. "What?" He asks, lifting a hand to rub his eyes and brush pine needles from the weeks of beard that's grown on his face.
[Brev(#30997)] "We're leaving. Now." The words are curt and sharp, and Brev scowls down at his fellow. "Got your pack ready?"
Does the man even -have- a pack? He grabs the cloak that he picked up last time they were in Forthunn, having used it as a pillow, and stands as he shakes it out. His eyes flick around the camp again, "Where be Carac?" He asks softly, pulling the garment on and checking to be sure his knife is sheathed. Then he kneels down to retie his boots.
[Brev(#30997)] "Elsewhere," is all the reply Brev gives. He frowns into the darkness, his wary gaze focussed on that other camp, the one set up by Tet'nak and his own men. "Best we leave before he - the fewer eyes that see our passing, the better," he offers by way of explanation as he waits.
Finnian straightens again. "Aye.. " He says in agreement, his own gaze just as stressed. He looks himself over one more time, then nods. "Lead on." He says simply, covering a yawn as he shakes the sleep from his thoughts.
[Brev(#30997)] Brev hitches up the pack over his shoulder (the good one) and nods, jerking his head into the woods at on oblique angle from Tet'nak's camp. Silently he slips away from the Hawk group and into the trees, picking his way from one to the next. He does not have a scout's training, but he is light and nimble and he /wants/ not to be heard. He does not halt to see whether Finnian is following - not at first, at any rate. Eventually, with the dawn paling away to the east and the songbirds chirruping in the canopy above, he halts and turns.
Finnian trails after Brev, moving as quietly as he's able on the early fall ground, where leaves are falling from trees and everything is just starting to dry out. Apparantly his own scout training was far from the best, because he doesn't move as silently as Tet'Nak's men did that day, but the man is mindful of the noise he's trying not to make.
When Brev suddenly stops and turns, Tavish has a faint scowl on his face that smoothes away quickly when he realizes they're halting. He lifts a brow in confusion, a silent question in his gaze.
[Brev(#30997)] Brev surveys the other man neutrally. "You did well," he comments in a murmur. "And made far less complaint than I would have." For a moment his mouth quirks into a wry grin. "Here." He tosses a strip of dried meat - Kiern knows where he got it from - in Finnian's direction, then stares east. "That way, I guess. Any ideas how we get across the road?"
If Brev hadn't warned him before tossing it, Finnian never would have caught the food. "Thanks.." He says, and takes a bite, using that time to look around. "Carac be saying he wanted me to travel with you. I figure you be knowing what's going on more than me." He explains, shrugging.
The subject of the road brings a less confident expression to his face. "What be our goal? Any place in mind to be finding them?"
[Brev(#30997)] Brev smirks at that first comment. "I know we've a message to deliver - more than that, I didn't ask. Figured it was best, in case we- in case we run into trouble." He pulls out another strip of meat for himself.
Finnian's query bring on a frown. "Where do /you/ think?" He is watching the other man closely.
"I think the north be the safest bet.. if I were to be hiding in Caerdh. Mathain be a bit obvious, but I be no leader." Finnian shrugs, taking this time to pull the band of leather from his hair and re-tie the short ponytail he wears. "Gettin across the road? Pray to Kiern I guess, that be blind luck. I think we be ... I think we'll be lucky indeed if we be making it to Caerdh alive."
He looks back west, towards where the camps are. "There be people in the camp with their own motivations. The Stag be up to something.. The Bear might be waiting if they be having informants." Tavish shakes his head, a bleak expression on his face.
[Brev(#30997)] Brev chews on the strip of meat, his head jerking in a nod. "I figure Garaig will be looking for us. I know the lie of the land up there, anyway - spent half my childhood in the north, and did some work up at Mathain." His mouth clamps shut at those last words, and a shadow crosses his features. For a moment his gaze leaves Finnian and drops to examine the leaf-mould.
When he looks up, he snorts at though to dispel his thoughts. "What would the Bear be wanting with two men? Or the Stag, for that matter?" His tone is pensive, almost puzzled.
Finnian snorts, giving Brev an amused look. "You be thinking anyone -not- be knowing about the Hawk clan's sudden revival? Two men be traveling, not on the roads, and neither one be looking a typical farmer.. People be sheep, but they don't be fools."
He shakes his head, "Call me pessimistic if you be wanting, I'd rather be more safe by worrying on the worst possible outcome." Finnian grows quiet, then asks with a sharp gaze at Brev, "What work you be doing in Mathain?"
[Brev(#30997)] Brev still appears to be pondering on his own question, for he listens to Finnian's words in silence, sucking on the strip of meat. "We'll need a story for that, if worst comes to worst ... hmm. I was injured and they callously left me behind?" He flexes his near-healed arm, eyes gleaming. At the final question he looks up with a frown. "Huh? Carpentry, I'd just been apprenticed. That's no secret - I just don't talk about it." Again his gaze drops. "Lot of good men died up there. I'm here because I ran." His features contort in a scowl, and he adds drily, "You can bear that in mind, if we're attacked."
Finnian chuckles and gestures at himself. "Do you be seeing me in any armor or protection? If we be attacked I think we be shot dead quick enough." He takes a bite of his breakfast and begins walking slowly again towards the rising sun. "I don't think that saying we be part of the group is a good idea. That be giving them a reason to question us on everything we may be knowing. You be any good at lying?"
[Brev(#30997)] Brev lets out a bark of laughter at that. "Sometimes. If it's needed." As he too moves on, this time following Finnian's lead, he adds, "In my experience the best lies are the ones that are mostly truth. You tell someone something they know is fact, they'll hear whatever they want to out of the rest of your words. So, what tale did you have in mind?"
Finnian is quiet for a long time, mulling over the situation while he finishes the piece of meat, chewing at the hard food for a while. "If it comes to it, we be saying we're from Kierkgard and that we be looking for this famed group of Hawk." He smirks, looking back at Brev, "We be wanting to pay back the Fian. But of course, we be more than willing to change our ways when threatened of what a bad idea that be." Tavish offers a shrug, pausing to watch Brev and see what he thinks.
[Brev(#30997)] Brev tilts his head to one side, considering. "Suppose it's got merit," he admits. "An old debt to pay. I could elaborate on it - a blood feud that has carried over to a second generation ... hah. That worked last time." One side of his mouth curves up in a grin. "Trouble is, it won't wash if anyone's seen you or me with Carac since Kierkgard fell. We weren't exactly circumspect in Forthunn." He sighs. "Ach, we can think on it. Let's just concentrate on covering the ground, eh?" And he returns to walking in silence.
Finnian is quiet for a long time after the small discussion. Eventually he pauses, pulling his water skin from his belt and taking a sip. "You be saying in your experience.. you know about lying. What experience do that be, Brev?" There's a searching expression on his face as he studies the younger man, as if he's trying to piece together a puzzle without nearly enough clues.
[Brev(#30997)] Brev halts in turn, shifting to face Finnian. "Hmm? Can't remember saying any such thing ... did I?" His voice has a slightly mocking lilt to it, and his lips twitch. "I just recognize how folk are. Mostly they trust what they know - so if they know something about me, I work with that. Someone whom they don't know - no family, no ties, apparently no past - now, him they won't trust."
Finnian smirks at the man's words and what he believes the unasked question is. "Some people's pasts be dangerous.. did Carac tell you what I told him?" He asks, "About where I be from and why I be keeping it secret?"
[Brev(#30997)] Brev lets out his breath in a snort. "I didn't ask. We didn't talk about you - much. Had plenty of other things to discuss." He eyes the other man, then queries mildly, "So, what are you going to say if the Stag get hold of you? Given they'll have seen you with Carac's folk in Forthunn."
Tavish looks around the woods slowly for a moment, his eyes scouring each bush, each shadowy bough of a tree, but eventually settle back on Brev. "As you said, telling a lie based on truth be the easiest. I be wanting revenge, much as I've said since joining, but there be one in particular I want to see dead above all the others and it don't be Brodie."
Finnian's eyes narrow as he speaks. "I'll tell you now so we can be putting this mistrust behind us and focus on the job." He explains, then continues. "There be a Fian in Redvyrne that murdered my family.. burned them all alive in our home at night. He be my father's best friend, but he betrayed him. The thing is, he doesn't know that I be knowing the truth, so I be careful who I say things to.. because someday I will be getting revenge, if it be the only thing I accomplish in this life."
He switches topics before Brev can answer. "I be telling them that I left on account of not being a Hawk and worried that I would be killed.. since they be the jumpiest bunch of folk I ever met."
[Brev(#30997)] Brev's features twist in a scowl at the mere mention of Brodie, but he listens to Finnian's words in silence. When the man ends he gives a bark of laughter. "Redvyrne - that would make you Wulf? Or just a borderer?"
He, too, turns to the other topic, frowning slightly. "Which is true. Good - hope I can do as well. Folk will only believe in the old enmities for so long." He sighs, hesitates, then presses, "And what will you do when they ask you to betray Carac?"
"Wulf.. though I be living with Bear long enough." Finn says quietly, his eyes narrowing when Brev laughs. "You wouldn't be laughing if you had to live with the man that murdered your family for years and keep the knowledge to yourself. Listening to stories of days when they were boys, what good friends they were.. " Tavish has a hard expression on his face as he remembers.
"Betray Carac? .. With what? I don't be knowing anything. We be looking for Garaig.. and I don't even know why."
[Brev(#30997)] Brev watches Finnian without comment, lips pursing slightly as the tale continues. Eventually he gives a one-sided shrug. "Time was I thought that Wulf were above all the politicking and manipulation. Sounds like they're just as twisted as the rest of us."
At Finnian's final words, he returns to the matter at hand. "I don't know what Carac is doing. Figured it was best, folk can't get it out of me that way. I'll ome up with something if I'm asked. As to the other," he pauses, apparently weighing things, "that you do need to know. If we're split up, keep heading for Caerdh. Bring Garaig and his men to the Laeg-Caerdh border, they'll have a fair idea of the place. If one of us is stoppd, the other runs - right?" He pushes the hair from his face, and the gaze from his amber eyes is challenging.
Finnian does laugh at Brev's analysis of Wulf. "Men be men.. wherever you be going. Maybe my father be holding to higher principles, but it be the death of him. The only man I be seeing with any honor lately be Carac." Tavish begins walking again, nodding quietly at the instructions for Garaig. "Don't be waiting on me if you be caught. I'll either be dead or finding a way to be talking my way out. I won't be telling them Stag anything, don't you worry on that." He doesn't elaborate on whether he'll return the favor.
[Brev(#30997)] Brev lets his hair fall back into place. "If you're caught you're on your own - same as I'll be." He grimaces, but leaves it at that. "You need more practise in talking though, else the careful ear will catch discrepancies in your story." His comment made, he shrugs the pack from his shoulder for long enough to take a drink of water. "We'd best be moving on," he volunteers when he's done. "Watch the road by day, then try to cross by night? Or did you have a better idea?" For once his tone is not contemptuous.
Finnian glances over at Brev, lifting a brow in curiosity. "What discrepencies?" He asks, lips tightening as he tries to think back to what he said. "By night be sounding good, aye." He agrees, taking one more sip from his skin before tying it off to his belt again.
[Brev(#30997)] "How long did you say you'd been with Bear?" Brev returns, then shrugs, hitching his pack up a little. "Ach. I probably just assumed ... foolish, that." He gives a half-hearted smirk, then jerks his head eastward. "Shall we?"
"Since I be fifteen. I told you, I be living under Fianni Argan for some time off to the east. Tried to be building up the wealth to be going after me father's murderer, but when he died most all that I had earned be taken." Finn says the last with a scowl, then begins moving again, heading east.
[Brev(#30997)] "Years," Brev mutters disparagingly to himself, then starts picking his own way eastward. A little while later he halts, and states, "Just one thing. I don't believe in taking enmities to the second generation - not that there was ever any blood feud, far as I know. So if you hear me say otherwise, you can bear that in mind."
"Okay... And be keeping in mind that I might be called by another name if people be recognizing me from days past." Finn shares, with a bit of reluctance to his tone. He doesn't elaborate further.
[Brev(#30997)] Brev chuckles slightly at that. "What's in a name? Had a few myself, most the kind I'd prefer neither to wear nor repeat." He lets the matter rest there, focussing on the path ahead.
Players: Brev, Finnian
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