Elendor
Confrontations
Aaron confronts Cordelia about her absence from Bree.
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Location: Common Room
Game Date: July 27, 1444
IC Time: Dusk
Weather: Rainy
Description: It has been several days at least since Keldean and Cordelia had the audacity to show up in Bree again, and nothing has been seen of Cordelia since. This evening, as the twilight settles, the Common Room is dim and crowded, full of smoke. Many of the patrons are wearing cloaks--it's pouring rain outside.
One cloaked figure of a woman sits near to the fire, her hood still up, but at least one or two strands of wet black hair sticking to her face. Cordelia tries to keep her features hidden under the darkness of her hood, but the flickering firelight gives her away now and then as she looks up. She's slowly nursing an ale.
Aaron shakes his wet head like a dog, sending rain everywhere. He sighs, then enters the Common Room slowly. His own hood is down, but his cloak is pulled tightly around him. Several customers smile to him as he pass, but alas, the room is full.
Well, it's not totally full. There is one seat left next to the cloaked figure near the fire. The Merchant approaches sheepishly and tries to smile. "Pardon me miss," he says politely, "May I sit here? Everywhere else is full."
Very slowly, the woman raises her eyes, her chin coming up slightly. The hood still veils her face somewhat. "Yes, please, have a seat." Cordelia is speaking carefully--she recognizes Aaron, it seems, and is taking care not to reveal her identity. Still, that black hair is distinctive, and perhaps she doesn't realize a few strands lie outside her hood.
Aaron too notices the black hair, but he has had plenty of feelings with outsiders to know many of them have dark hair. He sits back and orders an ale. The barmaid smiles and retuns several seconds later with a pint. For a while, Aaron sips cautiously, then turns towards the hooded woman.
"You're not from Bree," he states not as a question but as a fact, "Are you from down the Greenway? Or how about a Ranger? Are you a Ranger?"
The woman laughs quietly in response, shaking her hooded head. "I'm from down the Greenway," she smiles. "I'm not a ranger. Do I look like a ranger?" A soft chuckle is given. "I know my cloak is travelworn...." She lifts up her hand to sip her ale, the cloak slipping a little to reveal just the hint of a brand on her forearm.
A gleam of the fire lets Aaron catch sight of the face, and he sees a twisted nose. Beyond that, he very briefly glimpses a face. It seems familiar, but the Merchant shakes his head. "It can't be..." he whispers.
Still...the Merchant smiles to himself and takes another sip of ale. The voice...
Aaron turns, simultaneously shoving his glass towards Cordelia's face and also making an attempt to reach the hood in order to yank it off.
"Hey!" Cordelia protests loudly, her cry startling a good number of patrons who turn to look at the sudden fuss. She slaps the mug away with her right hand, so that the ale in it spills to the side, but she's not able to stop Aaron from pulling her hood down.
"Ha!" Aaron shouts. He jumps down from the bench and smiles triumphantly. "I knew it! I knew it!" He looks Cordelia right in the eye, then turns to the bar. "Criminal! We have a criminal! Call the Breeguard, Cordelia's here!" He begins shouting things to this measure, trying to rile the crowd up. At the same time he reaches for his dagger, removing it and holding it in his hand away from Cordelia.
"I am NOT a criminal! I brought the horse back!! The elves brought me back--would the elves bring me back if I was a criminal?!" Cordelia proclaims her innocence loudly and clearly across the common room, so that all heads are turned her way. "What crimes exactly are you accusing me of, Aaron? Kidnapping Seeker? The elves--his friends--don't even accuse me of that!"
Still, the girl isn't about to take any chances--with a sudden movement, she turns over the table they were sitting at, so that it falls to the floor, forming a barrier between her and Aaron.
"Tell me why Muirgheal is so upset and convinced you did then!" Aaron snaps back, raising the dagger now. "And if you didn't kidnap him, then where is he!?" a few folks nearby shake their heads, mumbling something about nonsense, but others listen with keen interest.
"If you didn't take him, then where is he?" Aaron asks again, his teeth clenched. "Muirgheal says you did, and she's his husband!"
"Muirgheal has already had her revenge," Cordelia smiles. She opens the folds of her cloak, pushing it back over her left shoulder and then slowly pulls down the left shoulder of her dress a little bit--there are heavy bandages underneath. "She stabbed me with her sword. And then brought me to her house to treat my wounds. A strange way of treating your enemies, wouldn't you say?" She takes the time to fix the dress and cloak again--clearly she's not fully healed from this wound. "Seeker's elven friends visited Muirgheal last night and told her where to find him. She is off on her horse, heading east, tracking him now. And he is with his friends--the rangers."
Aaron studies the wounds carefully, then shakes his head. "Why'd you and Keldean run away together?" he asks, softer. He does not lower the dagger though, but perhaps there is a bit of sympathy in his voice. "Why'd you two run off?" he presses again in a more urgent voice.
Cordelia's eyes stay on Aaron for a moment, then roam the crowd looking at the two of them. "We were forced into it," she says quietly, looking down at her boots. "I...if we hadn't come along and did what they wanted, they would have killed my sister."
The dagger remains raised. The Merchant seems to consider this thought for a moment. He bows his head and sighs, then shakes his head for a long time. "Cordelia, you have a lot of secrets, but you can't hide 'em forever. Who would wanna kill your sister? I thought you were from around Bree. Why would anyone wanna kill a farmers' daughter?" his voice is soft but he knows the questions are fierce.
"Put the knife down, Aaron. Are you going to stab me with it? SPill my blood here in the Pony?" Cordelia says, grimacing. "My mother's family is from here, and I came here to seek a better life. Away from my father's family. Far away. They followed me here, but they are dead now."
The dagger is lowered. The Merchant puts the knife at his side and bows his head. "I...I am very sorry." The Merchant doesn't quite know what to say. He's just accused her of kidnapping and now he's learning about a troubled past. He sighs, full of regret.
"It's all right," Cordelia says, concilliatory. The other patrons starting turning away and getting back to their business now that there won't be a fight. The girl looks at the upset table and sighs. "Help me set this right. You scared me. I was thinking how I coudl get my job back from Nob. IF I could...if you could put in a good word for me? I....my family won't follow me anymore. The rangers killed them."
It seems remorse has gripped Aaron by the throat and begun to smother him, for his eyes glisten and he nods. "That's awful, just awful Cordelia! You poor lass!" he wipes his eyes and shakes his head again.
"I...I'll put in a good word Cordelia. Trust me, I will." he hides the dagger beneath his cloak and shakes his head once more. "What a story...how sad!"
Leaning down, Cordelia slowly picks up the table and the two mugs on it that were spilled. She's careful about it--one shoulder is injured and she doesn't use her left hand. "THank you, Aaron....I'll go get a rag to clean this up," she says, then disappears into the smoke and crowd.
One cloaked figure of a woman sits near to the fire, her hood still up, but at least one or two strands of wet black hair sticking to her face. Cordelia tries to keep her features hidden under the darkness of her hood, but the flickering firelight gives her away now and then as she looks up. She's slowly nursing an ale.
Aaron shakes his wet head like a dog, sending rain everywhere. He sighs, then enters the Common Room slowly. His own hood is down, but his cloak is pulled tightly around him. Several customers smile to him as he pass, but alas, the room is full.
Well, it's not totally full. There is one seat left next to the cloaked figure near the fire. The Merchant approaches sheepishly and tries to smile. "Pardon me miss," he says politely, "May I sit here? Everywhere else is full."
Very slowly, the woman raises her eyes, her chin coming up slightly. The hood still veils her face somewhat. "Yes, please, have a seat." Cordelia is speaking carefully--she recognizes Aaron, it seems, and is taking care not to reveal her identity. Still, that black hair is distinctive, and perhaps she doesn't realize a few strands lie outside her hood.
Aaron too notices the black hair, but he has had plenty of feelings with outsiders to know many of them have dark hair. He sits back and orders an ale. The barmaid smiles and retuns several seconds later with a pint. For a while, Aaron sips cautiously, then turns towards the hooded woman.
"You're not from Bree," he states not as a question but as a fact, "Are you from down the Greenway? Or how about a Ranger? Are you a Ranger?"
The woman laughs quietly in response, shaking her hooded head. "I'm from down the Greenway," she smiles. "I'm not a ranger. Do I look like a ranger?" A soft chuckle is given. "I know my cloak is travelworn...." She lifts up her hand to sip her ale, the cloak slipping a little to reveal just the hint of a brand on her forearm.
A gleam of the fire lets Aaron catch sight of the face, and he sees a twisted nose. Beyond that, he very briefly glimpses a face. It seems familiar, but the Merchant shakes his head. "It can't be..." he whispers.
Still...the Merchant smiles to himself and takes another sip of ale. The voice...
Aaron turns, simultaneously shoving his glass towards Cordelia's face and also making an attempt to reach the hood in order to yank it off.
"Hey!" Cordelia protests loudly, her cry startling a good number of patrons who turn to look at the sudden fuss. She slaps the mug away with her right hand, so that the ale in it spills to the side, but she's not able to stop Aaron from pulling her hood down.
"Ha!" Aaron shouts. He jumps down from the bench and smiles triumphantly. "I knew it! I knew it!" He looks Cordelia right in the eye, then turns to the bar. "Criminal! We have a criminal! Call the Breeguard, Cordelia's here!" He begins shouting things to this measure, trying to rile the crowd up. At the same time he reaches for his dagger, removing it and holding it in his hand away from Cordelia.
"I am NOT a criminal! I brought the horse back!! The elves brought me back--would the elves bring me back if I was a criminal?!" Cordelia proclaims her innocence loudly and clearly across the common room, so that all heads are turned her way. "What crimes exactly are you accusing me of, Aaron? Kidnapping Seeker? The elves--his friends--don't even accuse me of that!"
Still, the girl isn't about to take any chances--with a sudden movement, she turns over the table they were sitting at, so that it falls to the floor, forming a barrier between her and Aaron.
"Tell me why Muirgheal is so upset and convinced you did then!" Aaron snaps back, raising the dagger now. "And if you didn't kidnap him, then where is he!?" a few folks nearby shake their heads, mumbling something about nonsense, but others listen with keen interest.
"If you didn't take him, then where is he?" Aaron asks again, his teeth clenched. "Muirgheal says you did, and she's his husband!"
"Muirgheal has already had her revenge," Cordelia smiles. She opens the folds of her cloak, pushing it back over her left shoulder and then slowly pulls down the left shoulder of her dress a little bit--there are heavy bandages underneath. "She stabbed me with her sword. And then brought me to her house to treat my wounds. A strange way of treating your enemies, wouldn't you say?" She takes the time to fix the dress and cloak again--clearly she's not fully healed from this wound. "Seeker's elven friends visited Muirgheal last night and told her where to find him. She is off on her horse, heading east, tracking him now. And he is with his friends--the rangers."
Aaron studies the wounds carefully, then shakes his head. "Why'd you and Keldean run away together?" he asks, softer. He does not lower the dagger though, but perhaps there is a bit of sympathy in his voice. "Why'd you two run off?" he presses again in a more urgent voice.
Cordelia's eyes stay on Aaron for a moment, then roam the crowd looking at the two of them. "We were forced into it," she says quietly, looking down at her boots. "I...if we hadn't come along and did what they wanted, they would have killed my sister."
The dagger remains raised. The Merchant seems to consider this thought for a moment. He bows his head and sighs, then shakes his head for a long time. "Cordelia, you have a lot of secrets, but you can't hide 'em forever. Who would wanna kill your sister? I thought you were from around Bree. Why would anyone wanna kill a farmers' daughter?" his voice is soft but he knows the questions are fierce.
"Put the knife down, Aaron. Are you going to stab me with it? SPill my blood here in the Pony?" Cordelia says, grimacing. "My mother's family is from here, and I came here to seek a better life. Away from my father's family. Far away. They followed me here, but they are dead now."
The dagger is lowered. The Merchant puts the knife at his side and bows his head. "I...I am very sorry." The Merchant doesn't quite know what to say. He's just accused her of kidnapping and now he's learning about a troubled past. He sighs, full of regret.
"It's all right," Cordelia says, concilliatory. The other patrons starting turning away and getting back to their business now that there won't be a fight. The girl looks at the upset table and sighs. "Help me set this right. You scared me. I was thinking how I coudl get my job back from Nob. IF I could...if you could put in a good word for me? I....my family won't follow me anymore. The rangers killed them."
It seems remorse has gripped Aaron by the throat and begun to smother him, for his eyes glisten and he nods. "That's awful, just awful Cordelia! You poor lass!" he wipes his eyes and shakes his head again.
"I...I'll put in a good word Cordelia. Trust me, I will." he hides the dagger beneath his cloak and shakes his head once more. "What a story...how sad!"
Leaning down, Cordelia slowly picks up the table and the two mugs on it that were spilled. She's careful about it--one shoulder is injured and she doesn't use her left hand. "THank you, Aaron....I'll go get a rag to clean this up," she says, then disappears into the smoke and crowd.
Players: Aaron,Cordelia
Located in: Breefolk
