Elendor
An Interrogation
Lady Azradi comes upon Turlach, asking him about his mysterious attacker.
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Location: Pelargir
Description: "The injuries are old -- though it is difficult to breathe still," says Turlach, managing a grin. "But we are both smarting yet."
He looks to his feet. "The Swan-Knight ... we could not ask an apothecary? Surely he must have procured his vile brews from another. If not a Gondorian -- then a Southron."
A look of sorrow passes over the face of the Lieutenant and thinking a moment he says "I doubt that even if the traitor was taken alive that he would of given forth such information willingly.. Rather he would have taken such information to his death.." a heavy sigh escapes the Lieutenant and he says "I have faith our healers will find a cure for Sir Findon.."
Tathar and Corlin come through the archway into the garden, walking quickly. The lady stops and looks around, her gaze stopping on each person - as if she looks for someone.
"They will," says Daerthor firmly. "Just not as quickly as if we had managed to /extract/ the exact poisons used by the traitor..." He shakes his head. "In any case, he is irrefutably dead as evidence shows." Suddenly, a thought occurs to him. "Lieutenant, sir, you are aware about the dancing girl Maha, aye..?"
A nod of agreement in regards to the finding of a cure the Lieutenant the looks to the Lady Tathar, giving her a nod he looks back to the pair and says "What of the Lady Maha?"
Smoke pours from Mt. Doom as the Dark One's evil sorcery lags the game.
The smoke clears as good triumphs and the database saves.
Turlach turns bright pink at the mention of the former dancing girl, but says nothing and hurries over to his aunt and her guard.
"That the gilded veil she wears while dancing is just that: a veil...?" Daerthor pushes gently, vaguely. Though no one can hear them, he cannot afford to take chances.
Another passes beneath the basalt arches. Tall and exotic, Azradi enters the gardens a vision of exotic red silks, gleaming gold and the scent of sandalwood. She carries a short-necked bottle in her right hand. A careful sweep of her gaze is enough to assess all who occupy the peaceful spot. Her gray eyes firmly on the cluster of people including the boy, Turlach, the Southron Lady makes her way to them.
Giving Daerthor a look of he says "another time.." Looking about the gardens he sees the tall and exotic, Azradi enter and begin to make her way over. Raising to his feet the Lieutenant bows to the Lady and says with a half smile "Lady Farside.."
Catching Aearon's eye, Daerthor gives a nod in understanding, and stands up as well, taking a few quick steps, to greet the Harad tower lady. "Lady Farside," he says, bowing. "What brings you here this evening?"
Tathar smiles at her nephew. "That lady wants..." she is beginning, when Azradi enters behind her and obviates any need for her to explain.
"That lady ...?" says Turlach, blushing without reason, when said lady appears. He pales, pressing himself back into a rosebush, the scent of flowers mingling with the exotic sandalwood. "Good evening, Lady Farside," the boy manages.
"Lieutenant Aearon, how fortuitous you are here," greets Azradi, returning the man's smile with one of her own. She shifts her attention to the second man, the smile holding. "You were on the docks the evening your traitor performed his final drama, but I do not think we were introduced."
Her gaze falls finally upon the youngest of those gathered. "I came to see Turlach," she explains. "I see you are well enough to be up and about. A welcome sight."
Upon hearing the words of Lady Farside, the Lieutenants face turns to one of half curiosity and half worry. Looking to Turlach for a moment the Lieutenant says "Is this about the attack on the young Soldier?" With that said the Lieutenant returns to his seat and stretches his long legs.
Tathar nods to Turlach, and gestures him forward. Corlin moves to the boy's side as well, though he just stands there, watching the Haradrim woman - and Tathar. Though neither show any signs of attacking the other, you never can tell!
"Yes, well enough," echoes Turlach, his fingers twining among the thorns as he leans weakly against the bush-wall. He closes his eyes, taking as deep a breath as he can risk -- it is dark, but his aunt is here, and so is the Lieutenant and Daerthor, and this lady is at least civil! Still...
The Man-at-Arms smiles and gestures to a bench. "Please, Lady Farside," he says. "I have something that you desire to know?"
"Lady Farside, I had rum with you in the King and Captain's one night, do you not remember? Yet, my name: Daerthor Carmayar." His expression is one of curiosity he glances at Turlach, wondering what a Tower Lady would have to do with him.
"It is," Azradi confirms, glancing at the Lieutenant and nodding her head. She regards Turlach a moment, but ere she can speak to the boy something the Ithilien man says catches her attention. He gaze shifts to him. "I do remember that now, but I do not think I knew your name - but then, I have met so many these past weeks."
"Turlach," she begins, returning her attention to the boy. "I want you to tell me everything about this attack you can remember. Your Aunt knew few details and I need more if I am to help find him."
"Of the eleven ships that sailed here, seven are under my command. If your attacker was from one of them, he has broken my law as well as yours."
Tathar nods encouragingly. "Tell her all that you know," she says, "and don't be afraid."
Listening to the words spoken by Lady Farside the Lieutenant stays silent, looking to the Man-at-Arms he gives him a nod and then returns his look to the Lady Farside and says "I have issued orders for the matter to be looked into, though with such few details on the attacker, I doubt he will be caught.. Though I hope such questioning has not burden those under your command more than necessary."
Turlach glances sidelong into the herb-plots, avoiding the Lady's gaze. He seems reluctant to speak, at least until his aunt encourages him. "He was masked -- a white mask with blood on it," he murmurs softly. "Even if his features were visible, much of your people appear the same to me. I cannot remember his clothes, for they were nondescript, and he seemed to appear from the shadows."
He begins to look up at Azradi, but then suddenly turns back away, still mistrustful.
Looking to the Man-at-Arms the Lieutenant says "Look the Lady in the eye when you speak, you are a soldier of Gondor.. Is there anything else you remember?"
"Go on," Tathar says quietly. She touches him on the shoulder and smiles.
Daerthor looks up, interested in what Turlach is saying. Yet his mistrust causes him to lose his patience slightly - just enough to make him frown.
"I have received no complaints," Azradi assures the Lieutenant.
"So it is a man," The Umbarean Lady observes. "He has hidden his face and his form, but there is still much to learn. He spoke. Your aunt said he had an accent. You are sure it was Southron one? What did he say?"
"It was well-spoken, if Southron, Lady Farside. That ... yes, sir," Turlach dares to look up at the Lady, "that my flesh was a sacrifice for the Dark Lord. And that I was alone, the Hosts were futile and ... frivolous."
The Man-at-Arms's gaze wanders, his jaw clenching. "Lady Azradi," he adds, "is it forbidden in your realms to gaze upon a Lord?"
Sitting up strait the Lieutenant listens to the words of the Man-at-Arms and the Lady Farside, and says nothing merely looks between the two as they speak, the he does give a nod to Lady Farside as she speaks.
Tathar nods approvingly at her nephew's words, waiting for him to finish. And on his other side, Corlin stands, still silent - not so bulky a presence as Heledir, but equally as competent.
A high color rises in the lady's cheeks and her eyes flash when the boy mentions the sacrifice. But with a tensely clenched jaw, she says nothing letting the boy speak on, she holds his gaze. Then he asks a question.
Azradi's brow furrows. "In theory, a Towerlord can command anything. But such a command would likely be...little tolerated by Umbareans outside of the lord's Tower. Umbareans are an independent lot."
"As for a lord from one of the noble houses of Umbar they have no power to command such a thing and enforce it - save they are indulged by their towerlord. Did he say he was a nobleman?"
"It was a noble, then, that I met in the Inn," the Nimothan boy confirms, his shoulders still tensed. "I met his gaze and thus offended him his retainer said, though, that I was not worth the punishment." Turlach looks up with a grim smile. "I do not mean to implicate an innocent man, if he is clean of the matter, yet I have heard that Haradrim are proud and keep long grudges -- as do we."
"I recognized him as the man who fought the Fleet Master. His name: Eron, Lord Hashikh -- so I have been told."
"Lord Eron did, indeed, fight the Fleet Master of Seaward," Azradi replies, her tone and expression still angry and tense. She glances at the Lieutenant, "Have your people spoken with him yet?"
Turlach seems more at ease, and Tathar remains silent, offering only her presence as reassurance for the youth.
Looking directly at Lady Farside the Lieutenant stands once again and says "That we have not, I have had my men look for him to ask him to come speak with me about this situation but he has not yet been found, and I have not boarded your ships in search, rather waiting to speak with yourself on the matter instead of causing some form of event.."
Daerthor nods along as the Lieutenant speaks.
"I have not seen him since," adds Turlach, looking between the Lady and the Lieutenant. "Ought I ... lure him out? If he knows I am not dead, perhaps he will make action to ensure that it is done."
"And I appreciate that, Lieutenant," Lady Farside replies, "He is not one of mine but I will certainly make enquiries - both into his whereabouts and any other information someone may have about this incident."
She looks back to Turlach and frowns. "Aside from the fact you had this encounter with Lord Eron just before you were attacked, do you have any reason to believe your assailant was he?"
Turlach shakes his head slowly. "None. He may be an innocent, if insulted, person. Yet ... yes, the voices were different. I do not know," he murmurs, his voice quieting into shamefacedness.
Continuing to look at the Man-at-Arms he says "Is that all you can remember from the event? Is there anything else, any small things that stood out? The blade used? The hand used to attack you? Do you remember any of that from your attack?
Lady Farside nods in agreement with the Lieutenant's questions and looks at the young man expectantly.
Turlach bites his lip, swaying as he attempts to recall. "It was dark, before dawn," he states finally. "A scimitar, a heavy scimitar, in -- his right hand? He was tall and strong, perhaps around my height. I cannot remember. It was at the corner of the Inn."
With a nod the Lieutenant looks back to Lady Farside and says "I can think of no other questions for the young man? Can you Lady Farside?" Looking back to the Man-at-Arms "Though if you remember anything else you will report to me immediately.."
Tathar listens, still frowning angrily.
"No, I cannot," replies Azradi, turning to look at the man. "What is the penalty for this crime?"
"In your lands, that is?"
"I shall try to remember, sir," Turlach says obediently, though his hands tremble at the prospect and he must sit down, pale, on the bench.
Thinking a moment the Lieutenant says "Punishment for such a crime would be decided by the Steward or the Lords of Gondor, though I would think it would be imprisonment.. For how long I could not say.. "
"He might be forced to make restitution, as well," adds Daerthor from the sidelines.
"Given the circumstances," Azradi says, her jaw setting tensely again, "If he turns out to be one of mine, the sentence will be death."
The lady sighs then, looking very tired for a moment. She looks down at the forgotten bottle of rum held in her hand. Smiling wanly, she offers it to Turlach. "This is for your final drinking lesson."
"I have taught you how to drink and hold your spirits. But the final lesson is the most important: When to forsake drink. This is intended for the time when you are well enough to leave the healer's care."
Tathar looks at Azradi warily, suspiciously. Unable to find anything in her words to object to, though she clearly would like to. And still she says nothing.
Turlach flushes pink, taking the bottle reluctantly. "Th ... thank you. I understand, Lady Farside. I shall keep it until then."
The Man-at-Arms looks apologetically over to Daerthor, on whom he has left his sword-marks -- he will need a little help emptying this.
"Actually, Turlach, I have a bottle of wine from the Car Fuincelarion estate in Lossarnach, as well." A smile flickers briefly on Daerthor's face. "We should all go to the Inn, once the healers give their permission, and celebrate whatever than can be celebrated."
A nod is given to the Man-at-Arms, then the Lieutenant says "I thank you for you time, But I must be returning to my duties.." Looking to Lady Farside he bows his head and says "I thank you for your time and understanding.." turning to leave he turns about and says "I would like to speak with you again, about other matters Lady Farside, I shall send a messenger to find out when would be best for you.." that said the Lieutenant leaves the gardens, though the house of healing.
Lady Farside takes a step back from the Gondorians as Turlach and Daerthor make their plans. Her smile is wan and isolated as she watches them a moment ere turning to Tathar. "I will look into both this matter and the one you brought me earlier."
"But I fear I must return to my rooms."
Tathar watches the two young men also, but her smile is both fond and proud. She looks up at Azradi's words, and for a bare moment, the smile encompasses the other woman before it fades, to be replaced with somberness. "Thank you," she says.
"We ought," agrees Turlach. Then he turns, bowing to the Farside lady -- the thought, of bowing to a Southron! he smiles a little -- and quietly winds his path back to the Halls.
"Your help is most appreciated, Lady," says Daerthor. "Good evening to you." With that, he bows, and retreats into the House of Healing.
Nodding her head to all three, the Southron lady takes her leave - disappearing into the Halls of Healing.
He looks to his feet. "The Swan-Knight ... we could not ask an apothecary? Surely he must have procured his vile brews from another. If not a Gondorian -- then a Southron."
A look of sorrow passes over the face of the Lieutenant and thinking a moment he says "I doubt that even if the traitor was taken alive that he would of given forth such information willingly.. Rather he would have taken such information to his death.." a heavy sigh escapes the Lieutenant and he says "I have faith our healers will find a cure for Sir Findon.."
Tathar and Corlin come through the archway into the garden, walking quickly. The lady stops and looks around, her gaze stopping on each person - as if she looks for someone.
"They will," says Daerthor firmly. "Just not as quickly as if we had managed to /extract/ the exact poisons used by the traitor..." He shakes his head. "In any case, he is irrefutably dead as evidence shows." Suddenly, a thought occurs to him. "Lieutenant, sir, you are aware about the dancing girl Maha, aye..?"
A nod of agreement in regards to the finding of a cure the Lieutenant the looks to the Lady Tathar, giving her a nod he looks back to the pair and says "What of the Lady Maha?"
Smoke pours from Mt. Doom as the Dark One's evil sorcery lags the game.
The smoke clears as good triumphs and the database saves.
Turlach turns bright pink at the mention of the former dancing girl, but says nothing and hurries over to his aunt and her guard.
"That the gilded veil she wears while dancing is just that: a veil...?" Daerthor pushes gently, vaguely. Though no one can hear them, he cannot afford to take chances.
Another passes beneath the basalt arches. Tall and exotic, Azradi enters the gardens a vision of exotic red silks, gleaming gold and the scent of sandalwood. She carries a short-necked bottle in her right hand. A careful sweep of her gaze is enough to assess all who occupy the peaceful spot. Her gray eyes firmly on the cluster of people including the boy, Turlach, the Southron Lady makes her way to them.
Giving Daerthor a look of he says "another time.." Looking about the gardens he sees the tall and exotic, Azradi enter and begin to make her way over. Raising to his feet the Lieutenant bows to the Lady and says with a half smile "Lady Farside.."
Catching Aearon's eye, Daerthor gives a nod in understanding, and stands up as well, taking a few quick steps, to greet the Harad tower lady. "Lady Farside," he says, bowing. "What brings you here this evening?"
Tathar smiles at her nephew. "That lady wants..." she is beginning, when Azradi enters behind her and obviates any need for her to explain.
"That lady ...?" says Turlach, blushing without reason, when said lady appears. He pales, pressing himself back into a rosebush, the scent of flowers mingling with the exotic sandalwood. "Good evening, Lady Farside," the boy manages.
"Lieutenant Aearon, how fortuitous you are here," greets Azradi, returning the man's smile with one of her own. She shifts her attention to the second man, the smile holding. "You were on the docks the evening your traitor performed his final drama, but I do not think we were introduced."
Her gaze falls finally upon the youngest of those gathered. "I came to see Turlach," she explains. "I see you are well enough to be up and about. A welcome sight."
Upon hearing the words of Lady Farside, the Lieutenants face turns to one of half curiosity and half worry. Looking to Turlach for a moment the Lieutenant says "Is this about the attack on the young Soldier?" With that said the Lieutenant returns to his seat and stretches his long legs.
Tathar nods to Turlach, and gestures him forward. Corlin moves to the boy's side as well, though he just stands there, watching the Haradrim woman - and Tathar. Though neither show any signs of attacking the other, you never can tell!
"Yes, well enough," echoes Turlach, his fingers twining among the thorns as he leans weakly against the bush-wall. He closes his eyes, taking as deep a breath as he can risk -- it is dark, but his aunt is here, and so is the Lieutenant and Daerthor, and this lady is at least civil! Still...
The Man-at-Arms smiles and gestures to a bench. "Please, Lady Farside," he says. "I have something that you desire to know?"
"Lady Farside, I had rum with you in the King and Captain's one night, do you not remember? Yet, my name: Daerthor Carmayar." His expression is one of curiosity he glances at Turlach, wondering what a Tower Lady would have to do with him.
"It is," Azradi confirms, glancing at the Lieutenant and nodding her head. She regards Turlach a moment, but ere she can speak to the boy something the Ithilien man says catches her attention. He gaze shifts to him. "I do remember that now, but I do not think I knew your name - but then, I have met so many these past weeks."
"Turlach," she begins, returning her attention to the boy. "I want you to tell me everything about this attack you can remember. Your Aunt knew few details and I need more if I am to help find him."
"Of the eleven ships that sailed here, seven are under my command. If your attacker was from one of them, he has broken my law as well as yours."
Tathar nods encouragingly. "Tell her all that you know," she says, "and don't be afraid."
Listening to the words spoken by Lady Farside the Lieutenant stays silent, looking to the Man-at-Arms he gives him a nod and then returns his look to the Lady Farside and says "I have issued orders for the matter to be looked into, though with such few details on the attacker, I doubt he will be caught.. Though I hope such questioning has not burden those under your command more than necessary."
Turlach glances sidelong into the herb-plots, avoiding the Lady's gaze. He seems reluctant to speak, at least until his aunt encourages him. "He was masked -- a white mask with blood on it," he murmurs softly. "Even if his features were visible, much of your people appear the same to me. I cannot remember his clothes, for they were nondescript, and he seemed to appear from the shadows."
He begins to look up at Azradi, but then suddenly turns back away, still mistrustful.
Looking to the Man-at-Arms the Lieutenant says "Look the Lady in the eye when you speak, you are a soldier of Gondor.. Is there anything else you remember?"
"Go on," Tathar says quietly. She touches him on the shoulder and smiles.
Daerthor looks up, interested in what Turlach is saying. Yet his mistrust causes him to lose his patience slightly - just enough to make him frown.
"I have received no complaints," Azradi assures the Lieutenant.
"So it is a man," The Umbarean Lady observes. "He has hidden his face and his form, but there is still much to learn. He spoke. Your aunt said he had an accent. You are sure it was Southron one? What did he say?"
"It was well-spoken, if Southron, Lady Farside. That ... yes, sir," Turlach dares to look up at the Lady, "that my flesh was a sacrifice for the Dark Lord. And that I was alone, the Hosts were futile and ... frivolous."
The Man-at-Arms's gaze wanders, his jaw clenching. "Lady Azradi," he adds, "is it forbidden in your realms to gaze upon a Lord?"
Sitting up strait the Lieutenant listens to the words of the Man-at-Arms and the Lady Farside, and says nothing merely looks between the two as they speak, the he does give a nod to Lady Farside as she speaks.
Tathar nods approvingly at her nephew's words, waiting for him to finish. And on his other side, Corlin stands, still silent - not so bulky a presence as Heledir, but equally as competent.
A high color rises in the lady's cheeks and her eyes flash when the boy mentions the sacrifice. But with a tensely clenched jaw, she says nothing letting the boy speak on, she holds his gaze. Then he asks a question.
Azradi's brow furrows. "In theory, a Towerlord can command anything. But such a command would likely be...little tolerated by Umbareans outside of the lord's Tower. Umbareans are an independent lot."
"As for a lord from one of the noble houses of Umbar they have no power to command such a thing and enforce it - save they are indulged by their towerlord. Did he say he was a nobleman?"
"It was a noble, then, that I met in the Inn," the Nimothan boy confirms, his shoulders still tensed. "I met his gaze and thus offended him his retainer said, though, that I was not worth the punishment." Turlach looks up with a grim smile. "I do not mean to implicate an innocent man, if he is clean of the matter, yet I have heard that Haradrim are proud and keep long grudges -- as do we."
"I recognized him as the man who fought the Fleet Master. His name: Eron, Lord Hashikh -- so I have been told."
"Lord Eron did, indeed, fight the Fleet Master of Seaward," Azradi replies, her tone and expression still angry and tense. She glances at the Lieutenant, "Have your people spoken with him yet?"
Turlach seems more at ease, and Tathar remains silent, offering only her presence as reassurance for the youth.
Looking directly at Lady Farside the Lieutenant stands once again and says "That we have not, I have had my men look for him to ask him to come speak with me about this situation but he has not yet been found, and I have not boarded your ships in search, rather waiting to speak with yourself on the matter instead of causing some form of event.."
Daerthor nods along as the Lieutenant speaks.
"I have not seen him since," adds Turlach, looking between the Lady and the Lieutenant. "Ought I ... lure him out? If he knows I am not dead, perhaps he will make action to ensure that it is done."
"And I appreciate that, Lieutenant," Lady Farside replies, "He is not one of mine but I will certainly make enquiries - both into his whereabouts and any other information someone may have about this incident."
She looks back to Turlach and frowns. "Aside from the fact you had this encounter with Lord Eron just before you were attacked, do you have any reason to believe your assailant was he?"
Turlach shakes his head slowly. "None. He may be an innocent, if insulted, person. Yet ... yes, the voices were different. I do not know," he murmurs, his voice quieting into shamefacedness.
Continuing to look at the Man-at-Arms he says "Is that all you can remember from the event? Is there anything else, any small things that stood out? The blade used? The hand used to attack you? Do you remember any of that from your attack?
Lady Farside nods in agreement with the Lieutenant's questions and looks at the young man expectantly.
Turlach bites his lip, swaying as he attempts to recall. "It was dark, before dawn," he states finally. "A scimitar, a heavy scimitar, in -- his right hand? He was tall and strong, perhaps around my height. I cannot remember. It was at the corner of the Inn."
With a nod the Lieutenant looks back to Lady Farside and says "I can think of no other questions for the young man? Can you Lady Farside?" Looking back to the Man-at-Arms "Though if you remember anything else you will report to me immediately.."
Tathar listens, still frowning angrily.
"No, I cannot," replies Azradi, turning to look at the man. "What is the penalty for this crime?"
"In your lands, that is?"
"I shall try to remember, sir," Turlach says obediently, though his hands tremble at the prospect and he must sit down, pale, on the bench.
Thinking a moment the Lieutenant says "Punishment for such a crime would be decided by the Steward or the Lords of Gondor, though I would think it would be imprisonment.. For how long I could not say.. "
"He might be forced to make restitution, as well," adds Daerthor from the sidelines.
"Given the circumstances," Azradi says, her jaw setting tensely again, "If he turns out to be one of mine, the sentence will be death."
The lady sighs then, looking very tired for a moment. She looks down at the forgotten bottle of rum held in her hand. Smiling wanly, she offers it to Turlach. "This is for your final drinking lesson."
"I have taught you how to drink and hold your spirits. But the final lesson is the most important: When to forsake drink. This is intended for the time when you are well enough to leave the healer's care."
Tathar looks at Azradi warily, suspiciously. Unable to find anything in her words to object to, though she clearly would like to. And still she says nothing.
Turlach flushes pink, taking the bottle reluctantly. "Th ... thank you. I understand, Lady Farside. I shall keep it until then."
The Man-at-Arms looks apologetically over to Daerthor, on whom he has left his sword-marks -- he will need a little help emptying this.
"Actually, Turlach, I have a bottle of wine from the Car Fuincelarion estate in Lossarnach, as well." A smile flickers briefly on Daerthor's face. "We should all go to the Inn, once the healers give their permission, and celebrate whatever than can be celebrated."
A nod is given to the Man-at-Arms, then the Lieutenant says "I thank you for you time, But I must be returning to my duties.." Looking to Lady Farside he bows his head and says "I thank you for your time and understanding.." turning to leave he turns about and says "I would like to speak with you again, about other matters Lady Farside, I shall send a messenger to find out when would be best for you.." that said the Lieutenant leaves the gardens, though the house of healing.
Lady Farside takes a step back from the Gondorians as Turlach and Daerthor make their plans. Her smile is wan and isolated as she watches them a moment ere turning to Tathar. "I will look into both this matter and the one you brought me earlier."
"But I fear I must return to my rooms."
Tathar watches the two young men also, but her smile is both fond and proud. She looks up at Azradi's words, and for a bare moment, the smile encompasses the other woman before it fades, to be replaced with somberness. "Thank you," she says.
"We ought," agrees Turlach. Then he turns, bowing to the Farside lady -- the thought, of bowing to a Southron! he smiles a little -- and quietly winds his path back to the Halls.
"Your help is most appreciated, Lady," says Daerthor. "Good evening to you." With that, he bows, and retreats into the House of Healing.
Nodding her head to all three, the Southron lady takes her leave - disappearing into the Halls of Healing.
