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Author Topic: It's always darkest before dawn  (Read 86 times)

Description: Anias meets with Adelina

Offline Anias Mathisen

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It's always darkest before dawn
« on: Oct 11, 18, 05:54:50 AM »
There were a great many things on the mind of the wayward Glacian as he, and his fellow compatriot, traversed Glacia’s landscape on horseback. They set out from a Midnight Keeper outpost just outside of Kerava with much haste, and rode due south along the border towards a smaller branch of the Tulva river that cut nearly east to west. The night was still very young yet and the ride would not last for much longer. Unfortunately, Damian was in dire straits for most of the trip already. Even as the other man led the ride, Anias didn’t miss each and every nervous glance back his friend gave him. They had left the garrison so quickly that Anias didn’t have a chance to explain the full measure of his thoughts. Only a word here, a mumble there. In truth, he hadn’t even decided that he would even pursue the drastic course that had crossed his mind. However, the death of Lady Brenden had now afforded opportunities that were impossible to fathom beforehand. It should’ve been an easy decision to embark on the journey that had his heart beating feverishly, but a test of his moral compass would happen first. It would come in the way of a conversation between captor and captive.

It was finally time to meet Lady Adelina Tuomi.

Far from the beaten path and nestled in woods so thick at times the canopy could block out the sky, a rather small, unassuming, windowless wood house sat. It was normally used by the Underground as a holding home for smuggling individuals, but it currently held a treasure unlike any other. One worthy of the security that met Anias and Damian nearly half a mile out. There would be one more layer of sentries before the two men, leading their horses on foot now, would meet the two guardsman at the entrance to the abode. There would be two more guards within as well as the Lady. Due to the aural shielding of the home, through a psychic thread, both guards would be ordered to leave.

Dressed in black with kerchiefs covering part of their faces, Anias and Damian would enter. A quick look around the small residence would see that it was spruced up for the Lady’s stay. The one room place boasted a healthy store of firewood for the hearth. Several days of food were stored in what was a makeshift kitchen. Fresh linen, extra clothing, cooking pot, and small bathroom were all part of the accord. She would have access to chairs, a desk, a feathered pen, ink, and paper. Lastly, she’d have a small dining table where she most certainly ate alone at in the presence of her guards. Most of the home was lined with candles currently, but even so the shadows still continued to be prevalent.

“Evening, my lady.” Anias would start before she had a chance to speak first, and would continue to do so even if she tried to cut him off. Damian would remain silent and pick a corner of the place to stand, observe, and listen. “Firstly, I apologize for the scratch on your arm.” She would have no clue how she got to this place, but she would probably remember a painful scrape on her arm after being bumped by a passerby on a familiar commute. She might also remember the dizziness, the nausea, and then darkness. “A necessary evil, I’m afraid.” He walked forward and stood next to a chair at the dining table before finally removing the kerchief from his face. With a hand resting on the hilt of his sword, Anias took in a deep breath and finally continued.

“Secondly, I know you have questions. Ask them and I’ll answer the best I can. Within reason. All I ask is that you’re tactful about it. So..” He motioned for her to take a seat at the table. The way he froze in the position told her that his request was non-negotiable. 

 

 

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