[Night Patrol/Tower Guard/Inn] Miscellaneous
Phaedra
[Tlainne]
"Yes."
Tlainne crossed to the girl pale and shivering from fright. She had
her arms crossed over her chest to warm herself, futilely in this
underground hall. The elf swung her cloak off, soot and acid marred
though it was, and helped the girl put it on.
She knew the other were coming as she started to lead the girl towards
the stairs to the outside, but glanced back for a head count anyway.
Their horses were were they had left them which was just as well. Tlainne
helped the girl onto her own horse, reflecting that she'd have to ask the
girls name when they were away.
She held the reins loosely and turned to Kaelan. "Thank you for
assisting us," she said in a low pitched voice. "Will I see you tomorrow?"
[Brendan]
He followed everyone out helping those he needed it. When everyone was
outside an starting to mount Brendan went to his horse's side. The magic
went out and Brendan collapsed before ever reaching the saddle. The blood
started to flow once more and all he could do was moan trying the stay awake.
[Tlainne]
Tlainne handed the reins to the girl and went to Brendan. With the help of
the others they got him onto a horse, supported by the lone remaining
guardsman.
Tlainne and the others followed them back to the Tower at a canter,
where they gave Brendan over to the Healer Captain. Tlainne sported a few
white bandages when she was allowed to go.
Dawn was just breaking in the east, and it was with unhurried gait that
she joined the guards at breakfast.
[Lane]
Having bowed to Tlainne in assurance that she would see him, Lane
stepped off with a spring in his step, despite the battles of the night.
Breathing in deeply he regarded the rising sun, heralding a new day -
and perhaps a new chance for him, also ?
Smiling at a passerby, who eyed him cautiously and walked past, hand
upon dagger, Kaelen Lane laughed out loud. Perhaps here where he was
not known, he could go back to his older trade, and instead of being a
thief, he could perhaps become a shadowy figure of the law.
Shrugging his shoulders, Lane popped into a nearby florists, and looked
around the room. After several minutes, in which the lady shopkeeper
eyed him in suspicion due to the state of his clothing, he chose a
single Resachid from the shopkeeper who said they came from 'beyond the
world barriers'.
#Expensive#, he thought, #but worth it.#
The resachids were much like orchids, but when grasped each of the
petals would glow with a different colour, depicting the holders moods.
10 mithril pieces for the single flower, and another 10 for a simple
crystal vase, beautiful in its simplicity, the only decoration being
crystal carved flowers around its base.
1 last mithril piece, and Lane was assured by the now helpful shopkeeper
that the gift would be presented to Tlainne in the barracks upon her
awakening.
Stepping back outside, Lane walked off towards the shop - Mailins ? -
who had first got him involved with the Night Guard. He intended to
claim that he had foudn the keys walking along the street, on the corner
of the street where the shop was situated - perhaps the thieves dropped
it when they made their escape ?
Before walking up to the shop, where he could now see the shopkeeper
resignedly talking to a builder about the best way to break in, Lane
pressed the keys into a hastily softened piece of clay - after all, it
never paid to burn all of your bridges...
[Brendan]
He awoke in the infirmary, his body ached. He was bruised and stiff and
still light headed from loss of blood. 'I had forgotten how bad it hurt when
that spell let you down.' He tried to rise but his dizziness and body
incasing bandages stopped him. "Whistwing! Where is Whistwing?"
[Maida]
"Hush now Brendan. Whistwing is exactly where she should be, and so are
you." She held out her hand to the bird perched on the headboard of his
bunk in the infirmary.
"And how are you today my lovely one?"
[Brendan]
He spoke softly watching Maida stroke Whistwing,
"Is everyone safe?"
"Did all escape the falling roof?"
"How bad were my wounds?"
"I used magic to support myself, I must have been more injured then I thought."
"Oh God; my horse, was anyone injuried trying to bring him back, I call him
M&N short for MEAN and NASTY. I have never found a name that suits him better."
[Maida]
"I do not know, but everyone that came back is fine, except for you. Lt
Makai is dead of course, and only one of the regular guards came out with
your team, but you should recover. Does this happen to you often?
[Brendan]
"Oh yes, every day I make an effort to find myself under a dragon and a
collapsing roof," As he spoke his eyes twinkled and he faught hard to
control his laughter. Maida gave him such a savage look he burst out in
laughter causing him to rack his body in pain.
After a minute or so and he had calmed himself he said, "I saw one of the
regulars leaving through the same tunnel the *worshippers* were using. He
may yet find his way out."
* * * * *
[Tlainne]
In her hands she held the delicate vase and single flower that graced it.
She was oddly touched by the gift, noone had given her such a thing
before.
She went back to her bunkroom and sat down on the bed, placing the vase
safely surrounded by books. She opened one of the thickest, a treatise on
the identification of flora, and began looking for the flower's
description.
[Kaelen Lane]
Having entered the Dragon's Inn, Lane looked curiously at the group of
Tower Guards having some kind of celebration, but tiredness overcame
curiosity and he booked a room for a week.
[Hugh]
"Ah, Lane, is it ?"
At the man's qords - punctuated with a wide yawn and embarrased grin,
Hugh nodded.
"Very well then, Kaelen, informal it shall be. And yes, I do have a
room available for a week."
[Lane]
As the inkeeper signalled for Niki to show him to his room, Lane payed
the agreed price and yawned again.
As the good looking serving girl began to lead him to the stairs, he
cast a couple of strange looks at a painting on the wall - ::strange, I
get an almost 'sentient' feel from that painting...::
Shrugging, Lane yawned and followed the girl. When she showed him his
room, he gave her a silver, entered the room, and collapsed on the bed.
He was asleep even as the serving girl smiled and closed the door behind
her exit.
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Daniel J. O'Connell