Post by Anrandir on Apr 7, 2012 21:34:59 GMT -6
Elanwen crests the hill and slows her mare to a walk, her eyes going to the town walls. She turns back to make certain the laden cart was still making its steady progress behind her.
Anrandir can be seen steadily heading towards Trestlebridge at a steady gallop, a set, determined look upon his face. As he nears the gate, a few syllables are muttered, and the horse slows to a trot, breathing heavily, foam-flecked at its mouth. There is a velvet-wrapped object slung across his back, tightly bound, with which he instinctively touches as he slides off the horse, looking
Anrandir looking about, taking in his surroundings as he does so. After speaking quietly to the horse again, he heads towards the gate, his gait brisk and controlled.
Elanwen 's eyes narrow as she watches the lone man approaching the town gate, but continues to move cautiously forward.
Anrandir would nod to the guards sternly, who in turn eye him in a serious businesslike manner, returning the nod.
Anrandir would take a few cautious steps into the town, looking ahead.
Elanwen stops to speak qith the guard. "I am Ladyh Elanwen. Lord Thorvall sent me word that we have access to the town. The promised supplies are in a cart following behind."
Anrandir turns, and would have listened intently to the women’s words, picking out the few important ones: ‘’Thorvall, Elanwen.’’ He turns, silently eyeing the cart, glancing once or twice at the women upon the white steed.
Elanwen ~ The guard gives a brisk nod and stands aside, and Elan gently urges the tired mare forward, eyes still on the man at the gate.
Anrandir calls out, grim-set features peering towards the women. “Excuse me, Miss, are you in fact Lady Elanwen?” His eyes project a hopeful curiosity.
Elanwen straightens in her saddle, suddenly very alert. "I am. And who might you be?"
Anrandir nods carefully, stepping forwards as he does so. He exclaims, “I am Arandorm, sent to seek out Thorvall and his good wife.”
Elanwen nods. "You've found half of us. Why are you seeking us out?"
Anrandir speaks, “Word has reached whoever sent me, of the tragic loss suffered by you and your husband.” He pauses, bowing his head respectively, and continues, “I’ve been sent to offer my deepest condolences on the behalf of this person. Could we talk, elsewhere?”
Elanwen looks down at the man, deeply puzzled. Our loss?" She looks around. "Where would you like to speak?"
Haneth |Clopping slowed as the horse canterred towards the wall, his rider easing back on the reins in her grip. The eyes above the dusted mask widened at sight of white horse and blue rider. "My Lady..." she called in surprise, slowing her horse to approach the Oathsworn and her hooded companion.
Anrandir opens his mouth, mentally stuttering in a moment of slight hesitation, but he regains his thought and carefully says, “I do not frequent this area much, perhaps it’d be best if you chose—“ He looks at the newcomer, nodding respectively, and saying, “—Good day.”
Elanwen slides from her saddle and turns. "Haneth...I 've just arrived. This man has come to seek Thorvall and me. Will you join us?"
Haneth nodded at behest of her commander's wife. She swung her leg and lowered herself from the stirrup, the motion slow. Three weeks' riding and nights recumbent on dirt and stone had not been kind to the woman's muscles, meager now, compared to before.
Anrandir makes no comment, looking to Elanwen to lead the way.
Elanwen gives a sharp nod. "Behind the stables then."
Liannsia waves to Haneth.
Haneth does a flip!
Elanwen stops, and looks around. "This should be well out of earshot. Now, what is it you've come to us for?"
Haneth paused to tie Dryfan to the post, then hurried to reach her Lady and the man. As she neared them, she pulled on her mask, the only hint of trained manners.
Anrandir slowly, and diplomatically begins to state, “Well, your loss may have come as a shock…” He pauses. If someone were to interject, this would be the best time.
Elanwen shakes her head. "Loss? What loss?" She turns to Haneth. "Is Thorvall well?"
Anrandir looks to Haneth.
Haneth |The huntress blanched, her freckles paling. Her gaze trembled as it flicked to the man, then her Lady again. "He is...well. It is...my Lady, they have not told you."
Elanwen frowns. "No. No one has. I only just arrived. What happened?"
Anrandir bows his head slightly, his eyes concealed under the folds of the hood. All that would remain to be seen was a grim tight-set mouth, which would offer no help in Haneth’s explanation.
Haneth 's gaze fell as a sickliness tinged her features. Her lips parted, but the words she wished never to speak again were ashamed to be released, and stalled. "My Lady..." Her chest tightened, her insides twisting. "Svanlaug is dead."
Elanwen sucks in a deep breath as all color drains from her face. She bows her head a moment and speaks in a voice barely above a whisper. "Svan." After a moment she raises her head and squares her shoulders, still pale, but in command, turning to Anrandir. "And what do you have to do with this?"
Anrandir silently clasps his hands together, holding them in front of his lower stomach. His head rises slightly, revealing two sorrowful eyes peering towards Elanwen. His voice, sorrowful as well, speaks sullenly, “My lady, I’ve come bearing a gift on the behalf of ‘’An Old Friend’’ who no doubt partly shares the sorrow and grief you feel…” He adds, “I can’t imagine… If I had known you
Anrandir … If I had known you had not previously known the news… I would not have brashly rushed it upon you so…” He reaches a hand behind his back and pats the velvet-clad object, and shakes his head as he speaks, “This gift I brought, in hope of deterring the horrible loss of hope and sadness that comes along with a happening such as this… It all seems foolish now.”
Elanwen 's eyes narrow in suspicion. What "old friend"? Who is this from?"
Anrandir quietly states, “The friend wished to not be named. And, If it’s of any comfort…” He reaches, and after some untying, would produce the velvet-clad object. “…The friend has acquired this at great expense, and wishes it to be yours.” He holds the object horizontally on two outstretched palms, and it has the looks of a sword.
Haneth 's look raised at the tone of Elanwen's voice, the strength in it. She looked at the man, inspired to uneasiness by the hesitation of her Lady.
Elanwen reaches out slowly with both palms facing skyward. "I do not trust anonymous gifts."
Anrandir nods, replying, “As I am sure any wise man or women would say in your position. I can almost understand… but not to the extent of what you feel.” He pauses, “Take it, do what you would with it, just know that it is sent in the hopes it provides comfort in this time of sorrow.” – The sword, when revealed, is of superb quality steel, inlaid with emerald gems at the hilt. Nothing
Anrandir Nothing too spectacular, but of a sturdy and tough quality.
Elanwen eyes the sword and takes it with a cloth wrapped around the hilt. "You would be surprised at how dangerous it can be to accept a gift from an unknown donor. But it is a beauty and does look good."
Anrandir nods again, in agreement with the speaker.
Elanwen holds the sword, testing the balance. "And you will not say who the friend is? Not even a hint?"
Anrandir shakes his head, responding apologetically, “I truly am sorry, My Lady, but it is of the wishes of the sender that they not be revealed. Maybe, in time, though.”
Haneth shifted, her gaze flitting to Elanwen, then back to the man. Slowly, she found voice. "But...who are you? This news has newly come to us, even. Are you from Trestlebridge?"
Anrandir looks to Haneth. “I am but an emissary of the sender, sent to offer condolences on the behalf of him or her. My knowledge is limited as to the plans of the friend; neither do I know her source of information. I apologize for my inability to answer your question.”
Elanwen listens though she seems to still be examining the sword, still holding it with the cloth.
Haneth nodded, though she watched the man, face tilted in half apology. She held her tongue.
Elanwen finally looks up from the sword. "Give your mysterious employer my thanks. But I would wish to meet face to face soon to convey those thanks in person."
Anrandir peers at Haneth for a split second as he turns. Perhaps he would have the chance to speak to her later.
Anrandir turns to Elanwen. “An understandable request, I will make it known to sender.” He pauses, “I need to make my preparations for the journey back south… maybe…” He looks to Haneth, “Perhaps you could show me to the nearest general goods store?”
Elanwen tilts her head. "I believe it is across the road from the stable. It has been some time since I've been here."
Anrandir asks, "Stable? Road? I apologize, I am not familiar with this stretch of land, nor am I good with directions, so to speak."
Elanwen nods. "If you will follow me, then I can show you."
Haneth 's gaze wavered back to her Lady, relenting to her command as she stepped aside, allowing them to pass before her, and herself to follow.
Elanwen pauses in front of Haneth. "When we get a chance, when things settle a bit, I'd like to speak with you."
Anrandir quickly states, “Really… I wouldn’t want to add to your already troublesome burden… but if you insist, then by all means, lead the way.”
Haneth nodded, her limbs suddenly still, her features tense with the gaze of her Lady o close. "Of course." She waited for the man to pass, avoiding him now, as she could rise her eyes nowehere past the tufts of grass before her.
Elanwen gestures to the buildling. "Here is where you should be able to find most things." ((I'm taking a wild guess.))
Anrandir nods thankfully to Elanwen. “My thanks go to you, Miss.” As he passes them both, his eyes shift to Haneth, flicking to the building as he proceeds towards it: An obvious hint, however subtle enough as to make it only known to Haneth.
Elanwen bows her head. "I need to see to my son and find my husband, if you will excuse me."
Anrandir turns, just as he is about to enter the store.
Haneth lifted her head as the woman took her departure to nod her understanding. Some fortune it was that she caught the man's quick gesture. Her lip retreated between her teeth, the pink turning white as her feet led her foreward, her gaze flickering behind at the town drenched in soot and clouded sun.
Anrandir would step forward until he is a within easy speaking distance of Haneth. “If we were under better circumstances, perhaps I would have asked the most unfortunate lady a few questions, that concern rather pressing matters… but unfortunately I wouldn’t want to tactlessly barge into her distraught emotional state with seemingly useless questions… which is why I came to you.
Haneth |The woman tensed at his approach, but made no move to retreat. Her gaze steady, as a rabbit's that caught sound of passing foot fall. The lip she had pinched between her whites flushed pink again when released. "What...can I help you with...."
Anrandir cautiously continues, in an event tone, “Not only does my employer send their condolences, but perhaps their aid--Which would be very helpful, if I might add… my employer has powerful recourses--if need be, in tracking down the killer of Svanlaug.”
Anrandir even*
Haneth 's eyes wandered obediently along the open road towards the Oathsworn at camp, the ring of caravans and tents, fair-haired folk at work, keeping to themselves. "I don't think...I couldn't speak for my company. You should talk to Lady Elanwen. She would know better..."
Anrandir nods understandingly, “Which I what I initially thought as well—But, I’m afraid I wouldn’t want to press her with such matters after she lost someone she held dear. Maybe she would have spoken and answered clear-mindedly, but I did not want to take the chance in receiving clouded answers affected by her distraught emotional state.”
You say, 'I just have a few simply questions.'
You say, 'simple*'
Haneth nodded, unconvinced of the strength of her own emotional state, but without the clarity to deny his request. "I will answer as I can, but...you should talk to her. Really, my Lady is not...fragile."
Anrandir asks, “Do you know who the killer was?”
Haneth shook her head, her voice an ache above a whisper. "No. I found her body. Three weeks I searched for her. There was nothing to...no. I don't know."
Anrandir nods. "And no one has any clues as to who the killer is?"
Anrandir adds, "Nothing was left on the body, nothing around the scene, no trail?"
Haneth 's voice steadied, though it softened when beset with questions. "No. If there was, I would have followed it."
Anrandir asks, "One more question. Would anyone want to do this to her?"
Haneth |Eyes of fern glanced across the barren scape of road and broken home. The Watchers leered, the nearest onces watching the women of the Oathsworn at work, chuckling at their own jest, too far to hear. "One must have. But her body... wolves had reached her before me. I do not know if she perished from the wilds, or if she was slain."
Anrandir adds, “Most unfortunate.” A lapse of silence passes as he contemplates the conversation he had been in, and he breaks it, saying, “Haneth, as you are called, my deepest condolences go to you in your loss. Also, thank you for your time. I will be heading… off, now. Good day.”
Haneth blinked, her white lashes catching the sharp gleam of firelight so close at hand. "Thank you....but will you not speak with my Lord and Lady again? I am not a fit emissary, to deliver your message to them."
Anrandir takes a step, beginning to move away. He examines her face more closely now, replying softly, “No doubt—I will speak to them again. But now? What is their left to say?”
Anrandir there*
Haneth felt the deft intrusion of his gaze on her features. There was more reason than road dust that had urged her to wear cloth stretched across her lower features, in the fashion of the northfolk. Though she wondered if they had ever felt such shame as she. "I suppose, nothing." Her head did not lift again from its nod. "Thank you, for your gift to my Lady, and for the gift of aid +
Haneth -if we pursue my siter's captors. If my Lord wishes, I will send his word to you. Though, I do not know where..."
Anrandir speaks, “Give the message to one of the bar-keeps at the Combe and Wattle inn… in Combe, near Bree-town. Tell them to deliver the message to Jackluf. They’ll take it from there.” He adds, “Your welcome.” The first trace of a smile twitches across his visage as he begins to walk away since he had arrived, however unknown to Haneth.
Haneth kept her place, allowing the man to depart, still motionless after he had done so. Her face lifted toward the caravan of her companion, talking still, and moving about their lives, though another had been taken from their ranks. The huntress lingered, watching them with more solemnity than did the rest outside their camp, then turned toward the Trestlespan, to join the river, +
Haneth -and watch the cranes at ease in the river thrush.
Anrandir would then make his way to his horse.
Speradan removed his hood and mask.The rangers face was worn from his travels,dirt and grim covered his face. "I may have heard of you owning the Wattle now...I'll have my eyes and ears there show themselves to you." He let out a sigh. "It hard to come by Edain who will remain loyal...even to their own blood."
Anrandir ‘s horse catches the faint sound of footsteps heading towards him, and turns, watching Anrandir approach it. He mounts the horse, and begins to ride away…
Darrla nodded. "I agree...." She smiled upon seeing his face. "Looks like I'm not the only one who hasn't had much rest." She let out a low sigh. "So...I suppose I should tie all this together." She took in a deep sip of breath. "As I said, I once trusted Holliwen as one of my own.....who was once family. However, I recently saw her and Malrex buddying up...." She shook her head.
Xandrin tickles Bethyn
Anrandir can be seen steadily heading towards Trestlebridge at a steady gallop, a set, determined look upon his face. As he nears the gate, a few syllables are muttered, and the horse slows to a trot, breathing heavily, foam-flecked at its mouth. There is a velvet-wrapped object slung across his back, tightly bound, with which he instinctively touches as he slides off the horse, looking
Anrandir looking about, taking in his surroundings as he does so. After speaking quietly to the horse again, he heads towards the gate, his gait brisk and controlled.
Elanwen 's eyes narrow as she watches the lone man approaching the town gate, but continues to move cautiously forward.
Anrandir would nod to the guards sternly, who in turn eye him in a serious businesslike manner, returning the nod.
Anrandir would take a few cautious steps into the town, looking ahead.
Elanwen stops to speak qith the guard. "I am Ladyh Elanwen. Lord Thorvall sent me word that we have access to the town. The promised supplies are in a cart following behind."
Anrandir turns, and would have listened intently to the women’s words, picking out the few important ones: ‘’Thorvall, Elanwen.’’ He turns, silently eyeing the cart, glancing once or twice at the women upon the white steed.
Elanwen ~ The guard gives a brisk nod and stands aside, and Elan gently urges the tired mare forward, eyes still on the man at the gate.
Anrandir calls out, grim-set features peering towards the women. “Excuse me, Miss, are you in fact Lady Elanwen?” His eyes project a hopeful curiosity.
Elanwen straightens in her saddle, suddenly very alert. "I am. And who might you be?"
Anrandir nods carefully, stepping forwards as he does so. He exclaims, “I am Arandorm, sent to seek out Thorvall and his good wife.”
Elanwen nods. "You've found half of us. Why are you seeking us out?"
Anrandir speaks, “Word has reached whoever sent me, of the tragic loss suffered by you and your husband.” He pauses, bowing his head respectively, and continues, “I’ve been sent to offer my deepest condolences on the behalf of this person. Could we talk, elsewhere?”
Elanwen looks down at the man, deeply puzzled. Our loss?" She looks around. "Where would you like to speak?"
Haneth |Clopping slowed as the horse canterred towards the wall, his rider easing back on the reins in her grip. The eyes above the dusted mask widened at sight of white horse and blue rider. "My Lady..." she called in surprise, slowing her horse to approach the Oathsworn and her hooded companion.
Anrandir opens his mouth, mentally stuttering in a moment of slight hesitation, but he regains his thought and carefully says, “I do not frequent this area much, perhaps it’d be best if you chose—“ He looks at the newcomer, nodding respectively, and saying, “—Good day.”
Elanwen slides from her saddle and turns. "Haneth...I 've just arrived. This man has come to seek Thorvall and me. Will you join us?"
Haneth nodded at behest of her commander's wife. She swung her leg and lowered herself from the stirrup, the motion slow. Three weeks' riding and nights recumbent on dirt and stone had not been kind to the woman's muscles, meager now, compared to before.
Anrandir makes no comment, looking to Elanwen to lead the way.
Elanwen gives a sharp nod. "Behind the stables then."
Liannsia waves to Haneth.
Haneth does a flip!
Elanwen stops, and looks around. "This should be well out of earshot. Now, what is it you've come to us for?"
Haneth paused to tie Dryfan to the post, then hurried to reach her Lady and the man. As she neared them, she pulled on her mask, the only hint of trained manners.
Anrandir slowly, and diplomatically begins to state, “Well, your loss may have come as a shock…” He pauses. If someone were to interject, this would be the best time.
Elanwen shakes her head. "Loss? What loss?" She turns to Haneth. "Is Thorvall well?"
Anrandir looks to Haneth.
Haneth |The huntress blanched, her freckles paling. Her gaze trembled as it flicked to the man, then her Lady again. "He is...well. It is...my Lady, they have not told you."
Elanwen frowns. "No. No one has. I only just arrived. What happened?"
Anrandir bows his head slightly, his eyes concealed under the folds of the hood. All that would remain to be seen was a grim tight-set mouth, which would offer no help in Haneth’s explanation.
Haneth 's gaze fell as a sickliness tinged her features. Her lips parted, but the words she wished never to speak again were ashamed to be released, and stalled. "My Lady..." Her chest tightened, her insides twisting. "Svanlaug is dead."
Elanwen sucks in a deep breath as all color drains from her face. She bows her head a moment and speaks in a voice barely above a whisper. "Svan." After a moment she raises her head and squares her shoulders, still pale, but in command, turning to Anrandir. "And what do you have to do with this?"
Anrandir silently clasps his hands together, holding them in front of his lower stomach. His head rises slightly, revealing two sorrowful eyes peering towards Elanwen. His voice, sorrowful as well, speaks sullenly, “My lady, I’ve come bearing a gift on the behalf of ‘’An Old Friend’’ who no doubt partly shares the sorrow and grief you feel…” He adds, “I can’t imagine… If I had known you
Anrandir … If I had known you had not previously known the news… I would not have brashly rushed it upon you so…” He reaches a hand behind his back and pats the velvet-clad object, and shakes his head as he speaks, “This gift I brought, in hope of deterring the horrible loss of hope and sadness that comes along with a happening such as this… It all seems foolish now.”
Elanwen 's eyes narrow in suspicion. What "old friend"? Who is this from?"
Anrandir quietly states, “The friend wished to not be named. And, If it’s of any comfort…” He reaches, and after some untying, would produce the velvet-clad object. “…The friend has acquired this at great expense, and wishes it to be yours.” He holds the object horizontally on two outstretched palms, and it has the looks of a sword.
Haneth 's look raised at the tone of Elanwen's voice, the strength in it. She looked at the man, inspired to uneasiness by the hesitation of her Lady.
Elanwen reaches out slowly with both palms facing skyward. "I do not trust anonymous gifts."
Anrandir nods, replying, “As I am sure any wise man or women would say in your position. I can almost understand… but not to the extent of what you feel.” He pauses, “Take it, do what you would with it, just know that it is sent in the hopes it provides comfort in this time of sorrow.” – The sword, when revealed, is of superb quality steel, inlaid with emerald gems at the hilt. Nothing
Anrandir Nothing too spectacular, but of a sturdy and tough quality.
Elanwen eyes the sword and takes it with a cloth wrapped around the hilt. "You would be surprised at how dangerous it can be to accept a gift from an unknown donor. But it is a beauty and does look good."
Anrandir nods again, in agreement with the speaker.
Elanwen holds the sword, testing the balance. "And you will not say who the friend is? Not even a hint?"
Anrandir shakes his head, responding apologetically, “I truly am sorry, My Lady, but it is of the wishes of the sender that they not be revealed. Maybe, in time, though.”
Haneth shifted, her gaze flitting to Elanwen, then back to the man. Slowly, she found voice. "But...who are you? This news has newly come to us, even. Are you from Trestlebridge?"
Anrandir looks to Haneth. “I am but an emissary of the sender, sent to offer condolences on the behalf of him or her. My knowledge is limited as to the plans of the friend; neither do I know her source of information. I apologize for my inability to answer your question.”
Elanwen listens though she seems to still be examining the sword, still holding it with the cloth.
Haneth nodded, though she watched the man, face tilted in half apology. She held her tongue.
Elanwen finally looks up from the sword. "Give your mysterious employer my thanks. But I would wish to meet face to face soon to convey those thanks in person."
Anrandir peers at Haneth for a split second as he turns. Perhaps he would have the chance to speak to her later.
Anrandir turns to Elanwen. “An understandable request, I will make it known to sender.” He pauses, “I need to make my preparations for the journey back south… maybe…” He looks to Haneth, “Perhaps you could show me to the nearest general goods store?”
Elanwen tilts her head. "I believe it is across the road from the stable. It has been some time since I've been here."
Anrandir asks, "Stable? Road? I apologize, I am not familiar with this stretch of land, nor am I good with directions, so to speak."
Elanwen nods. "If you will follow me, then I can show you."
Haneth 's gaze wavered back to her Lady, relenting to her command as she stepped aside, allowing them to pass before her, and herself to follow.
Elanwen pauses in front of Haneth. "When we get a chance, when things settle a bit, I'd like to speak with you."
Anrandir quickly states, “Really… I wouldn’t want to add to your already troublesome burden… but if you insist, then by all means, lead the way.”
Haneth nodded, her limbs suddenly still, her features tense with the gaze of her Lady o close. "Of course." She waited for the man to pass, avoiding him now, as she could rise her eyes nowehere past the tufts of grass before her.
Elanwen gestures to the buildling. "Here is where you should be able to find most things." ((I'm taking a wild guess.))
Anrandir nods thankfully to Elanwen. “My thanks go to you, Miss.” As he passes them both, his eyes shift to Haneth, flicking to the building as he proceeds towards it: An obvious hint, however subtle enough as to make it only known to Haneth.
Elanwen bows her head. "I need to see to my son and find my husband, if you will excuse me."
Anrandir turns, just as he is about to enter the store.
Haneth lifted her head as the woman took her departure to nod her understanding. Some fortune it was that she caught the man's quick gesture. Her lip retreated between her teeth, the pink turning white as her feet led her foreward, her gaze flickering behind at the town drenched in soot and clouded sun.
Anrandir would step forward until he is a within easy speaking distance of Haneth. “If we were under better circumstances, perhaps I would have asked the most unfortunate lady a few questions, that concern rather pressing matters… but unfortunately I wouldn’t want to tactlessly barge into her distraught emotional state with seemingly useless questions… which is why I came to you.
Haneth |The woman tensed at his approach, but made no move to retreat. Her gaze steady, as a rabbit's that caught sound of passing foot fall. The lip she had pinched between her whites flushed pink again when released. "What...can I help you with...."
Anrandir cautiously continues, in an event tone, “Not only does my employer send their condolences, but perhaps their aid--Which would be very helpful, if I might add… my employer has powerful recourses--if need be, in tracking down the killer of Svanlaug.”
Anrandir even*
Haneth 's eyes wandered obediently along the open road towards the Oathsworn at camp, the ring of caravans and tents, fair-haired folk at work, keeping to themselves. "I don't think...I couldn't speak for my company. You should talk to Lady Elanwen. She would know better..."
Anrandir nods understandingly, “Which I what I initially thought as well—But, I’m afraid I wouldn’t want to press her with such matters after she lost someone she held dear. Maybe she would have spoken and answered clear-mindedly, but I did not want to take the chance in receiving clouded answers affected by her distraught emotional state.”
You say, 'I just have a few simply questions.'
You say, 'simple*'
Haneth nodded, unconvinced of the strength of her own emotional state, but without the clarity to deny his request. "I will answer as I can, but...you should talk to her. Really, my Lady is not...fragile."
Anrandir asks, “Do you know who the killer was?”
Haneth shook her head, her voice an ache above a whisper. "No. I found her body. Three weeks I searched for her. There was nothing to...no. I don't know."
Anrandir nods. "And no one has any clues as to who the killer is?"
Anrandir adds, "Nothing was left on the body, nothing around the scene, no trail?"
Haneth 's voice steadied, though it softened when beset with questions. "No. If there was, I would have followed it."
Anrandir asks, "One more question. Would anyone want to do this to her?"
Haneth |Eyes of fern glanced across the barren scape of road and broken home. The Watchers leered, the nearest onces watching the women of the Oathsworn at work, chuckling at their own jest, too far to hear. "One must have. But her body... wolves had reached her before me. I do not know if she perished from the wilds, or if she was slain."
Anrandir adds, “Most unfortunate.” A lapse of silence passes as he contemplates the conversation he had been in, and he breaks it, saying, “Haneth, as you are called, my deepest condolences go to you in your loss. Also, thank you for your time. I will be heading… off, now. Good day.”
Haneth blinked, her white lashes catching the sharp gleam of firelight so close at hand. "Thank you....but will you not speak with my Lord and Lady again? I am not a fit emissary, to deliver your message to them."
Anrandir takes a step, beginning to move away. He examines her face more closely now, replying softly, “No doubt—I will speak to them again. But now? What is their left to say?”
Anrandir there*
Haneth felt the deft intrusion of his gaze on her features. There was more reason than road dust that had urged her to wear cloth stretched across her lower features, in the fashion of the northfolk. Though she wondered if they had ever felt such shame as she. "I suppose, nothing." Her head did not lift again from its nod. "Thank you, for your gift to my Lady, and for the gift of aid +
Haneth -if we pursue my siter's captors. If my Lord wishes, I will send his word to you. Though, I do not know where..."
Anrandir speaks, “Give the message to one of the bar-keeps at the Combe and Wattle inn… in Combe, near Bree-town. Tell them to deliver the message to Jackluf. They’ll take it from there.” He adds, “Your welcome.” The first trace of a smile twitches across his visage as he begins to walk away since he had arrived, however unknown to Haneth.
Haneth kept her place, allowing the man to depart, still motionless after he had done so. Her face lifted toward the caravan of her companion, talking still, and moving about their lives, though another had been taken from their ranks. The huntress lingered, watching them with more solemnity than did the rest outside their camp, then turned toward the Trestlespan, to join the river, +
Haneth -and watch the cranes at ease in the river thrush.
Anrandir would then make his way to his horse.
Speradan removed his hood and mask.The rangers face was worn from his travels,dirt and grim covered his face. "I may have heard of you owning the Wattle now...I'll have my eyes and ears there show themselves to you." He let out a sigh. "It hard to come by Edain who will remain loyal...even to their own blood."
Anrandir ‘s horse catches the faint sound of footsteps heading towards him, and turns, watching Anrandir approach it. He mounts the horse, and begins to ride away…
Darrla nodded. "I agree...." She smiled upon seeing his face. "Looks like I'm not the only one who hasn't had much rest." She let out a low sigh. "So...I suppose I should tie all this together." She took in a deep sip of breath. "As I said, I once trusted Holliwen as one of my own.....who was once family. However, I recently saw her and Malrex buddying up...." She shook her head.
Xandrin tickles Bethyn
