Session Ninety-Nine - February 23, 2013

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Session Ninety-Nine - February 23, 2013

Postby Matt » Wed Apr 17, 2013 11:17 pm

Larane 4, 732

The owner of the Elf & Dwarf stormed into the tavern, pumped his fist in the air, and shouted “It is I, the newly landed Sir Baris! A round on the house!”

“Up Sir Baris!” shouted the house.

Sir Baris located his retainer, who was enjoying one of Amelia’s fresh scones. “Tora, I have land!”

“Congratulations! May it be only the first.”

“I hadn’t thought of that. I can get more! What a wonderful idea! But I don’t know anything about running land. Tora, do you know anything about running land? All I know is that first you plow, and after you plow, food happens. The peasants are always out doing something to the land.” Sir Baris looked confused.

“Well, Sir Baris, I am a farm girl. I do know the basics. Like where the food comes out of.”

“So you know what to tell people to do?”

“In my experience, they already know what do. The key is to make sure the lord gets his.”

“Yes, definitely. That is important. Because I owe Ewen a lot of money. I did the math. About 9600d.”

“Well, that’s an average feudal payment. You should be able to do it easily.”

“Oh. OK. So, Tora, you’re a farm girl, and you were in the Order. I trust you in battle, and I trust your judgment. I’m not really good with all this social stuff, as you know. Would you be my bailiff?”

“That would be improper. A bailiff must be a knight.”

“Oh.”

“I could be a steward, though.”

“In that case: Tora, would you be my steward?”

“Would I still be eligible for military service?”

“I don’t see why not. In fact, I think you would have to.”

“Then I agree. It would be an honor.”

Sir Baris reviewed his new property with Tora. Selepan consisted of 14 households, mainly peasants, on 920 acres. There was an inn, a smith, and a woodcrafter. In 731 the gross income had been 30,912d, for a net income of 3878d or about £15. Plum brandy was made on the estate, a major source of revenue. There was also income from flax. The manor lacked a mill.

Quite a bit to work with for a poor knight. The two made plans for some time, entranced by the new possibilities before them. Baris had to make hard decisions regarding the two men-at-arms, who had incompetently allowed their lord’s child to be hurled from a tower. Perhaps Smoak, Tynder and Flynt could be hired in their place, at 576d a year each. Eventually they decided to keep the two as well and give them another chance. Tora noted the lack of hounds, and wondered if it could rectified. Sir Baris considered a mews instead. They speculated happily on the stroll back to Raven Hall, where grim news awaited them.

“An assassin has been commissioned to kill me,” Sir Ewen announced, a thing no one was particularly surprised, yet no less displeased, to hear. He briefly outlined the situation regarding the Herth-Akan, and immediately the party fell to discussion. Was there a connection between this and the attack at Sir Danyes’s house? Should the Baron of Kolorn be confronted? Or was this a waste of time when the hours of the Herth-Akan dwindled? Was Lord Vemion still in the city, and could he be behind this? What of Lady Bresyn Risai and the Melderyn angle? They were thick in thought when Cekiya returned.

“Last night I made rounds and inquiries, and I – Ewen, you have to visit Halime. I went and spoke with a fellow, and Longhals is not staying in the Hive. He’s recently come from Minarsas and made his way into town from there. Sometimes he’s a harper, and can often be found around town playing. He’s been underground, and the middleman on the deal was Halime.”

“Is anyone broken?” Ewen asked.

“I did need to find Halime’s room, so his bodyguard is broken. He can be fixed. Touching bad. He told me who hired Longhals: Danyes. The other interesting part is that Longhals was hired some twenty hours prior to the invitation you received to dinner, the morning of 3rd. I don’t know why they did that. Also: the men he hired to kill you were Kolorn’s people.”

“Cekiya, how did you get this info out of Halime?” asked Baris.

Cekiya cocked her head at the newly landed knight. “Naturally, he would like some payment.”

“It will not be me,” said Kaelyn.

“He needs Sir Ewen to come to visit him at his place, the Spurs. He’s going to ask for something,” Cekiya concluded.

“I don’t know why I should be giving him recompense, seeing as how he arranged for my death and all,” grumbled Ewen.

“After our conversation, I climbed the wall and watched for my opponent,” continued Cekiya. “I’m expecting a message at the Elf & Dwarf by lunchtime.”

“Do you know anything else about him?” said Ewen.

“Well, he likes high places. He’s a tree-dweller. He rarely goes to the Hive, because of the chief deacon, she and he hate each other. Once, in a Herth-Akan, he was pursued by seven of the temple members, and finished off four of them in the process. The other three killed themselves in atonement. Then he went out and then completed the failed assassination that caused the problem.”

Sir Aeomund, completely confused, cleaned his fingernails with a knife. He had been advised that when things got strange around Sir Ewen, the best course of action was simply to keep silent, and he was more than happy to follow that advice.

Cekiya gazed out the window at a distant, unoccupied tree. “I suspect he knows where I am. He can elude me, or engage me.”

“Do you have any suggestions?” Sir Baris asked.

“Feel free to look for him,” Cekiya said with a shrug.

“Cekiya, I want to get an image of Longhal’s face from your mind,” said Sir Ewen. “May touch you?”

Cekiya considered the request a moment, and then pointed to her shoulder, and closed her eyes hard. Sir Ewen put his hand on her shoulder, with as little weight as would suffice for the spell.

“Concentrate on his face,” he said.

Her mind was like a pot of moldy blackberry jam, or a stable yard after two weeks of hard rain. Sir Ewen tried to move around the mental space, but even his power could find nothing. He removed himself. Cekiya gave the party a brief description, the best they could get: slight, about five feet six inches, about five to ten years older than she was. Longhals’ most predominant feature was his long neck, a difficult thing to disguise.

“Look for sandals,” Cekiya said. “They’re better for sneaking and climbing. Watch for someone who shouldn’t be wearing sandals, but is.”

“What method will he use?” Sir Ewen asked. “You said he preferred close work with a dagger. Might he try an arrow or poison?”

“He wouldn’t poison food. He’d want the fatal blow to be by his hand. He might poison a dagger, or a throwing knife, or blowgun dart. But a poisoned dagger is his favorite.”

“Is he a talker or silent?”

“He’s a harper, he likes to sing.”

“What did he mean by ‘I thought it would come to this when we were adranatha’?”

“He wanted to be on top.” She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Kaelyn volunteered to go to the College of Heralds to give notification of Sir Baris’s new status. Ewen agreed, and made out the proper document. Rolloch detailed a man to accompany her, but she still spent the entire way to College nervously looking over her shoulder. When she arrived, Sir Rohn was leaving.

“Sir Rohn, I have a document I need to file on behalf of Sir Ewen and Sir Baris.”

Rohn stopped, turned, considered, and went back inside with her. “I can always eat lunch. I wouldn’t want to miss anything associated with Sirs Ewen and Baris. What is this in regards to?”

“The manor of Selepan.”

They returned to Rohn’s chamber, and he called to an apprentice herald to take her cloak. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“No, thank you”

“And how is Sir Ewen? I haven’t seen him for days.”

“We’re fine. We just returned from Olokand.”

“So I heard. Did he find any fathers there?”

“I’m afraid not. He’s got plenty.”

The apprentice returned with armloads of scrolls and book. Rohn looked through the mass, selected a few, and left the apprentice standing under the rest.

“You said Selepan? Subinfeudated to Inbernel, held by Sir Ewen from the King.”

“The knight who held it has come to a tragic and untimely demise, both him and his infant son,” said Kaelyn.

“And were Sir Ewen or Sir Baris in the vicinity?’

“No.”

“Any of their proxies?”

“No, we were nowhere around.”

“I see. And what did happen?”

“Sir Herrill Lavalgan, the lord of Selepan, had one infant son, his pride and heir – but the nursemaid had other plans. She took the babe to the watch tower of the manorhouse, and hurled her charge and herself to the cold ground below. The horrible ending of his son did brood upon Sir Herrill’s brain, until he decided on action. Dismissing the watchmen, he took a rope up that selfsame tower, fashioned a noose, and hanged himself, his corpse silhouetted against the sky for the whole countryside to look up and weep for the tragedy of men’s lives.”

Rohn sighed. “Don’t put me on, Mistress Kaelyn. It sounds like one of those sordid love poems.”

“The messenger who brought us this news is still at Raven Hall.”

“I’ll take your word for it for now. So I take it then Selepan has escheated to Sir Ewen and he has …”

“Granted it to Sir Baris.”

“I might have known. The document seems to be in order. This one has the added virtue of not raising more questions than it answers. We shall enter it in the registry and it will be confirmed as soon as we can investigate the story. If you like, I can have someone bring appropriate documentation.”

“Very good”

“You know, I think I much prefer dealing with you, Mistress Kaelyn. It’s tidier. And I still have time for lunch.”


Sir Ewen went into a trance and attempted to clairvoy Sir Danyes. He received a silent vision of the knight pacing back and forth in a long, narrow wooden room, amidst piles of what looked like hay. This was not a stable; there were no stalls. Ewen could see no windows, but there was a closed door at the far end. The ceiling was peaked and had a slate roof. The place was lit by a single torch. Danyes wore the same clothes from the night before, but without his sword and dagger.

Ewen switched to Halime. In this instance he could find nothing, and gave himself a headache in the process. He broke the trance and settled into sleep.

Cekiya, Sir Baris, and Sir Aeomund began the hunt by visiting the Elf & Dwarf. Along the way, Sir Aeomund kept a careful eye on the treetops. It occurred to him that it would be a better idea to find the highest possible spot in the city, and began to plan how he might do that. When they arrived, Cekiya gave a description of Longhals to Kittiara, and the huntress set out after her quarry.

Gathric came to the bar. “Sir Baris!”

“Let’s have a round for my friends, Gathric.”

Cekiya asked “Do you have a message waiting for me?”

“And you are …?”

“Cekiya.”

“A message was left for ‘D.C.’”

“That’s me.”

“I guess that’s what it says. I don’t read.” He handed over the folded parchment. The note said only that Longhals appeared in the temple yesterday. He spoke to Escalus briefly and then left hurriedly.

Reading between the lines, Cekiya knew that Escalus would not be the person to give Longhals the answer to the question he would be asking. For permission, he would have to talk to the high priest or the chief deacon. So that indicates he didn’t get the answer he wanted, which resulted in the Herth-akan. He must have found the Garana somewhere, sniffing about like a weasel. The Garana spends most of his time outside the temple. Could she find him?


Sir Aeomund thought of the highest place in the city he could get to. The walls? That might lead to some sticky questions. The guards on the battlements would want to know why he wished to inspect – Aha! That was it! Excuse in hand, he went straight to the castle. At the gate the guardsmen took his weapon and permitted him entry. He was escorted to an empty room in the South Tower and left there with the words “You may wait here, Sir Aeomund. Word will be sent when Sir Haldara can see you.

Sir Aeomund passed the time in meditation on the duty of a knight.

Sir Baris and Tora retired to the Common, where they passed the time practicing their martial skills.

Kaelyn went to the roof of Raven Hall to scan for the assassin, but the day had become rainy, and her trip was for naught. On the way back in the window, she slipped and fell onto Lady Peresta’s roof. Sore and embarrassed, she crawled back into Raven Hall.

After an hour, a man-at-arms came to Sir Aeomund and said “Sir Haldara regrets his press of business makes it impossible for him to see you. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Yes, thank you. Within my travels, I’ve studied fortifications, here and abroad. I would like permission from the constable to study the walls of the city while here in Tashal, particularly the walls and other parts.”

“A perfectly reasonable request. Let me place it quickly before the constable and if he approves, I’ll bring the warrant.”

The forms appeared and Sir Aeomund scribbled in his information. The warrant allowed him access to the curtain walls of the city during daylight hours for the next two days. Sir Aeomund thanked the man-at-arms and left for his mother’s house to borrow her telescope. That was unsuccessful, but she was willing to give him a traveling one. “What kind of surety can you give for it?” she asked at first, but then gave in. Sir Aeomund returned to Raven Hall.

By the time he made it back, it was 6:00. A knife’s edge of daylight remained in the west. Sir Baris and Tora also returned, and Sir Ewen came groggily to his feet. In frustration, the group discussed how to draw out the assassin. Could Cekiya be used as bait? Could the urchins be used to find Longhals?

A plan was formulated: Cekiya would stroll the city that evening, and the rest of the group would stake out her path. She would start at the Elf & Dwarf and continue around Tashal. Sir Baris and Tora would wait at the Elf & Dwarf. Kaelyn would be in Haldan Square with Uldis. Sir Ewen and Sir Aeomund would linger by the Ternua Gate.

The clouds broke in the early evening, revealing a crescent moon above the city. Cekiya skulked back and forth along her predetermined path, carefully avoiding the eyes of her companions in the crowds.

“You’re not paying attention,” she whispered to Kaelyn in an unguarded moment.

Cekiya repeated the route, once, twice, without result. Tora nervously glanced out the door of the Elf & Dwarf. Sir Ewen and Sir Aeomund tried to ignore the action at the Spurs, action they could not join.

No one saw a trace of Longhals.
Cekiya continued to make her circuit, stopping for an apple now and then.

Disgusted at the lack of success, Sir Ewen left Sir Aeomund to watch and went inside to see Halime. The Spurs came to a halt when he entered; all eyes swung to him. When he took a seat, those nearest to him moved away.

“What’s your poison?” asked the wench.

“A brandy, and tell Halime I’m here.”

“Why yes, my lord,” she said with an exaggerated curtsey, and left. What she brought back was not brandy, but as close as could be found in the cellars of the Spurs. Ewen tried not to grimace as he drank it. Eventually Halime appeared, drew himself a long mug of ale, and sat down next to him.

“Sir Ewen, I am honored that you would once again grace my establishment with your presence.”

“I doubt you get too many excitements on this level, Halime.”

“I didn’t expect to see you so soon.”

“It was convenient. I expect I’ll be busy, fending off this guy you brokered to kill me.”

“Now I didn’t know about that. I was asked to provide a service.”

“Doing your homework is good business. Why did you want to see me?”

“That’s a different matter entirely. You’ve heard there were some problems with Silver Caravan?”

As Halime talked, Ewen carefully read him for the tell-tale stains of falsehood.

“I have it on some authority that talks are taking place to remedy this situation,” the crimelord said.

“I see.”

“I have made certain capital investments, but here’s the problem. I’m hearing that people such as myself may have some trouble working in the levels of society necessary to redeem these investments.

It occurred to me that someone of your standing in the community, of the spotless immaculate reputation, might have more luck.”

“Well, Halime, judging by the number of people who want me dead, I’m not sure your judgment is sound.”

“I’m not concerned about your death. You’ve got two more days. As I say, it’s important that we both understand each other. I understand you will not be doing anything out of the goodness of your heart.”

“I was wondering what was in this for me.”

“Here’s what I was thinking. A ten percent finder’s fee could be yours.”

“Halime, I don’t do business for anything less than twenty-five.

“Twenty-five! I don’t give my lieutenants twenty-five!”

“I don’t work for you, and the alternative is nothing.”

“I think your point is worth another nickel. How about fifteen?”

“I don’t have time for this small beer. If you don’t have anything else to offer, I’m going home.”

“All right! Twenty percent. But it’s not small beer.”

“What are we discussing, then?”

“I have grain paper with a nominal value of over 19000d. Your share, based on what I’m hearing, would be about 12, maybe 13 pounds.”

“I get £16 by my reckoning.”

“That’s at full value. That’s not going to happen.”

“OK. So what do you need me to do?”

“I need you to put in a good word with your man of business, get him to accept the paper. For some reason, he’s reluctant to do business with me. He can handle all the monies. I’ll trust him to disperse them fairly.”

“How long have you had this paper, Halime?”

“Almost a week.”

“You’re wanting me to fence those papers to Pesera.”

“The word ‘fence’ implies I have obtained them illegitimately, which isn’t true. I purchased them with fair coin from their owners.”

“Well, that should help Pesera sleep more easily at night. Since you’ve been such a good friend since I’ve come to Kaldor, overlooking the little thing about the assassin, I’ll see what I can do.”

“Excellent. On the subject of the would-be assassin, I may have a little more information that I had this morning.”

“I’d like to hear whatever you have.”

“We do have a deal on the grain paper, yes?”

“Yes.”

“I sent out a few of my associates, fine guildsmen all, to see what they could see. It turns out that a certain knife was seen at the Coin and Broom, just this afternoon.”

“That is helpful.”

“I don’t know if he’s still there, or if he’s staying there, just that he was there.”

“Indeed. Any other updates you can pass on would be greatly appreciated.”

“I understand, Sir Ewen. Your brandy, by the way, is on the house.”

Sir Ewen nodded and knocked it back. Halime rose and sauntered from the common room, and Sir Ewen did likewise. The patrons of the Spurs observed his leaving without looking at him.

Sir Ewen rejoined Sir Aeomund and whispered “The target was seen at the Coin & Broom this afternoon. We may want to let Cekiya know.” On the adder’s next pass, they shared the information, and Cekiya left her rounds and headed straight for the Coin & Broom. Sir Aeomund went the same way, but by a different path. Everyone else went back to Raven Hall.

In the vicinity of Mangai Square, a voice said “Aeomund Sir?”

“Yes?”

“What brings you out at night?”

“We have a lead.”

“Do you wish me to come?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll attend with.”

And Kittiara matched his stride. She had been at the fair the entire day, and seen no one matching the description of Longhals. They entered the Coin & Broom and took up different points in the common room. There was no one matching Longhals’s description here, either. Sir Aeomund recognized a man near him, Sir Harant Martaryne.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Sir Aeomund Legith!”

“Good day, sir!”

“Make some room! We got a lot of merchants in town, as you can see!”

They made small talk. Sir Aeomund knew that if the assassin appeared, Kittiara would spot him.

Cekiya entered, and quickly ascertained that Sir Aeomund and Kittiara were there and Longhals was not. The proprietor, an acquaintance of hers, was drawing drinks. She approached him and ordered an ale.

“I’m looking for a harper friend of mine. He’s kinda funny looking, with a long neck.”

“I’m not interested in the girlfriends of my entertainment.”

“I’m not that kind of friend.”

“That’s what they all say. Does he owe you money?”

“Actually, I did a favor for him, and was coming here to give him information.”

“Like this concerns me at all.”

“To be honest, he tends to be a bit scattered.”

“That’s what you all think innkeepers are for, to give you information on these little quests of yours. I suppose to need to find him so you can go to a mountain somewhere.”

“A simple yes or no will do.”

“I got a lotta harpers that work here. I don’t even know who you’re talking about.”

“He was in here today.”

“Yeah, we had a lotta harpers here. What that got to do with me?”

She gave him four pence.

“I’ve got some customers to serve.”

“Really? A shilling isn’t enough?” she said, adding some more coins. His hand managed to encompass all twelve pennies at once.

“Well, like I say, there were several harpers here this afternoon. Can you give me more info?”

Cekiya gave him the description she had recited so many times that day.

“Yes, he was in here.”

“Was he looking for work or just hanging out?”

“He wasn’t looking for work, that’s the funny thing. He’s worked here before, and I asked if he wanted more custom and he said no.”

“Was he meeting someone?”

“Not that I saw. I didn’t pay him much attention.”

“So he’s not staying here?”

“No, but he has in the past. Say, what’s your friend’s name again?”

“I often call him Longhals, because of his neck.”

“That’s not what I call him. I call him ‘Albin.’”

“Did he say he would be by again?”

“He didn’t. He did say he had another job to do.”

“Was this job at another inn?”

“I didn’t get the impression that it involved music. But before he left, he had an ale with this guy I never saw before. Seedy looking fellow, but think he had a blade on him. Kinda like,” and he pointed at Sir Aeomund, “that guy over there. Average height. Fairly well dressed. Kinda odd if you ask me.”

“Longish hair, beard?”

“No beard, but his hair was kinda long, stringy.”

That to Cekiya sounded like Kerl, the sinister servant at Danyes’s house. He might still be at Danyes’s house! Without losing a moment save to inform Aeomund, Cekiya ran there. She scaled the walls and began to scan for either Kerl or Longhals. She saw nothing, in trees or on the ground.

Sir Aeomund sent Kittiara back to Raven Hall to muster the group, then went directly to Aidrik Street to wait for them. As Cekiya crept around the place, Sir Aeomund, Ewen, Baris, Kaelyn and Tora tried to enter by the front gate, only to find it locked. Sir Baris lowered his shoulder and the gate gave way. They dashed inside.

A stench erupted from the house. All the corpses from the previous evening’s fight still lay in the main room, swelling now, occasionally giving out groans of escaping gas. Covering their faces as best they could against the smell, the party fanned out to search the place. Sir Baris and Sir Aeomund ran upstairs. Sir Ewen moved to the study to check the secret passage.

Tora and Kittiara took the kitchen. They found a lone man, sleeping on a pallet near the hearth. Tora shook him awake.

“Is there anyone else here?”

“It’s you again?”

“Is there anyone else here?”

“Upstairs.”

“Who’s upstairs?”

“Kerl!”

Sir Ewen entered the study to find all in order, the rug in place. No one was here. He checked the rug and opened the trap door. The passageway showed no signs of recent use. When he re-entered the common room, he noticed the bodies had been shifted slightly, to make a useable path through the charnel mess.

Upstairs, Sirs Baris and Aeomund found the first two rooms unlocked and empty. The third door was locked.

“Give me some room!” Sir Baris bashed yet another door. Inside, a figure on a double bed started from sleep.

“Wakey wakey, Sir Creepsalot,” said Sir Aeomund. It was Kerl.

“You want this to go hard or you want this to go easy?” said Sir Aeomund.

“I’ll take the easy way,” said Kerl.

“Where’s the harper?”

“The harper?”

“The dude with the long neck.”

“I don’t know. I meet him at the Coin & Broom.”

They hauled Kerl downstairs. “My lord, I found him!” yelled Sir Aeomund.

“Very good, Sir Aeomund. Bring him to me,” said Sir Ewen.

Sir Baris and Sir Aeomund brought the scoundrel forward and forced him to kneel before Sir Ewen.

“Where is your lord, Sir Danyes Bernan?” said Sir Ewen.

“I know not. I thought he would be here.”

Sir Ewen reached out and tilted Kerl’s face by his chin, entering his mind. It felt like a mouthful of live centipedes. Kerl had intimate knowledge of his master’s diseased entertainments, and his one regret at the memories was that things hadn’t gone further. Focusing on the matter at hand in order to be able to get out of Kerl’s head, Ewen verified that Kerl had no idea where Sir Danyes was, although he had some suspicions: either Danyes had been caught by one of the various parties he had been defrauding, or had fled Tashal. Ewen could see Kerl thought the latter more probable.

Kerl’s mind was an illustrated guide to Sir Danyes’s crimes: dabbling with the Lia-Kavair and illegal drugs, mostly grown in and around Kyg. Danyes funneled the drugs to the Lia-Kavair for sale. Despite this profitable industry, he was heavily in debt; he enjoyed gambling, but wasn’t very good at it. Halime was deep in his pocket, but he was careful not to involve the Earl of Balim in his sins, preferring to remit his feudal payment and be done with it. The Earl appreciated the steadiness of his vassal’s cash flow, but if he were to learn of Sir Danyes’s activities, he would come down on the man like an anvil.

Sir Ewen probed for information regarding the previous night’s attempt on his life. Kerl knew about the attack, but not whose men were coming, or that the target was Sir Ewen. He did not know of any connection between the new Baron of Kolorn and Danyes. His master had only informed him that the situation would get hairy and that they would flee together through the secret door in the wall. The last time he had seen Sir Danyes, the knight said he had business, and instructed Kerl to lie low and return later that night. If he didn’t show up, Kerl was supposed to meet with Longhals that afternoon. Kerl did not see the connection between meeting Longhals and killing Sir Ewen until that day.

Now Sir Ewen could now see the face of Longhals, speaking to Kerl in an eerie voice. “Tell your master that everything is going according to plan,” the Navite told him, but Kerl didn’t know what the plan was. He was intensely curious, but his years of service to Sir Danyes had taught him it was wiser not to ask too many questions. That was how he lasted so long in Danyes’s employ; most of the knight’s retainers only lasted a few months before coming to bad ends.

Sir Ewen looked down at Kerl with utter contempt. He attempted to implant a suggestion in the servant’s mind, but the man’s brains were so soft and addled, it didn’t take. Repulsed at the sight of Kerl, Ewen attempted to wipe the memory of the mind-read, but his long efforts caught up with him, and he was overwhelmed with fatigue.

“Someone make him forget this,” he muttered. Sir Aeomund stepped up behind Kerl and removed all memory of what had transpired with the pommel of his sword. He fell unconscious among the corpses.

After applying the same sort of mindwipe to the other servant, the party left through the secret door and walked to the Elf & Dwarf. Sir Baris and Tora remained there, and the rest returned to Raven Hall. Walin was waiting for Sir Ewen.

“My lord, you have received an invitation. Tomorrow being Soratir, the Earl of Balim begs the pleasure of your company at a reception after worship.”

“You may convey to the Earl that it will be my pleasure to attend.”

Sir Ewen, Sir Aeomund, and Kaelyn fell into their respective beds, but Cekiya knew eyes were watching the house. She crept to Hag Hall, invisible even to the beggars, and slept there.
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