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Somewhat the worse for wear

Tags: Imladech,  Rinadan,  Brev

Short Summary: Short scene: in the Shepherding Village, the man known as Rinadan is clearly feeling under the weather, as a newcomer looking for work is quick to note
Date (real-life): 2010-10-29
Scene Location: Shaws: Shepherding Village
Date (in-game): April 3051
Time of Day: Day
Shepherding Village

This is the home of a small, proud, and independent people who live primarily by herding sheep in the open lands south of the Great East Road. Once driven from this region by troll depredations, they have returned and appear to be prospering, perhaps because they can also profit by trade on the Great East Road.

Or rather.... we should say it /was/ the home of these people. The many sturdy houses and smaller huts clustered on a hill here have mostly been burned. Some are yet standing, more are nothing more than charred timbers. Once, they were safely ensconced behind a deep ditch and wall. The ditch is filled with the ashy ghosts of thorn bushes ... and the gate hangs crookedly, black as charcoal.

But a stone wall is being built by a group of industrious dwarves, and many of the buildings that were still standing have been repaired. The village is now a mixture of the charred, skeletons of houses, and shiny new ones.

A long, low, smoke-stained building, sprawling along the hillside below the caravanserai, appears to the south. Its thatched roof has miraculously escaped burning - though there are black patches across it. Thick lead-paned windows are dark. A group of industrious men and dwarves and a few elves are camped in the open area.

Obvious exits:
Gathering House, Caravanserai, and Great East Road

                           | Yfelwydan Time (YST) |                           
** Real time is: Fri Oct 29 04:34:26 2010, GMT -8 **
Elendor time is: Late Afternoon on a Cloudy Mersday, Day 20 of April 3051.

Note: It's daytime out, so do not leave the cover of trees!

A beautiful spring day passes peacefully in these usually chaotic parts. The sun is high in the sky, unassailed by any passing clouds. It is warm, but a pleasant breeze keeps it amiable. The people of the Shepherding Village go about their day, working hard as they always have. Many of the men are out, taking advantage of the daylight hours and the reprieve they bring.

However, a few linger. And around one house in particular there are a few. Two men sit outside the door, apparently guarding it, but they talk with a few interested villagers.

If anyone were to ask, a certain Rinadan lives within - and he has not emerged in several days.

One newcomer to the village does not ask. Brev has found that there's use enough here for a competent pair of hands, and few enough questions asked about what has brought their owner here. Currently, he's gainfully employed in repairing the warped door to someone's cow byre. Tools spread out beside him, dagger at his belt and many wary glances over his shoulder at the shut door and its guardians. He may not ask, but it does not stop him looking.

One of the men at the door catches one of Brev's glances, holding it a moment. But nothing comes of it, he looks away as his comrade makes a comment. And just then the door opens, letting the bright spring light blast in to the formerly dark room. And in the doorway stands the so-called Rinadan, blinking as though in pain from the light.

His face is haggard and wrung, pale and drawn. He runs a hand over it silently as the men quickly stand, exclaiming, "Captain, you're awake!"

Brev's jaw sets at that hardened glance. "I'd be less inclined to look if I knew you weren't going to plant a dagger in my back," he retorts to the one who'd stared. "Armed watchers are apt to make a man uneasy. I've got no interest in whatever you've squirrelled away in yon-"

And then the door opens. The southerner frowns, but very pointedly looks away again to prove his claimed 'disinterest'. He whistles through his teeth, slightly off-key and definitely irritating if one has a sore head, before picking up the smoothing plane again.

"It's been two whole days, sir!" One exclaims, ignoring Brev for the moment, "Why did you go out alone? We didn't know if it was poison, or what--"

"Shut up!" Rinadan snaps, "Shut up!" He glares at the men, then at the whistling Brev, and at the Village in general, "It was nothing, I am fine." He sits again, anger smouldering in his dark grey eyes, "What news passes in the Shaws?" He asks at last, and here he looks up and spots Brev, "You! You are new, are you not? When came you here?" His accent is foreign and mingled with a few odd words.

Brev studiously bends his head to his work, giving little indication of listening - he's had plenty of practise in such things, after all. At the 'You' the whistling breaks off and slowly he turns, dusting sawdust off his jerkin. "Came in yesterday. Up the road from Bree, figured I'd outstayed my welcome there." He gives a crooked grin. "Needing some work done, were you? I'm good with carpentry." He eyes the little house blandly then comments with eyes narrowing, "You don't look so good. Not catching, is it?"

"Outstayed your welcome, hey?" The tall stranger says, smiling wryly. He looks at the house, shrugging, "No, I don't intend to be here long." Rinadan taps one of the men, grunting: "Water." Then looks back to Brev, "Catching?" He pauses, and his eyes betray in one brief second a deep sorrow, and a hint of dark terror before it is quenched in an angry frown,

"No, it will pass." He says curtly.

Brev's brows draw together a little at that flicker of fear, but he manages to hold the other's glance steady and not glance behind himself (though his leather-clad shoulders do hunch uneasily). "If you say so," he responds, his Common sing-song and faintly amused. "Far be it from me to dispute. If neither you nor yon house need patching, not much I can do to ease it. Where are you headed, then? Back to Bree? Seen a few with your looks back there."

"I think there is no help." Rinadan says quietly. Then he stirs himself, gathering some strength. "Aye, a few of my kin linger in these parts." He replies, "But I plan to move on from these parts soon enough. South to begin with. Then perhaps south and east..." He pauses here, wondering, "You said you have outstayed your welcome in Bree - where is home for you, then?"

South? Brev shoots Rinadan an inscrutable look, but at the final question he lets out a bark of laughter. "Home is whichever ditch or cow-byre I find to lay my head in. I'm not fussy, me. But if you're asking where I grew up - that'd be south too. Figure my looks and my voice speak for me well enough. Folk aren't overfond of my kind. Which doesn't answer," he adds after a significant pause, "what one of /your/ kind would be doing grubbing round Dunland. If that's where you mean."

"South, hey?" Rinadan muses, nodding in obvious interest. "Well there is a good band of us - perhaps ten so far. We have weapons and coin, if you are interested you would be welcome." He yawns tiredly, rising, "I have my own plans - but perhaps we will speak another day. I must rest some more."

Brev grunts at that. 'And why would I be interested? A rat that's climbed out of a cesspool isn't usually eager to dive back in.' A note of contempt creeps into his sing-song Common; clearly he has little love for his countrymen. 'On the other hand - figure it might be in /your/ interest to have someone who speaks the tongue, knows the land ... ' For a moment, he slips into a different, guttural tongue. "<Dunael> Kiern, do you even know a word of Dunael?"

Returning to Common, he adds, as though it were some great concession, 'If the price were right, we might consider it - me and my partner. If you can afford her fees, she's a wicked fighter.' He chuckles as though at some private jest. 'Perhaps you should think on it - Captain.' Deliberately emphasizing the only name he's been given for the tall, pale stranger, he nods and turns back to his work.

Rinadan smiles, apparently happy with the conversation, and nods but says no more, rising instead and disappearing again into the little room.

Date added: 2010-10-31 13:36:26    Hits: 73
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