Church Square
[Pleasant, cloudless, slight breeze from the east, dawn]
The grand facade of the Lithmorran cathedral dominates the square,
providing a stained-glass, gothic opulence to the space below. Laid in an
artful pattern, red and white bricks converge in alternating bands towards
a central fixture, a splendid fountain. Off to the southwest, in the
tended lawn, stands a statue easily nine feet tall. Below it rests a
bench, obscuring the engravings in the statue’s base. At each of the four
corners of this square stands a tall stone lamp to light the square at
night.
(Water has been splashed onto the ground about the fountain. The water that remains in the fountain is dirtied, with bits of debris floating about as well.)
[ Exits: north east south west ]
A baroque fountain interrupts the center of the square. (center)
The square’s public board stands beneath a protective wood shingle roof. (northeastern corner)
Julea is here. [App: 3]
An unassuming man, with light blue eyes sits on the lip of a Baroque Fountain, twiddling his thumbs aimlessly. [App: 2]
You have arrived.
[RPxp: none] [System: 6:03AM] [HP:perfect MV:enervated P:walk](cloaked)(Diremote)
Chloe wanders into the square, lost in thought.
Action set to:
Chloe walks down the street.
“Yeah..” Julea says simply to an unassuming man, with light blue eyes as she eyes her foot. She adjusts a leather-gripped practice polearm topped with a dummy head that she uses for a makeshift crutch. “Thanks again for looking after the Kukri.” [Julea]
You move towards a public notice board.
You have reached your target.
Julea dips her head forward to Chloe as she spots her passing. “My Lady Dmitreva, I am sorry for earlier. I should not of taken it out on you.”
Nodding, “Oh, well… It wasn’t entirely selfless.” an unassuming man, with light blue eyes states, “I’m afraid I wouldn’t of had much of a problem holding onto it if you didn’t come back for it.” He chuckles lightly. [an unassuming man, with light blue eyes]
“Ahh so it was a gamble that didn’t play off. I see how it is, you were kinda hoping to see me burn then?” Julea extends a hand down to touch where a long bladed steel kukri with a carved ivory and onyx hilt is sheathed at her right thigh. “I am pretty attached to her. Feel.. safer with her there.” [Julea]
Wandering to the board, Chloe begins to read until she hears Julea’s voice and turns her head to address her quietly, “You’ve been through an ordeal, Jules. I wouldn’t be surprised or offended if it was quite terrible. However, dare I ask if you intend to continue your employ with me?” [Chloe]
“My Lady, I would like to, but I would ask that you please grant me a couple of weeks off to recover.” Julea dips her head forward, fingers indicating her bandaged right foot. “And, until I can walk a little more easily, I am little good to you anyways.” [Julea]
“Oh, no of course not. I don’t like burning, at all.” an unassuming man, with light blue eyes amends to Julea. “Anyway, if you were burned, who else could teach me Tubori?” [an unassuming man, with light blue eyes]
Chloe nods to Julea, “Yes, I understand. Of course, take the time that you need.”
“I had to watch a friend burn today. It was.. hard.” Julea says, her eyes close for the briefest of moments and there is a hint of emotion. She is quick to brush it off though with a passing of her hand over the corner of her eyes and a grimace. “Thank you My Lady. I intend to get very drunk for a few days or maybe weeks.” [Julea]
You think to yourself, “Can I trust her? *wonder* What did she say to Romana that made her injure her so?”
Chloe’s head perks, “Burn? Who was burned today?” Chloe has clearly spent some time away from the gossips recently.
“Captain Remi. And then, right after, Count Sevoi drew his blade on the Grand Inquisitar and claimed it was a plot to drive a wedge between the church and the crown.” Julea says, her fingers anxiously tugging at one of her curls. “It was messy.” [Julea]
Chloe pales, “Is Romana … is she dead?” Tears immediately well up in Chloe’s eyes, and she covers her mouth with her right hand, fingers loose and separated with horror.
An unassuming man, with light blue eyes perks up at the subject brought up by Julea, “Oh.. I ran into the tail end of that… The Vicar General seemed a bit off his rocker..”
“No, Count Sevoi was arrested and put in a cell. Romana was released. It seems he was.. enchanted by a mage.” Julea explains, nodding at an unassuming man, with light blue eyes’s words. “He was. He was even pleased to see me. That shows how insane he was.” [Julea]
Chloe rubs at her eyes, her opposite hand dipping into her greatcoat and pulling out the simple white handkerchief, which she dabs to her eyes. It’s crumpled as if it’s seen a bit of use lately, “I see,” Chloe sniffs in a long, drawn out manner as she dabs her eyes.
“What’s to happen with his child, while he is in prison?” an unassuming man, with light blue eyes asks quietly, following Chloe’s statement. [an unassuming man, with light blue eyes]
“I .. I will find him. And see to him of course. I mean, he can take care of himself, he’s only a couple of years younger than me. But ..” Julea presses her lips together, teeth nipping at the lower one for a second. “Still. I need to make sure he’s okay. They are close.” [Julea]
Chloe licks her lips and suggests to Julea, “You say you want to spend some time drunk? I’ve got some better things on hand, if you like.”
look julea
Inky black hair with a hint of reddish highlights spills from the crown of this
slender woman’s head to just above the midway point of her back in uneven
lengths. Her fringe falls from high on her head and cuts low and on an angle
over her eyes, sharp and almost obscuring the stormy blue depths of her irises.
Outlined in smudged black liner, and with long tangled black lashes, her eyes
are an intense sapphire and draw attention, consequently it would be easy to
miss the rest of her face: high cheekbones adorned with a splattering of
dun-coloured freckles and lips with a faint hint of colour.
A recent thin scar curves down from her hair line towards her right eye.
Standing at just over five and a half feet tall, this Tubori woman’s frame is
toned, limbs long and slender in proportion to her size and a narrow waist
that exaggerates the curve of her hips. Her skin is paler than normal for a
Tubori girl and hints at mixed birth.
There is a single scar an inch in width at the left side of her mid-section,
a large red claw tattoo on her back and a few very old flogging scars on her
right shoulder. At the nape of her neck, a new tattoo has been carved into her
skin, showing a stylised black wolf curled around a cat. On her right thigh
another tattoo, that of a lion, wraps around with claws outstretched.
You are about the same height.
Julea is using:
a black leather satchel that fastens with a steel clasp
an inky black leather cuff engraved with an intricate rose
alternating red and black glass beads strung on a cord
a pair of fingerless black leather gloves that end at wrist
a pewter ring stamped with the Cardinal’s Seal
a dagger (sheathed at the thigh)
the Book of Penances
a skin-tight midnight black leather vest with front lacing
a long sable cotton cloak, emblazoned with the Holy Chalice
a sturdy steel buckled black belt with a hanging coinpurse
a fitted pair of front laced, midnight black leather pants
a pair of calf-high, black leather riding boots
An unassuming man, with light blue eyes chuckles lightly, “Any sugar cubes on hand?” an unassuming man, with light blue eyes states to Chloe. Then more seriously, to Julea, “I’m sure that he’s getting along fine.”
Chloe’s lip curls up slightly on the right, “Amongst other things, yes.”
You think to yourself, “I wonder where, how, and why she wears the Cardinal’s ring?”
“I admit, a couple of cubes, right now, I would enjoy. How bout you Edvard, care to play too?” Julea asks with a mischevious quirk of her brow. [Julea]
[Chloe remembers an unassuming man, with light blue eyes as Edvard.]
“Oh, I wouldn’t mind sitting in.” Edvard answers easily, before adding wryly, “Not sure how much my Fiance would approve. Well, what you don’t know, doesn’t hurt you, does it?” [Edvard]
The church bells ring six times, announcing the hour of prime.
“Well, you know already how I feel about -that- whole sticky situation” Julea says to Edvard, her left foot lightly kicking against the side of his foot. To Chloe she nods. “Let us retire back to your place and enjoy ourselves some. Before I was hauled off by the lovely Count, Edvard, myself and a few others were playing a fun game. I believe it is time to pick up where we left off.” [Julea]
Edvard chuckles, “That doesn’t sound too bad to me.” He turns to speak more directly to Julea, “You know, he never did come back, to see what we were up to, after he went off with you.”
“He was a little busy strip searching me.” Julea says plainly in reply to Edvard. [Julea]
Chloe beckons both Julea and Edvard, asking, “Who is your fiance… Edvard, was it?” Chloe seems to have only heard Edvard’s name in passing.
Julea now follows you.
Edvard now follows you.
Chloe joins your group.
Chloe begins to lead the way, walking along casually.
Julea arrives from the south with a limping gait.
Julea slows to a halt.
Edvard arrives from the south.
Edvard slows to a halt.
The Dmitreva Estate Gardens
[Pleasant, cloudless, morning]
Surrounded by a great stone wall topped with pointed spearheads, a wide
gate with filigree designs displays the sigil of a silver Snow Fox, the
entrance to an expansive garden. From the gate to the stone monstrosity of
a Vandagan-style mansion, an elegant path of white river stones cuts a
double-wide path, surrounded on either side by sculpted hedges and
artistically arranged grottos. Here and there, benches offer peaceful
repose to visitors, scented sweetly with flowers and herbs.
(The gardens are wet with drizzle, and the clouds overhead make the sky
dark and foreboding. There’s a pile of debris from the recent party
gathered together in a small area, yet to be finally disposed of, though
the rest of the gardens have been returned to their pristine state by the
estate staff. )
[ Exits: -north- south ]
Edvard is here. [App: 2]
Julea is here. [App: 3]
You begin to move north.
The key turns easily, unlocking the northern door with a slender silver key bearing a snow fox.
You cross the center of the room at a walk.
You open the northern door.
You leave north, hips swaying in a feminine swagger.
The Parlour
[Cool]
This rectangular room allows light in from windows thrice the height of
a man, heavily decorated with thick brocade curtains and filmy lace. A
Vandagan-style carpet with intricate scrollwork in gold and scarlet lays
beneath heavy couches of polished wood interspersed with tables of carved
stone. Above a central hearth with a high mantel and gold-plated frame, a
polished ebony shield displays a white snow fox carved from precious ivory,
illuminated by a baroque candle chandelier in the center of the room. Art
and statues also enjoy the light, softening the appearance of corners and
walls.
[ Exits: -north- -east- south ]
You have arrived.
[RPxp: average] [System: 6:45AM] [HP:perfect MV:enervated P:walk](cloaked)(Diremote)(R)
Julea arrives from the south with a limping gait.
Julea slows to a halt.
Edvard arrives from the south.
Edvard slows to a halt.
It’s not closed. Attempting to close.
You close the southern door.
The key turns easily in the southern door with a slender silver key bearing a snow fox.
You begin to move east.
You cross the center of the room at a walk.
You open the eastern door.
You leave east, hips swaying in a feminine swagger.
Fine Dining
[Cool]
A simply rectangular room with decorative cornices high above, an ebony
table runs the length of its entirety. Silver inlay accents thick white
candles, each two feet high, on silver plates, providing diners a warm
light to see by in the evenings. The ceiling, painted with whimsical
nature scenes of Vandago countryside, grasps the chain of a massive silver
chandelier. Tall windows thrice the height of a man allow light to pass
into the room during daylight hours, bedecked with heavy brocade curtains
and delicate white lace.
[ Exits: west ]
A paper explaining the Murder Mystery Rules is here. (western edge)
A slender fluted wineglass has been left here. (western edge)
Decorative with its odd contours, a Farin-styled waterpipe rests here. (western edge)
( 2) A number of thin chocolate wafers stamped with a small harp in a bowl on the table. (western edge)
( 3) A sprig of hemproot rests on a silver tray atop the table. (western edge)
A heavy wooden table covered with a long tablecloth bears a hearty feast. (eastern edge)
You have arrived.
[RPxp: average] [System: 6:46AM] [HP:perfect MV:enervated P:walk](cloaked)(Diremote)
Edvard arrives from the west.
Edvard slows to a halt.
Julea arrives from the west with a limping gait.
Julea slows to a halt.
Chloe gestures expansively, “Just enough hemproot for our personal enjoyment, it looks like. Have you ever tried it?”
You get a colorful Farin waterpipe of blown glass.
“So, a month ago, grinning like a cat, you sat down between us on the couch.” Julea says, as she rests a hand on Chloe’s shoulder, using her for support she sets a leather-gripped practice polearm topped with a dummy head aside. “And now? Still grinning?” [Julea]
Edvard chuckles, looking about the room, then adding, “I distinctly remember sandwiching myself between two rather scantily clad women on a couch, about a month ago.”
Edvard gets a thick cabbage stew stirred with potatoes and lean venison from a heavy wooden table covered with a long tablecloth.
Julea plucks up one of a sprig of hemproot and squeezes it with the skill of someone who knows what she is doing. She rubs it into the bareskin of her forearm. “Just.. what I need.”
Julea gets a sprig of hemproot.
Julea rubs an herb across her skin.
Chloe wanders over to the table, picking up some bread and popping it into her mouth. “I swear, people come to my parties for the free food and drugs – somewhat less so for the company, usually. It’s nice to know you enjoyed yourselves, however.”
You squeeze the herb and apply the juices to your skin.
For a brief instant, such weariness fills your limbs that you have never known.
Stomach grumbling somewhat, Edvard grabs up a thick cabbage stew stirred with potatoes and lean venison from the table, and glancing into it he mumbles to himself, “Doesn’t look too bad.” Then, following after Julea’s lead, he picks up some of the hemproot, and rather less skillfully then Julea, squeezes it and rubs the pulp onto himself. [Edvard]
Edvard gets a sprig of hemproot.
Edvard rubs an herb across his skin.
“My sister says you should always keep hemproot on hand. It’ll dull a mage’s casting,” Chloe comments as she rubs the drug in herself, sighing happily at the instant effects. [Chloe]
“Edvard was a lot more fun when he was masked. I am sorely disappointed in him.” Julea complains with a mock-glare in his direction. To Chloe she says. “It was a fantastic night you know. The company as well as the food and drugs on offer [Julea]
“Until the Count arrested me.” Julea grunts. [Julea]
Chloe gives Julea a small, pleased smile, though it disappears in a brief wash of bitterness, “Ended with you being arrested and Marisa threatening me.” She begins to slip out of her greatcoat, hand digging into the pockets after it slides off her shoulders.
You flip your cloak back over your shoulder.
You stop using a double-breasted greatcoat with triangular, flaring tails.
You examine a piece of mail.
**** Royal Lithmorran Courier ****
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To : Chloe Written: Sat Feb 25 03:45:26 2012
Date: Circadi, June 7 353
Dictated by the Lady Chancellor dul Damassande:
Lady Garod,
I understand that there was a small matter of a misunderstanding between
you and my bard, Ariel op Orban. It would of course be best if this
misunderstanding could be considered fully rectified at this point and put
behind everyone. I see no reason that it needs have happened.
Should further clarification be required, it can be made quite explicitly
clear.
Marisa dul Damassande
*stamped across the bottom in wax with a series of seals:
an encircled D, House Damassande’s rampant stallions standing
respectant with a lavish fountain between them, and the crown
of the Royal Treasury’s Chancellor of the Exchequer*
,.-, ,-.,
d D &|.\| .,.,., |/.|& L T
M __ A ‘&) \._, .*; \/ ;*, ,_./ (&’ R E
E || \ M _/ /`> ‘; __||__ ;’ D ||_/ A ((( )/ ,;__|______|__;, \( ))) E |______| C
N S ) ))) __|____________|__ ((( ( U H
A S \\\ |__________________| /// Q E
You show Julea a piece of mail.
You show Edvard a piece of mail.
“Dear, you need to pick your men more carefully. Even I would not of dared touch Ari. That was never going to end well.” Julea says, as she eyes the piece of mail. “He is, hers you know. And he, is very loyal. To a fault. Trust me, I tested those waters ages ago.” [Julea]
Mock Cackling, Edvard pulls the grinning impling mask out to show the two, “Oh? I’ve still got it.” He grins, then looking at the mail, frowns. [Edvard]
Chloe pulls several letters from her greatcoat, many of them appearing unsorted.
Chloe’s brows raise, “When you say ‘hers’, you don’t mean… ooo, how intriguing.”
“As in they are deeply in love, and only have eyes for each other. He was even offered the position as Seneschal and turned it down by her request.” Julea says, there is a devilish look to her eyes as she takes up the pure white butterfly mask. “If you wished to.. use that information, feel free.” [Julea]
Chloe sighs, shaking her head, “He apologized, so it’s of no real use to me. What I need to do is find a way to stop the Tenebrae from blackmailing me, the bastard.”
“I am confident Edvard here will not breathe a word of what happens tonight.” Julea says, approaching him with a hop-like step, she sweeps an arm around his neck casually and lightly bites (should he not stop it) the side of his ear. To Chloe she says. “I will see what I can do about that. He often listens to me, as you know.” [Julea]
Quietly speaking, Edvard begins to state, “You know.. I just left the –” His words are cut short by Julea’s antics, which he happily goes along with, “Now, why would I ever speak of this?” [Edvard]
“He sent me two more letters whilst you were in jail, retracting his agreement of truce,” Chloe moves to settle down on a chair, turning it to face Julea and Edvard and arranging herself just so, in a sort of relaxed, sinuous pose. “I’ll tell you, I forwarded them to my sister and the Reeves.” [Chloe]
Chloe seems oblivious, and not the slightest bit concerned, about the antics going on in her dining room, albeit she does sound a little more preoccupied with other matters of the more political nature.
“Show me?” Julea asks of Chloe as she wraps an arm around Edvard’s waist from behind and instead bites the side of his throat, nose nudging against his neck. “I am curious as to why he would do such a thing.” [Julea]
Julea questions, “And even with those letters, they still burned the Captain?”
Chloe nods, “Very well,” and begins to go through the letters she’d pulled from her greatcoat, licking a thumb and separating them.
You examine a piece of mail.
Lithmore Pigeon Post
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To : Chloe Written: Sun Feb 26 04:19:57 2012
Date: Votumas, June 11 353
Don’t get too comfortable. I may still be wanting to take you up on
that offer of your bed. For now my demands are to keep quiet. Let things
play out.
-T-
You examine a piece of mail.
Lithmore Pigeon Post
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To : Chloe Written: Thu Feb 23 05:45:08 2012
Date: Balasdes, Maius 30 353
My dear. You can have your little party. I will not complicate it.
You are lucky that one we both happen to have an interest in the one
that stayed my hand. And it is because of her that I have no interest
in sharing the bed of a whore. But others in the fold might. I will
advise them of your interest.
No matter. I will stay down in my portion of the city and you in yours.
There is no need for a war between us. Truce.
Shadows be with you,
-T-
Edvard loosely drapes an arm about Julea’s waist, nipping at the nape of her neck, “Now, assuming that I am not terribly incorrect, but it seems that some of the information that has been floating about is rather wrong..”
As Chloe finds the letters in question, she unfurls them and holds them up for Julea to read, “I suppose they did, though I’m not privy to my sister’s council on such matters.” [Chloe]
You show Julea a piece of mail.
You show Julea a piece of mail.
Edvard glances curiously over to the mail, which is a rather awkward contortion from his current position.
Chloe comments quietly, “Albeit, I think the second is a forgery. You see, I’ve actually had quite a bit of correspondence with the Tenebrae over the past year or two. He’s always signed it ‘Shadows be with you,’. He didn’t for the last one. But of course, that’s a minor matter. It does make direct reference to a comment I made about sharing my bed.”
Julea tilts her head to the side, exposing the curve of her throat and in doing so, no doubt Edvard has a view of the newly inked tattoo at the nape of her neck. “What information is that dear?” She asks as she reads over the two letters. “Ahh. Very interesting. Well. I will have a chat with him and I will see what I can work out. The second is, yes. That is one of his men.”
You show Edvard a piece of mail.
You show Edvard a piece of mail.
Chloe chuckles, “Yes, I did think it was an odd taunt to ‘keep it quiet’ given my past performance.”
Chloe frowns a bit, and says, “I thought you’d want it passed on, however, so I did.” Then she turns her attention to look out the window.
“I stayed his hand at your party did I not? He will listen to me.” Julea hums thoughtfully with Chloe’s words. “It might not of even been one of his men, perhaps someone else altogether. I will find out.” [Julea]
Chloe shakes her head, “Please, don’t trouble yourself, Jules. I don’t need to stir that pot anymore. You received my letter through the Cardinal?” Chloe asks rather suddenly, looking back to Julea.
Edvard’s gaze does wander briefly over the exposed section of the newly inked tattoo, though he chooses to not comment on it for the time being. Then speaking more directly to Chloe, “I’m afraid that I have been at a bit of a loss, for it seems that you have known my name, yet I still have managed to miss yours.” He asks this question quietly, knowing that the current line of conversation is of much more important matters.
“Chloe von Dmitreva,” Chloe replies absently to Edvard, waving her fingertips vaguely as a matter of introduction. [Chloe]
“Edvard, this is my employer, Countess Chloe von Dmitreva,” Julea says, continuing on the introduction once Chloe introduces herself. She keeps her arms tangled about Edvard but for the moment, her lips stray away from his throat, instead her eyes watch Chloe. “I did, thank you. I wanted to walk out of their with charges dropped. Your sister nearly saw me to the pyre, the Cardinal stayed her hand a the last minute.” [Julea]
You examine a piece of mail. (Written in Vandagan)
**** Royal Lithmorran Courier ****
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To : Chloe Written: Thu Mar 1 08:17:58 2012
Date: Arendas, June 26 353
Dear Romana,
It’s come to my attention that Julea was arrested at the order of His
Majesty. His Holiness claims that she’s been put to The Inquisition.
I beg you to remember your promise that Julea would not be arrested so long
as she was in good stead with myself, and her information assisted in the
apprehension of the Tenebrae. I believe my side of this agreement has been
fulfilled, and I plead with you to uphold yours. I know His Majesty is a
powerful man, and I know that were I in your shoes, I would capitulate to
to His Majesty, afterall, Julea is in theory, no one.
However, thus far, she has been a loyal retainer. His Majesty has turned
his interests directly against ours, and I see no reason we would assist
him until he ceases his subversion, and that is when I am thinking kindly
on him for he had Julea arrested without a word to me, her patron.
Can you tell me aught about the charges of treason and possession? His
Holiness knew more of the latter, but seemed stunningly unaware of the
reasons for the former.
I am preparing to publically approach His Majesty with His Holiness and
others to challenge the case of Treason with His Majesty. I beg you to
consider what this might look like if she is not exhonorated of possession
– or exorcised. Perhaps an exorcism can be performed? In this manner, the
Holy Order retains its authority and has done its righteous duty…
I digress, my sister. Please, consider my words and burn this letter.
Sincerely,
Chloe
Edvard’s eyebrow raises at this, “I do think that I have a good deal of catching up to do.. Why would Marisa want you to burn on the pyre?”
“The Cardinal didn’t stay her hand, he hasn’t the spine to stay the maid from mopping the floor,” Chloe snorts, offering up yet another letter to Julea to review, “As to my letter – good. Now you have something on me. Maybe you’ll trust me still after all of this mess.” Chloe rises and gestures to both Edvard and Julea, “Please, enjoy the house. I think I’m in need of rest.” [Chloe]
You show Julea a piece of mail. (Written in Vandagan)
“I cannot read that…”Julea says as she passes her eyes over the letter, her arm coming away from Edvard briefly as she takes one step forward towards Chloe. “I heard the Cardinal say it to her. Are you saying he did not, or would not of?” [Julea]
Chloe says squarely to Julea, “I arrived several days ago and attempted to collect you. His Holiness told me frankly that it was Romana’s decision if you would burn or not, and that he was pleading with her. He refused to allow me to take you even though I offered to sign papers attesting to my responsibility for your release and offering my left hand as collateral. He was very explicit that it was Romana’s decision, so I told him I’d take care of Roe’s opinion on the matter, and I did.” Chloe’s gaze slips to Edvard as she begins to fold the letter up, “I’m afraid I’ve gone far enough for our dear friend this evening, however.” Chloe gives Edvard a slight nod and a brief, ironic smile.
Edvard lips quirk up at Chloe’s remark, and nods slightly in return.
“The Cardinal is still young, he is unsure of himself. He is a good man.” Julea says, defending him as she places a hand on Edvard’s shoulder for support. Her right foot, as always, held aloft from the ground. “We will, talk on this more later. Tonight is my first out. And I intend to do a bit of forgetting about all tha tmess.” [Julea]
“I never said he wasn’t a good man,” Chloe smiles gently, “I said he didn’t change Romana’s mind. Good men are often not the equal of political ones. Now then, enjoy your evening. And you too-” Chloe smiles to Edvard. [Chloe]
Chloe moves towards the door to head deeper into the house.
Julea inclines her head to Chloe, and turns more towards Edvard, whispering a few quiet words near his ear.
You begin to move west.
“I’ve got all of the magic I need in two and a half feet of steel.”
— a Knight Lithmorran
A young maid stops following you.
Edvard stops following you.
