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Carrûn · 12-22-2003, 10:02 AM

Awyrgan arrived at the Rangers' camp as dusk was approaching. He found his small tent undisturbed and, tying his horse, wrapped himself in a blanket and quickly fell asleep.

He awoke early the next morning to a misty horizon. Other Rangers were already stirring, some returning from patrols, others leaving. In the distance Awyrgan could see Thorgil's funeral procession being prepared. Deciding to travel on foot he left a feedbag of oats tied around his horses neck and made his way towards the other Rangers, pausing briefly to swipe good-naturedly at the dogs nipping around his heels.

The burial grounds were some distance from the camp. To the unskilled eye it was no more than a clearing with several small cairns. Yet Awyrgan recognized all but several of the newer ones as former companions. Thorgil's cairn was slowly raised. None hurried, reflecting on their fallen leader as they toiled. Several spoke, but for Awyrgan there were no words.

As they returned to the camp Awyrgan's eyes followed the ranger Tane as he strode slowly into Thorgil's former cabin, now his own. The green-eyed man paused, then followed the footsteps of the new commander and knocked firmly on the door.

"Enter."

Awyrgan slowly opened the door and walked inside. The cabin was dimly lit even in the daytime. Tane stood near the hearth holding a staff in his hand. The ranger wondered if he had unintentionally stumbled in on a private moment - he hoped he hadn't.

Tane turned to face him and Awyrgan did his best to get straight to the point. "I want to talk about my assignment at the settlement." Tane's eyebrows raise before Awyrgan hurriedly continued. "I'm not asking to be relieved." The older man cracked his neck. "Unsatisfied with your companion?" Awyrgan shook his head. "I couldn't tell you one way or the other - we haven't spoken." He pulled a knife from his belt and whittled absently on his pipe.

"Until now I've stayed close to the village on all my patrols. There is little of interest besides various bird droppings and several fine deer. I know it's not normal procedure but I want to extend my searchs father out into the woods. I'd like to know what's out there," he finished.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 5:45 PM December 23, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ]

12-22-2003, 10:02 AM	#77
Carrûn Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Behind you, counting to 3 Posts: 234	Awyrgan arrived at the Rangers' camp as dusk was approaching. He found his small tent undisturbed and, tying his horse, wrapped himself in a blanket and quickly fell asleep. He awoke early the next morning to a misty horizon. Other Rangers were already stirring, some returning from patrols, others leaving. In the distance Awyrgan could see Thorgil's funeral procession being prepared. Deciding to travel on foot he left a feedbag of oats tied around his horses neck and made his way towards the other Rangers, pausing briefly to swipe good-naturedly at the dogs nipping around his heels. The burial grounds were some distance from the camp. To the unskilled eye it was no more than a clearing with several small cairns. Yet Awyrgan recognized all but several of the newer ones as former companions. Thorgil's cairn was slowly raised. None hurried, reflecting on their fallen leader as they toiled. Several spoke, but for Awyrgan there were no words. As they returned to the camp Awyrgan's eyes followed the ranger Tane as he strode slowly into Thorgil's former cabin, now his own. The green-eyed man paused, then followed the footsteps of the new commander and knocked firmly on the door. "Enter." Awyrgan slowly opened the door and walked inside. The cabin was dimly lit even in the daytime. Tane stood near the hearth holding a staff in his hand. The ranger wondered if he had unintentionally stumbled in on a private moment - he hoped he hadn't. Tane turned to face him and Awyrgan did his best to get straight to the point. "I want to talk about my assignment at the settlement." Tane's eyebrows raise before Awyrgan hurriedly continued. "I'm not asking to be relieved." The older man cracked his neck. "Unsatisfied with your companion?" Awyrgan shook his head. "I couldn't tell you one way or the other - we haven't spoken." He pulled a knife from his belt and whittled absently on his pipe. "Until now I've stayed close to the village on all my patrols. There is little of interest besides various bird droppings and several fine deer. I know it's not normal procedure but I want to extend my searchs father out into the woods. I'd like to know what's out there," he finished. <font size=1 color=339966>[ 5:45 PM December 23, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ] __________________ "Dic, hospes, Spartae, nos te hic vidisse iacentes dum sanctis patriae legibus obsequimur."