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Anguirel · 11-22-2005, 01:34 PM

At the approach of Lomwe and Endamir, Malris hurriedly relinquished his hold on Tasa's had, though he suspected perhaps not quickly enough.

"Ah," he said, rather bitterly, to the others as they approached. What had happened seemed to be a symbol of his existence in relation to Tasa-always being snatched away. It was then that Giledhel's face surfaced in his mind again, and in guilt he dismissed the moment of joy to the cellar of his memory.

"So you are up," he concluded.

“Yes, and we thought you had already left to search for this Diviner,” Lómwë replied, “so we were about to begin looking as well. Orëmir is staying inside with Lindir. But since you are still here… do you know how we’re supposed to go about this search? Is there a better strategy than ‘getting lucky’?”

Malris was gratified that Lomwe, so suspicious and ready to blame him the night before, seemed his old self again, ready to act to help the ailing Lindir. Perhaps the coming of morning had accomplished this. It had been so before, had it not...they had set out with rifts forgiven and hopes high in the morning, and carped at each other-and chiefly him-by the evening...this cycle, Malris reflected, had the potential to become extremely wearing. He shrugged.

"Only that we have to remember that we've been told that the Diviner will be with the Seneschal. I take that as a sign that we should investigate where Master Idrahil is now...and as Seneschal he ought, I suppose to be within one of the bastions along the wall..."

Malris indicated what he meant with his arm. Apart from the four great watch-towers at the fortress's corners, and the vast edifice of the keep, there were smaller, square heights interspersed along the wall; the bastions of war that had made Himring in its day impossible to take by storm. It was in one of these that Malris and Giledhel had made their home, though the dereliction made it hard for him to work out which after so long.

"As for which one, I could not begin to guess. I suggest the two pairs of us proceed in different directions, investigating each of the bastions in turn, until we find anything...or anyone...of interest. If either party runs into trouble...we will speak by osanwe-kenta, and rush to succour each other. Does that sound practical?"

11-22-2005, 01:34 PM	#156
Anguirel Byronic Brand Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: The 1590s Posts: 2,778	At the approach of Lomwe and Endamir, Malris hurriedly relinquished his hold on Tasa's had, though he suspected perhaps not quickly enough. "Ah," he said, rather bitterly, to the others as they approached. What had happened seemed to be a symbol of his existence in relation to Tasa-always being snatched away. It was then that Giledhel's face surfaced in his mind again, and in guilt he dismissed the moment of joy to the cellar of his memory. "So you are up," he concluded. “Yes, and we thought you had already left to search for this Diviner,” Lómwë replied, “so we were about to begin looking as well. Orëmir is staying inside with Lindir. But since you are still here… do you know how we’re supposed to go about this search? Is there a better strategy than ‘getting lucky’?” Malris was gratified that Lomwe, so suspicious and ready to blame him the night before, seemed his old self again, ready to act to help the ailing Lindir. Perhaps the coming of morning had accomplished this. It had been so before, had it not...they had set out with rifts forgiven and hopes high in the morning, and carped at each other-and chiefly him-by the evening...this cycle, Malris reflected, had the potential to become extremely wearing. He shrugged. "Only that we have to remember that we've been told that the Diviner will be with the Seneschal. I take that as a sign that we should investigate where Master Idrahil is now...and as Seneschal he ought, I suppose to be within one of the bastions along the wall..." Malris indicated what he meant with his arm. Apart from the four great watch-towers at the fortress's corners, and the vast edifice of the keep, there were smaller, square heights interspersed along the wall; the bastions of war that had made Himring in its day impossible to take by storm. It was in one of these that Malris and Giledhel had made their home, though the dereliction made it hard for him to work out which after so long. "As for which one, I could not begin to guess. I suggest the two pairs of us proceed in different directions, investigating each of the bastions in turn, until we find anything...or anyone...of interest. If either party runs into trouble...we will speak by osanwe-kenta, and rush to succour each other. Does that sound practical?"