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Old 05-29-2006, 03:40 PM   #32
Firefoot
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Firefoot has been trapped in the Barrow!
Scyld awoke the next morning feeling stiff from the awkward position he had fallen asleep in against the cellar wall. He had been intending to bring down some kind of pallet for himself but had never gotten around to it and had felt too lazy to go and find one the previous night. He regretted it now, as he had fallen asleep with his back to the niche between the wall and one of the many wine kegs adorning the cellar. The lantern had eventually gone out and Scyld could not see whether Linduial was awake. Without checking he stood up and climbed the stairs; he was relieved to find that it was still early and he had not overslept in the darkness of the cellar.

Scyld took his own breakfast in the kitchen. The overworked cook had clearly already been up for a while, and would undoubtedly be busy all throughout the day. If it wasn’t cooking, it was cleaning, and Scyld did not envy her job one bit. When he had completed his own meal, he put together a small meal for Linduial on a tray: a portion of eggs, a slice of bread with a scant amount of butter, and a glass of water that he would spike with mead in the cellar. Scyld had received no specific orders concerning her meals, only that he was to bring them to her, and he figured that moderation would be the safest bet in case he ran into Sorn.

And he did just that. On his way back to the cellar, he walked past Sorn’s office and was stopped by his voice. “How are you faring with the Lady Linduial? Has she quieted down any?”

Scyld took this as an invitation to step into the room, and he saw that Sorn had a few unusual items out and was looking at them: a knife, a doll, a basket… of course, those would be Linduial’s. Scyld averted his attention, not wanting to show too much interest. “She had quieted down considerably and has been little bother; she seems to have realized that she will get nowhere by struggling.” After a pause, he added, “There is one thing that she seems rather stuck on, however.”

“Oh?” Scyld could not tell whether Sorn was really interested or not.

“She is convinced that her wrist is broken.” Scyld smirked as if this was quite the joke, and in a way it was - any healer who came around would obviously ask questions, something certainly to be avoided. Scyld knew Sorn would not agree, but he wanted to see how he reacted. Besides, now he would be able to tell Linduial that he tried – marks in his favor; he did not have to tell her how he had asked. “And she actually thinks that you ought to get her a healer to set the bone.”
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