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Old 05-29-2006, 07:38 PM   #33
Taralphiel
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The morning had eased itself in, and Sorn had retreated to a small study that used to be a haven for his father. He had rushed in there late on the night before, and deposited the Lady Linduial's beongings. Locking the door behind him, he had made sure none of his minions gained a wandering hand on the items. They could be useful for bargaining a price.

Sorn ran his eyes over the items. A small straw weave basket, only part filled. In it were a small rag doll that looked of humble but kind craftsmanship. Surely this was not the Lady's posession. He concluded it could only be a gift. This made him smile. He would mention it to Osfrid before he left. He picked up the next item - a knife. He nodded, noticing the small brown stain of dried blood. The Lady had fought to get free with this blade, and Wæveth had unluckily caught it. Sorn had let the man brood with a small keg of ale overnight, and would get him back to his duties today.

Sorn picked up the blade and studied it carefully. It was of good workmanship, strong and cold. Linduial had no doubt picked it up at the Horse Fair, where many craftsmen showed their wares on the past day. He wondered again where this item was intended to go. Gondor made truly fine blades, and this woman had no need for them. These items turned thoughts around in Sorn's mind, and he made intention to question Linduial about them.

At that moment, he heard movement by the door. Scyld was walking past, and Sorn saw he was carrying a tray of food. He neednt ask who it was for, instead letting out another quick enquiry.

"How are you faring with the Lady Linduial? Has she quieted down any?"

Scyld paused, then walked slowly in, still carrying the tray. "She had quieted down considerably and has been little bother; she seems to have realized that she will get nowhere by struggling." Scyld seemed to stop and think a moment on the past night, then began again. "There is one thing that she seems rather stuck on, however."

"Oh?". Sorn did not look up, still eyeing the blade. He deducted Scyld must have heard something from the Lady, and finally gotten the courage to mention it. This amused him greatly, but he did not show it.

"She is convinced that her wrist is broken. And she actually thinks that you ought to get her a healer to set the bone."

Sorn raised an eyebrow, and gave a small smile. He placed the knife gently on the table, and stood up. He looked at Scyld squarely, and over the meal he had prepared for her. Did he detect sympathy under his smirk? He hoped not.

"Well, that is certainly a pity. You shall tell the Lady Linduial that if it hurts her so deeply I shall set the bone for her. See how she reacts."
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