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Old 05-22-2006, 09:42 PM   #324
Alcarillo
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The past three weeks, Gárwine had remained at the mead hall while the others had left to rescue Linduial. He was disappointed not to join them on their adventure, but Lord Eodwine's decision was sound: the mead hall needed a good guard to stand at watch while the lord was away. But still, Garwine couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and jealousy when Linduial's rescuers had triumphantly returned to the mead hall. But staying at the mead hall did let Gárwine watch Náin begin his work on Falco's statue. And Lys was recovering from his injuries. Manawyth had gotten himself into some sort of trouble with the law, as Gárwine had expected would eventually happen.

Gárwine woke up that morning with Eodwine's court on his mind. Today was the first day Lord Eodwine would hold his court, and people from all across the Middle Emnet would soon be arriving with their complaints and requests. Gárwine was most eager to see Manawyth's trial. The Dunlending had stolen a horse during the fair and had been caught by a Rider of the Mark. It's about time he was caught for something, Gárwine thought as he climbed out of bed, I knew Lord Eodwine had made a mistake letting him dwell here ever since I first laid eyes on the waelsman. Gárwine now started dressing in his finest clothes. The Dunlending will finally get what he's been asking for today.

Gárwine reached under his bed to retrieve his chain-mail and helm. It was of poor quality, but Gárwine threw a green cloak around his shoulders to hide his armor's imperfections. He buckled his sword belt and reached for his shield leaning against the wall. Gárwine examined it in his hands and frowned. The green paint on his shield was chipped and flaking. He would just have to deal with it. There was no time for him to go find green paint, wherever it might've been hidden in the mead hall.

He sighed and left his room, pulling his cloak around his arm to hide a particularly bare patch on the shield. It was no use, so he just let the cloak drop. What am I, one of the Queen's Men?

He entered the Great Hall and took his place. He stood where he wouldn't gain too many looks, but just enough to remind people that this Eorl had manpower should anything get out of hand. Gárwine could see through the open doors that people already had gathered in the courtyard, eager to get to the Eorl first. He craned his neck to see if Manawyth was in the crowd. What a sight it would be to see Manawyth bound and begging for mercy before Lord Eodwine's throne!
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