Elaet hopes that she can repay the rat for freeing her good friend Caer. Maybe she will cross his path again someday.

The lad smiled, the quick easy smile of a self-assured man.


"Jashen Pontiff, Knight of the League of St. Crispin." He shook the pro-offered hand and signalled for more ale. "And I think you're right. Crispian could get himself in some trouble there."


Jashen began to half pay attention to the dancer, still watching Galvain with part attention.


At the other table, Crispian sat back, considering Moryan's words. Indeed, more questions seemed to rise with each statement, with each possible answer. Her dedication to Carrington was so evident, so fierce. He thought wistfully for a moment to his own Ellena, dead since they were both teens in the raid the drove him into the Realm, to defend against all foes, especially Midgard. He smiled, relaxing back into his chair.


"So where do we go for answers, Moryan? Or who?"

 

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Carrington layed against the pillar, his hands behind it, his head slumped. Just then, a loud creak was heard as the door opened, and light flooded into the room. There, stood an old, grey-haired, disfigured monster of a man with a body covered with scars, and holding an executioner's axe. The man lumbered foreward and hacked for a moment, as though coughing up an entire lung. He grinned with a toothless mouth, his swollen eyes gleaming. He lined up the axe, and brought it back, lining it up with the blonde cleric's neck.


Just then, Carrington, his hands free, slid out of the way as the axe whisked through the air and clanked hard against the stone pillar, sparks shooting through the air. Carrington kicked the huge man in the knee from the floor, and with a growl, the monster tumbled. With one swift movement, Carrington flung the hammer from it's hold and brought it down hard, and needless to say, fatally across the back of the beast's head. He left the hammer lay for a moment, and stood, looking at his wrists. That damned mouse had saved him...the same one that had been following him around for weeks. he rubbed his wrists, now free from the bindings and sighed.


Before leaving, he kicked the corpse of the monster-man, then adjusted his cloak. And walked out.

 

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Moryan shrugged her shoulders. "I suggest ye go back where ye got the information the first time. We need an inside source. Can ye stomach it again, get in her good graces and stay there?"


"I've got ta go.. Caer .. I think he needs me." She nods to Crispian, and winks at Glavian, then leaves quickly without a glance back.

Crispian sat there stunned even at the suggestion Moryan made, watching her flee. His jaw hung slack like a troll trying to finish a sentence. With a mental groan he thought, "What have I gotten into NOW?" and signalled Jashen to come to the table.


Jashen stood, raised an eyebrow at Glavain and walked over.

 

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As Moryan headed for the door to the tavern to set out to find Carrington she was met by a troop of armed guards. They bore the standard of King Constantine. She recognized them for the King's guard right away.


The Captain of the Guard stepped forward and said, "Moryan of the Wayward Band, you are ordered to come with us to the Palace."


That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. He then stepped aside to allow her to step into the protection of the Guard.

Tannir shrank back harder against the wall, praying with all his might to remain hidden. As the troop marched the woman away, a beautiful one at that, he bolted across the street and into the tavern.


He glanced about, ran to Crispian's table, and said a bit too loud, "The King's guards just nabbed the lady, m'lord."

 

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Moryan scowled, but nodded once, and followed the men to the palace to see what the hell the mighty king Constantine would want with her.

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