Azi stormed into the League hall and looked around. It was practically empty, save for one or two members lounging before the hearth.


"Where's lord Crispian?" She demanded harshly.


"I have not seen him yet today, m'lady," Mithralin answered quietly, after waiting a moment for someone else to answer. Azi scanned the hall briefly and huffed to herself, turning on her heels and storming out the door. Her mind raced. If not there, Crispian would be at the forge, or hunting.


Shrill laughter rang in her head as she passed the church and reached the forge. A quick questioning of those working hard at thier crafts brought a few raised eyebrows but no answers.


Azi returned to the League Guild hall to find Tobyas sitting quietly in a corner, reading from a prayerbook.


"Have you seen Lord Crispian, Tobyas?" She demanded again, coming to stand in front of him.


"I have not," he answered quietly, keeping his eyes on his reading, "but I heard he had been hunting with the Lord High General MacFadden as of late."


"The pig farmer?" she spat.


Tobyas raised his eyes from his book and met hers with a stern look. "He is a great paladin of the church, miss, and a noble fighter. You should show him respect." Azi scoffed, then laughed out loud.


"I wonder how one such as yourself could fairly judge who is noble and who is not!" She said loudly enough for all to hear. The words struck him like a blow, and he slumped slightly in his chair, turning his eyes back to his little book.


A few heads turned thier way, but she brushed them off and threw her weary body into a high-backed chair, glaring to herself. Deep inside she felt remorse at her harshness, but those feelings were barely strong enough to notice. She brooded,waiting motionlessly in the chair. Crispian would show up eventually.

/lil bump

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OOC - not feeling in good form today, have a killer headache and all, so it may be a bit for a story post.

 

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Tobyas glanced up from his reading, blue eyes gone cold. “The circumstances of my life have led me to low station,” he said in a low voice, “but forget not that I was born noble, Lady Azi.” He continued to look at her even as she sat and seemed absorbed in the mundane actions that went on around her.


He had spent much of the day this far hearing of the going ons in the city and now was certain there was much more happening than he had thought of before. The history of it all was startling to him. Blind Jacob had told him the tale of the day the King’s men had marched out in force. And then the great fire, and D’Vena returning, chained and bound. He wondered about some of the other names in the story he was told. Carrington, Moryan, Ravyin, Mithiel, so many he had not heard before. And yet now, they all seemed tied to this long list of sordid events.


Azi sighed from her seat. “Again, Tobyas, I must find Crispian,” she said, a slight hint of desperation in her voice.


Tobyas turned quite blunting toward his missal. “Perhaps you can speak to Lord MacFadden, if he is about. I do not know truly.” He wondered why she was pursuing this so, and was so agitated. It was not normal for Azi to act so.

<triple pout>


<<Hope ya feel better Cris...I get to have a root canal today. Yippee.>>

/bump til later - editting still

 

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Azaeli leaned forward at the sound of heavy plated boots approaching the guild hall. A young paladin stomped past in the street. Azi swore under her breath and dropped back in the chair, her glare darkening even further.


((hurry up!! hehe))

((lap top died on the way home!))

 

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