10th of Greenpeek, 4th day of Week, Fireday, Daybreak

Indeed the knock comes at Day Break, the Knight make ready.

Page Haviria is waiting with her hands behind her back when the Knight emerges.

"Good morning Sir Rogar. I reviewed what I know of the city last night, I feel sure I can guide you anywhere you request."
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Rogar consults his journal, then says "there are three places I wish to visit and return by noon. If I must, due to distances, visit only one per day, that will be fine. I wish to visit the Vigliaturo Civica, the Berengo Studio, and the Sargaso Glasswerk. But first, on our way out let's grab a round of bread from the dining hall 'ere we leave. He leads her to the dining hall (if it has food) or the kitchen to get some baked bread for the both of them. They then head out. Rogar hopes the interlude will let his guide figure out which order to visit those places and which place is nearest.

The Hall is clean and there are people there that are setting tables and .. there is nothing set out.

The Page insists that it proper for her to go to the Kitchens and bring back what could be found, the Knight should stay, it will take only a short hop and a skip for her.

Page Haviria returns with bread still cooling and berry butter  with a small packet of toasted honeyed nuts, with a flagon of apple cider.

"Vigliaturo Civica is a good choice for this time of day, they start early there, unlike Berengo Studio who is often deep in his cups early and unless he has a project he is passionate about, the studio is open by chance.
If it is permitted I suggest we approach the studio last."

The walk from the castle is pleasant. Aside from a brief exchange between the Page and the Guard Captain, all runs smoothly.

The ciry is moving and the house staffs of various Nobles are at work and moving about.

Then as they travel deeper into the city more work is being done, wagons moving about, goods being piled, and most places seem busy with goods form ships.
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Roger smiles and says "I'll defer to your wisdom , Haviria." He filled the page, sharing the bread and cider as they walk. He asks "so the Sargaso glasswerk after the Civica?" Rogar takes note of what landmarks he can identify, in case he tries to lead his countrymen to these selfsame glassmakers in the near future.

Page Haviria smiles back, nods to affirm the order.

After a short time walking the Knight notices the first Constable of the morning, walking in a uniform and a short club at his side, though there is a dagger in his boot few would notice.

If there is a reason for how the streets are formed, it is a mystery to the Knight, often the pair seems to walk a bit back and forth.

Then in a place of larger buildings, then a building with smoke coming out of four stacks just on the other side of the pitched roof, a line of tiles that lead to a door with a glass handle, light blue glass, in the shape of a knotted eels, three of them.

The Page moves to open the door for the Knight and  it does not open. The Page knocks and it is more than a bit of day before there is a voice on the other side.

"Who is it?"

"Castle Sarkund has a guest who is interested in the craft of the Vigliaturo Civica.
He has traveled across the League."

"No, there are no appointments, I would have been told."

"Please, I am a Page of the Court, I ask only that you open the door to speak to us."

The door is unbarred from the inside and opened by a middle aged man with curly black hairm wearing a leather smock and heavy sackcloth shirt and with appears to be greased trousers of some course material with thick boots.

"I am Page Haviria, I insist in the name of the Crown you allow is in."

"Alright, you don't have to get all uppity about it. Come in Sir."

That follows is a viewing room of glass sculpture, figures and items. The man standing nearb by, ansty and looking towards doors upon hearing sounds.

At one point he opens a door to stick his head in and bark a few orders.

"The Maestro will be in soon, may I offer you something to drink?"

Rogar shakes his head. "No, thank you. I'll be content to look over the pieces here until the Maestro arrives. For future, how does one schedule an appointment?" Rogar looks at the sculptures, looking for something that Elizabet might treasure.

"Well Sir a message of intent to view would be sent here the Vigliaturo Civica, by messenger, which would then be given to the Maestro, he would the consult our Senior Journeyman on what pieces require his skilled hands, then he would send a return messenger to you with an invitation to visit and consult as you may.

Excuse me please, I will return shortly to answer questions."

While the man is absent the Page looks to the heavens for some type of aid, then begins to look at the various glass works.

There are many sculpted pieces, vases, high necked bottles and decanters, in the classic blue glass, with various hues of blue, there are animals of all kinds, some even fantastical, even creatures of the sea, birds of many types, small to large, such as eagles. And there are horse figures.

There are mnay glass inserts as for doors, windows and a series of tankards, cups, goblets and even a kettle.

When the page rolls her eyes, Rogar chuckles "oh, come now Haviria. I'm not that bad, am I? This is my first time as a visiting notable and I'm still figuring things out. You thought perhaps I had already made such arrangements? My apologies for that." Rogar takes note of the inserts, seeing what colors and hues these makers have the range for.

Page Haviria swivels her head back to the Knight.

"I was not referr- _ah-- Blame is not solely yours Sir Rogar.

What I witnessed, we witnessed, is the power of the Guild in the face of--, that might be overstating my ire.

This is what can happen when the proper etiquette is not observed. No one would dare impersonate a Court Page."

The glass panels are of many colors, absent is red and purple, the fold is especially rich and deep.

They have scalloped bias relief in corners, otherwise, when looked st by itself seem unremarkable.

It is some time before the man returns, when he does return he carries a high fluted glass container in the shape of a large thick bodied fish that has no scales, in it is a liquid of deep red.

"My apologies I was caught off guard at your arrival.

I am Senior Calathiform Journeyman Bradic Abrebrottone. The Maestro will be present soon.
What brings you to Vigliaturo Civica today?"

Rogar informs the Page "I heard no slight to your identity. Once you identified yourself as a Page, he was cooperative. He never averred that you are not who you proclaimed. But as an apprentice, he is in the unenviable position of handling unexpected visits. Now that I know the proper protocol, these minor errors can be rectified." Rogar looks over the pieces with interest. When the journeyman introduces himself, the knight says "Good morning, Bradic, my name is Rogar. Some gentlemen I escorted from the west have commissions to look into colored glass to form the main windows of churches. They seek a variety of panels for multicolored art to depict the blue gods. While they take care of other business, they asked me to look at whatever establishments I could find in Sarkund. Your place came recommended."

"A good morning to you Master Rogar.

Well someone discerning and well informed on the highest skilled glass crafting in Sarkund sent you to us. Let is see how your ideas can be crafted."

What follows next is a trip through a series of galleries, then to tables over which line sketches are measured and notes on color and other things are made.  Then a tour of the kilns, all cold, the kilns that are in use are avoided. Then to a raised platform, by way of glass stairs, to see the craftsman at work with fire red, yellow, orange glowing glass that is turned, measured and strange tools are used upon, with words, and short barks of orders all timed to the color and molten nature of the glass.

Rogar is mostly quiet, observing and making note of the colors they manufactured. He asks "What would be the best way to transport a colored window art to, say, Celbaria? Overland or by sea? Can a thin gilded framework be made part of the design so that individual panels and panes can be shipped and packed separately, and assembled at the destination?"

"I can refer you to any number of dreyage houses or teamsters who could build such a framework.
We do not provide that service.

I have heard our pieces delivered as far West as Vestria in crates packed with custom supports and wool.

To Celbaria, were I to judge, ship be the best, but where to put to road? Aarn and then back may be longer, the City of Fortunes does have ways to move cargo fast and safe, though it costs.
Or land in the City of Scales, longer trip by road, cheaper."
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Rogar pulls out his journal and pens a few notes. He says "thank you, you've been most helpful. I shall have a messenger sent to schedule an appointment when my employers have time to view your products themselves." Rogar waits to meet the Maestro. While he waits, he asks the Page "Haviria, have we time for visiting one of the others as well?"
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"I have enjoyed our exchange as well. Let me check on the Maestro."

The man exits out a door into the back of the building.

Seeing an opportunity to visit a verbal spur back to her charge, "Oh I doubt we will have any time left. Maestro's are known for being very detailed and full of descriptive power over their art and craft, we will lucky to return by dusk."

The Page seems very interested in the glass sculptures of water animals.

Some time later the door opens and the visitor is beckoned to join the man. There is a small walk and then introductions.

"Maestro Lupuedo Mehastucci this is Master Rogar, a guest of the Court of Sarkund."

The Maestro is a older man, past middle aged, not yet old. He is shorter than Rogar, white hair, long and bound up in a glass piece of some kind. His eyes are brown and seem to concentrate easily. Leather smock, heavy short sleeve shirt, no gloves his hands are rough and thick as are his forearms, trousers are over his boots.

"Welcome Master Rogar. I understand you are looking for pieces or a large piece for a temple.

Tell me, what do you envision and have you seen any of our craft that is near what you need?"

The Maestro extends a hand to shake.

Rogar chuckles. "A slight misapprehension has occurred. The gentlemen I escorted from Celbaria are the ones seeking to acquire art pieces for the temple in the form of colored glass windows depicting the Blue Gods. I was their escort and guard. They had bid me to seek out prominent glassworks in Sarkund for their review while they attend to other business. Once I have completed my assessment of who can fulfill their requirements, appointments will be made for them to present their specifics."
Rogar shakes the offered hand. "From the artistry and operation your journeyman has shown me, I think my employers will be most pleased with Vigliaturo Civica." Rogar shoots a glance at Haviria. Pluck and a cynical wit..... I think I like this one he thinks.
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"Pleased? Allow me to show you our craft floor and the polishing floor, the opportunity yo move your estimate to treasured.

Come, what do you imagine the most difficult process is for we humble glass artisans?"

What follows is an animated explanation, in broad strokes, of the process of purity, sorting and weights of, proportions of, agents and materials. As a point of pride the Maestro mixes in the names of business', Nobles, Royals, all who have purchased pieces from the Vigliaturo Civica .

The pride he takes in introductions of various Guild members, knowing them by name, their years of apprenticeship and generally on their skills, all taught to them, of course, by the Maestro.

A firmer grasp of the process and a look at current pieces of glass panels, and panes their size and the process of smoothing and crafting corners.

Loathe to lengthen the conversation more than needed, Rogar answers "most difficult? I would imagine either a purity process or glassblowing to achieve a sphere strong enough to withstand handling." When he gets a chance, he sidles up next to Haviria and says in a low voice "can you make excuses so we can leave before the morning is completely used up?"

"_{What and deny you the education of the Maestro? I could never}"

The Page steps forward, "Maestro, I apologize, I have a very strict schedule of the Court to obey, even though Master Rogar objects, I must insist that the Crown's pleasure be of th e highest priority. I must take Master Rogar from you now sadly.

With the expert guidance I received, you will have a request for a visitation as soon as the Crown will allow."

Obeying the social graces the Page guides Rogar out and back to the city.

"One more?"

Rogar responds "certainly. Berengo or Sargaso? Whichever is closest." He takes a sip from his water skin and adds "adroitly handled, Haviria. Tell me, is it allowed to request of the Chamberlain that a particular page be assigned to a guest as a permanent aide?"

To the compliment the Page nods her head in silent acknowledgement.

"It is allowed. The Chamberlain is well within her rights to assign Pages as Aides.
I have heard of requests, I have never known this Chamberlain to grant them.

I think Sargaso Glasswerk is the better choice. Better to send a request and have a set agreement than waste your day, though it be only a bit farther."

With perhaps more an eye on increasing their pace, the Page sets a pace that is a step faster than a walk.

The city moves by and now later than day break, the streets are dull of goods, carts, oxen, dogs, children and mariners of all sorts. The streets seem to defy order.

Then Page Haviria stops Rogar, looks him up and down, then brushes dust off of him, adjusts his clothes and makes him as presentable as possible before indicating Sargaso Glasswerk.

No barred door here, just heat and the smell of wet sheep's wool?
There are counters with display cases, of glass, holding many miniature figurines, even a glass house, a series of glass shapes and al with colors mixed with glass items that hold bronze figures in them or near the surface. Plenty of bowls, cups, jars with bronze bottoms or bronze scales set in them in cunning ways.

Soon a younger man wearing a heavy leather smock approaches, "Have you an order waiting Sir?"

The Page steps over, "Master Rogar is a visitor to our State. The Crown has taken an interest in seeing that his fascination with our glass artisans is satisfied.
Might he speak with a member of Sargaso Glasswerk who knows what is possible to craft with glass?"

The man looks over to one side and then back to the Knight.
"I believe I have just the person, would you care to come back with me and wait while I can see if he is available?  Would you care for something to drink?"

After the answer he takes the pair into a quieter section of the building in an area where there are many pieces of glass art to examine, walking to obtain what is needed.

Rogar accepts a drink and asks Haviria is she wants something as well. While the workman is away, Rogar quietly questions Haviria "what have you heard of Berengo to pronounce Sargaso as a better choice?"

"<sub>I have heard it is known that Maestro Berengo has lost his skill, he has turned his efforts into drinking every cask of wine in Sarkund.

His students are skilled, they carry on and shield the Maestro from public claiming various artistic research and experiments in glass making. The pieces made by the studio are clear high craftsmanship, nobles do not want to be associated with a failed Maestro</sub>."

Rogar does reflect as he sips, the red wine is a tasty vintage.

Rogar ruminates and responds in kind "so he might be agreeable to a lower price than Sargaso if the local nobles shun his business. As long as the studio produces high quality, I doubt my charges care about whether the maestro no longer has talented hands." He paused, then asks "Tell me about yourself, Haviria. Are you a ward of the Court, or do you have family in Sarkund?"
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Haviria nods in agreement about the suggestion of price.

"I have family. Father works as a tailor, when a Lord he knows said there was an opening for a Page, Father suggested me, the Lord gave his blessing, I became a Page.

I have been a Page since my tenth year. I have known Chamberlain Recera Castellin since I started, though I heard stories of the previous from older pages, these last three years.

I have met many Ladies and Lords and have found service both rewarding and challenging.

Soon though my time will end as Page and I am unsure what there will be for me."

Rogar responds "you have wit and a good way with people. I'm sure something will turn up. A pity I'm on the other side of the League. I could use a squire, and nearly half of our Order is female, knights included."

The man returns and asks that you follow him.

When followed, he leads the pair out to where furnaces are being stoked and a three men are working on a piece of molten glass. There are tools, a table and the man holding a long metal pole with the glass at its end.

The man bows and speaks to the man holding the rod that has the glass, now black in the furnace.

"Master Vinceri, may I introduce Master Rogar,  a guest of the crown who is interested in the making of our pieces."

Te man looks to Rogar, sizes him up, then back to his men, makes motions with his hands and pulls the molten glass and the shaping begins.

In a demonstration of skill, art and teamwork glass is shaped, molten part are clipped, the table is used as are wet rags, the pair are shifted in order to see the work develop. In what seems like scant minutes, a three masted ship, wit sails, the size of a small dog is crafted.

Details in the sails, the beam work, the planks, the rudder, wheel, rigging, prow and maidenhead.

The man who was addressed as Master Vinceri, turns when done, performs a gesture of wide arms around the ship, as if to say 'simple as that', he then walks aways as if there is nothing more to say.

Rogar only says "my goodness, that's impressive." He moves closer to take in the detailed work and issues a low whistle. He says "I take it that historic scenes or icons of the blue gods are possible as well?" He looks over at Haviria to get her reaction.

"Sargaso Glasswerk will take on any challenge, any scene, historic, personal, imagined, our craft is second to none. We have created many such concerning the High Faith, icons and depictions of all manner of acts by the Blue Gods.

In fact to see our work, commissioned by Princess Rebecix herself, it is on display at the Temple to Faya she is building."

Haviria tried to stat her expression form being anything other than neutral, once Rogar bent and moved closer, she did as well and the mask cracked as she points out details of the hatches and the maiden form bowsprit.

Rogar gets the impression he could easily tip her into a grin if he said anything positive

Rogar says "Fine detail, indeed. Almost seems ready to set sail." The knight jots some notes in his journal to present later. "The churchmen need to see this for themselves. I will request an appointment when their schedules are free."

Haviria smiles and reaches out to touch it, then stops herself.

The Journeyman nods at the comment saying nothing in response, waiting for a question or action from the guests.

Rogar asks "how would you handle an order shipped to Celbaria? Shipped whole, or in pieces to be assembled upon delivery? For a large window scene, for instance?" Rogar smiles at Haviria, knowing the same temptation himself.

"Taking it apart and shipping each piece packed on its own . Then it would require a Journeyman to accompany the pieces in order to assemble and install them .

Each piece must be wrapped and placed in a crate. By ship would be best, then by a good wagon on good well worn road."

Rogar nods. "My thoughts exactly. When my employers are ready to see your art for themselves, we will send a message to set up a meeting. Thank you for your time and hospitality." Rogar indicates to Haviria that they must be on their way back to the castle.

The Page makes all manner of required politeness and then leads the knight back to the castle.

Far more business on the streets now, more smells, more trade, more calls, bells and conversations.

Page Haviria navigates it all and finds some roundabout ways, clearly making sure they avoid certain parts of the city. More Constables carrying clubs, twirling them, talking to shop owners.

Then to quieter parts of the city and then to the Castle outer gate then Inner Gate where the Minister is waiting with his Page and a small satchel over his shoulder.

The Minister greets the Knight when he comes through the gate and up to him.

"Ah, th early bird gets the worm eh? Getting a start on our search?"

"For glassworks, aye." Rogar replies. He thanks Haviria for the morning's outings, then says "same time tomorrow. We check into Berengo and any other producer you might know about." He takes a swig of beer from his waterskin and asks the Minister "what reaction of the three residences we noted yesterday? Any feedback?"

Haviria nods in agreement and is on her way.

"Yes, the Seneschal was happy with those choices... for a second choice if we can not find a City residence that fits all the requirements.

If that sounds like disappointment, it is as close as you ever will hear form the Seneschal.

We continue the search and do our best.

What have you learned of the glass Guilds?"

He gestures to the Page and the trio walk into the city of Sarkund

"I have been made aware of three glassmakers in Sarkund, but there may be others. Vigliaturo Civica, the Berengo Studio, and the Sargaso Glasswerk. I visited the Civica, and while they have excellent pieces they are somewhat rigid in dealing with outsiders. Had I not a Page along they would have turned me away, demanding that I set up an appointment first. I also visited the Sargaso Glasswerk. Lovely artwork and stunning skills anong both maestros and journeymen. Much more accomodating to new customers, even ones that are just browsing. As a point of Pride they point out that they are filling a commission for their Princess for a temple she is having constructed. Although I have not yet visited Berengo Studios, I have heard that their business is shunned by local nobles merely because the maestro is losing his touch. But it occurs to me that if they are hard up for business, you might be able to bargain a lower price. As ling as the journeymen and apprentices can keep making quality product, does it really matter if the maestro cannot use his hands for delicate work anymore?"

"And so.. a good thing to know. Here Glass Guilds are as Celbarian vintners.

All very full of themselves, and why not? As Celbaria is known to most for the best vintages in all of the League, I imagine there is a healthy rivalry between.., what do they call themselves. Maestros?

Now that I have been here, I have noticed our accents are quite noticeable to the Sarkundy.

Well done, we certainly can impress many and able to inform one when she arrives.

Now, I am understanding many of the residences we shall see today may not have existing stables, just keep in mind they can be built. Have you enough knowledge of stables to direct craftsman here to build one?"

Rogar responds "I should be able to. If I have questions I can consult Master Quinon of the stables outside the castle." He walks next to the Minister, adding "add the stable ourselves! Why couldn't I think of that? It lessens the burden of our needs, so long as there is room enough for the addition."

The day is spent searching for a residence. The Page navigates the various areas of the city.

Many candidates are noted by the minister, many questions asked, opinions from Rogar on what may be possible and what there is room for.  More notes taken.

The sun sets on the pair returning to the castle and the Minister thanks Rogar for his aid and his advice. The Minister believes they have more good candidates for a residence..

Rogar speaks to the guard at the entrance, saying "I wish to speak with Master Quinon at the stables before returning. Will you inform the right people so I can enter a bit later?" Once that bit of info is passed on, Rogar walks over to the stables and asks for the stable master. He asks politely if the Master needed permits or official documents before he could add stalls to the stables. And whether he could recommend a good carpenter. He explains to the stable master that they were seeking a residence in the city, one that could accommodate their mounts. And if they found a desirable one that lacked stables, the plan was to commission their own stables.

The Guards make sure to send the proper notices and inform Rogar he will be allowed t pass when he identifies himself.

Quinon is happy to see Rogar,  then answers the questions thusly; He would need permission from the Master of Horses, to review what change was be by made.

Quinon  does know a carpenter who has done both work in this stable and other residences within Sarkund and out in the manors. Rejauro Onidacci, he lives near the Blossom Gate and f you would like he can send a messenger to summon him when ever is convenient.
Argus is fine shape and the Master of Horses will be in morning to review Argus' legs.

Rogar records the information and thanks Quinon. He returns to the gate and announced himself to enter. Once within, he proceeds to his room, where he looks for any notes left for him. He also looks for the added journal he was promised. He sends notes to the kitchen (to have a meal brought up) and to the Chamberlain (requesting Page Haviria be assigned to Rogar during his stay).

There are no messages that await the Knight. The journal is not present.

A Page takes the message to the kitchen and returns with more food than Rogar could possibly eat, though there are many tasty dishes, served with a bottle of a red wine that is just mellow sunshine.

After the meal a note comes from the Chamberlian.

Sir Rogar, Order of the Swan

I am heartened to read that Page Haviria has so ablely
performed her duties that you ask to have her retained
for the duration of your stay.

Page Haviria is almost at the end of her duties to the
Castle and I would see learn as much as possible from as
many as she will meet in these last rewarding days we
have to be with her.

It is with a heavy heart that I can not permit her to
be retained by one guest, as distinguished as that
honored guest is.

Chamberlain Recera Castellini
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Rogar pulls out his writing supplies and pens a note before sitting down to his meal.
The letter reads



Lord Chancellor Recena Castillini,

I understand the concern that Page Haviria
be allowed to make as many contacts and
learn as much as she is able to improve her
chances at another position after leaving
the Court's employ. Would it be possible to
meet her parents? I have a potential suggestion
to make for her post-court prospects, but
feel I should ask her parents first.
Would that be possible?

Sir Rogar
Knight of the Order of the Swan.
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A letter of reply is brought within the hour.

Sir Rogar, Order of the Swan

We in Sarkund appreciate zeal and offers take on a different tone
when delivered in person, instead of a written correspondence.

At this time, given Page Haviria's exemplary conduct, permission
is granted to contact her parents only by written message.

After a correspondence of three exchanges, then I will
reconsider a meeting in person.

Chamberlain Recera Castellini

Rogar considers what he would write to Haviria's parents, then decides to hold off until the next evening. In the morning he would pose a question to the page to see if she was even remotely interested. In the meantime he takes his second journal with him and walks into the hallway. He flags down a Page, asking to be conveyed to the office of the Lord Marshall, Count Fandorles-Edevivace. He makes note of the location on his map and key, then asks the Page if he can call on the Lord Marshall, or whether he needs to pen a request for a meeting.

"Sir, I require a written letter from the Lord Marshal, stating an invitation to visit, to conduct you to his Office."

The Page is nervous, but knows his duty.

Rogar nods. 'Well, that answers one question. A moment." he says as he enters his chamber and pens a note.


Lord Marshall,
Have you time this evening for a meeting?
I have a few questions and requests, and
as a visitor to this castle I have no wish
to commit a social gaffe. If you are busy
this evening, we can schedule for another
evening. None of these questions are of
an urgent nature, so do not feel unduly
pressured. I await your response.

Sir Rogar,
Knight of the Order of the Swan.

.He passes the note to the page.
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A Page returns some time later that evening.

Sir Rogar, Knight of the Order of the Swan

The Office of the Lord Marshal has received
your request and it is on record.

At this time the Lord Marshal is at full
exercise of his office and us currently
unavailable for an appointment.

With an explanation of your queries, this
Office can suggest a surrogate who would be
available and capable of answering your
questions to all fulsomeness.

Office of Lord Marshal Perthi da Harcollo

Rogar pens a message, then relaxes with a cup of wine.


Office of the Lord Marshall,

I do not know when we are returning to Celbaria.
As such, I must plan for our return. Given that,
I do not wish my fighting edge to dull. I seek
permission to use the training facilities and
sales of the 1st regiment while I am here. In
addition, since discovering several drakine
along the way I fervently wish to have something
more substantial than leather armor when I
retake the field. To that end I wish to meet
the Master of Forges to discuss whether he
can provide me better protection, for a fee
of course. Can these requests be accommodated?

Sir Rogar
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A Page returns later with a reply

Sir Rogar, Knight of the Order of the Swan

This is to inform you that the 1st Regiment is
currently performing training and sales for the
Spring season. To that end there is no possibility
for use use of any training or sale while they
are in training. Once the 1 st is done training you
may apply again for use of that training area.

The proper person to petition for review and contact
with the Forge Master is the Seneschal of the Court
of Sarkund, Seneschal Thendus di Torsi. The Seneschal
alone may grant permission of a foreign dignitary.

Office of Lord Marshal Perthi da Harcollo

Rogar records these names in his journal and settles for exercising in his room until it is time to retire for the night. It seemed that his availability for the Social Calendar was becoming more and more a certainty, damn the luck.

The room is ill suited and comparatively small to what Rogar is used to. Already Rogar can feel the effects of lassitude.

The morning comes and there is a knock on the door.

When Rogar answers, he discovers a new Page.

"Sir, I am Page Vazoric Nurnolzi, I am here to conduct you to various Glass Guilds that are in the city. I am given to understand we are to return by noon.  Correct?"

The page is a young man, dressed well and stands at attention. It appears he has some martial training to Rogar's eye.

Rogar nods. "Correct. I wish to start with Berengo Studios. Do you know of any other glass crafters in the city?" Rogar asks the Page to wait while he finishes getting dressed. On the way out they grab a hot loaf from the dining hall or kitchen before departing.

"Sir, I know many glass makers location in the city."

Rogar responds "very good. Berengo first, then bring me to makers in the area. The project is a temple window or two in multiple colors. If they cannot handle such a request, we can eliminate them from consideration."

A visit to a nearby hall, means obtaining what Rogar asks for.

Page Vazoric walks like a boy who has done a march and maybe even some drills, his stride is even and regular.

The passage out of the gates was handled with deference to the guards and takes longer than likely it should.

In the city the Page keeps a steady pace and also, stops for women, helps the infirm, and scolds/plays with children that engage them on the street. The Page is stiff and his demeanor, while polite, has a certain officiousness to it.

As the city comes more busy and the sun rises, the way becomes more crowded with peoples, wagons, commerce, as before, the Page seems more intent on looking around and often moves to one side or the other of Rogar.

Then the Page gestures to a medium sized building with short stacks on the roof, and made with very intricately carved wood beams, pillars and siding.

The door is unlocked, it opens easily inside there is no display cases or room of sample works.
Instead there are men in smocks, heavy shoes being aided by boys and girls, with what appears to be a mixture of practical experience and instruction.

No one pays any attention to the pair and no one comes over to greet them, though some do see the pair standing there.

When they arrive at the building, Rogar remarks "you look as though you've had arms training.  Nobleman's son, perhaps? So, this is Berengo Studios? "


Once inside, Rogar waits for one minute. After that minute has passed, he approaches one of the men and asks "who is in charge here?"

The Page takes a moment and looks around, orients his position.

"This is Berengo Studios."

The man whom Rogar approaches stops, "Do you have a delivery?"

Reassessing who Rogar may or may not be, "What do you need?"
There is a tinge of annoyance to his voice.

Rogar responds "I travelled from Celbaria with some men representing the temples. They seek to install large glass murals in place of windows. I am here to ascertain which glassworks are capable of filling such an order."

"How big? Do you artist drawings of the pieces in question?"

The hears something, looks back to the working area, then back.

Rogar shakes his head. "They have the details. Honestly? I was their guard. I was the one dealing with drakine, leomachis, and wild horses on our journey. I'm makingyself useful while they address other issues. So I just want to know if you can handle that kind of order."

In a matter of fact way, the answers and moves on about his work.

"When they bring the details, we can take a look."

Rogar looks at the Page, shrugs, then asks "who will be speaking for Berengo Studios?" Rogar studies the Page, lining up his observations against the rumor of Noble families shunning Berengo Studios.

To the raised voice to his back, "Anyone who is here." is said with  a half turned head in Rogar's direction.

Rogar smiles. "No nonsense! How refreshing. Now I know why this place was recommended." He turns to address the Page. "Lead on, young man. Show me to the next glassworks in your portfolio. I have already visited Sargaso and Vigliaturo Civica, so I seek someplace new.

The acknowledges his orders and turns to then aid Rogar in his visitation to other glass works.

Rhyme Glass, Fedario-Inzessori, Sarkund Sculpture, Stormwind Glass, the Glass Blade, Berat Waters Kilns, Major's Piped Glass and Maestra Saverrai.

All these places are much the same as you have seen, they hold different people, they say different things, they all seem using the dame techniques, nothing seems to make any of them stand out from the others.

Everyone is pleasant, polite. If there is a difference Rogar can reflect on, it is the fire in the eyes for the craft. Not everyone had that.

The Page would remind Rogar that he has an appointment, though out of deference, by the time he reminds Rogar, Rogar will already be late.

Rogar grimaces at the realization that he was late, then instructs the Page to join him in a jog, increasing his foot speed to get back to the castle faster. As he lopes towards the castle, he muses that Haviria was more aware of the time constraints and had warned him in advance. This Page left something to be desired.

The loping pace does move them faster, though at times the Page has to stop to gain his bearings.

Arriving at the Outer Gate, the Page has to catch his breath, the guards pass them through and the Minister and his Page are already waiting, speaking to each other referring to pages of notes.

"Sir Rogar, you have found a way to exercise?" His demeanor is one of mixed wry wit and hlf pleased to see the Knight.

"Inadvertently so, My Lord" Rogar says with humorous grace. He turns to the Page that was his escort, thanking him for the day's service. When the Page has left, Rogar says to the Minister "I shall have to petition the Chamberlain for a specific Page, it seems. Tell me, how hard is it to petition the Court here? If I wish permission to wear my armor I must make such a petition." He looks to see if the Minister has the same Page that had accompanied them on the other mornings.

The Minister looks around to see what Rogar is looking at.

"Shall we talk as we are about our duty?

I have not yet tested those waters. We have busy preparing for the Princess to arrive.
Many factors play into a Petition, we have built no introduction or Court presence, and I have requested law books from the Master of Letters, there has been, as of this morning no reply.

I would have to read the law books, consult with some nobles, none of whom I have met socially, discover any advice they have then go to Court to request a date in Court for the petition to be heard, I would have to have the Petition written and have a copy prepared, reviewed and approved, assuming there is no commission, mistake or transcribed error, if there is, then the petition would be refused and a new petition created and the process repeated until it passed.
Then we wait for a date to be set and all that has to be then argued orally is there are any objections form Court. To argue in Court, assuming there is an objection, only a Person of standing can speak in Court. That means a Noble of sufficient standing.

There is more,however I will not bore you with the details."

The Minister looks to gauge the Knight's reaction.

As Rogar looks, yes it is the same Page that has been with them each day of their residence search.

Rogar grimaces. "I see...... I too have made an inquiry of the Master of Letters, on the night of our arrival. As yet I have had no response. It sounds as if you and I need to build political and social capital before making any such requests." He coughs quietly, then adds "Officially, I am unaware of the arrival of the Princess. I was cautioned not to speak of it. How is she arriving? Need we worry about her crossing drakine-infested lands?"
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The Minister slows and allows the Page to walk ahead, then quietly to the Knight.

"_{The Seneschal is expecting a letter, none has arrived. When it does I imagine we will be summoned and told of it. Where ever the Princess is, I think there are many to safeguard her}."

Rogar nods. "And so we continue. Managed to squeeze in quite a few glassworks this morning. Not many could handle a temple order from my observations. Oh, and I found out that building an adjunct stables requires the approval of the Master of Horses. I also got the name of the carpenter who builds the expansions of the stables when need be, he would have the knowledge of what is required."

"That is... The Princess may want to visit a Glass works while she is here, now you have the experience to guide her."

Well then, it seems we need to satisfy a few other requirements and perhaps today is the day we find a residence that the Seneschal can approve.

Many residences are visited, inspected inside and out. Many features appear promising.

The day of visits to empyu residences comes to a conclusion and the pair return to the castle.

Rogar asks "shall we dine in the dining hall before you make your presentations to the Seneschal? I daresay you will need the energy." If the minister agrees, they go together. Else, Rogar chooses to dine in the hall. Afterwards, when he gets to his room he pens a note to the Chamberlain.


The note reads



Lord Chamberlain,
 I request another Page for the morning,
but I am seeking a cartographer. I
understand that there is one whose shop
lays in the vicinity of the docks. And
if possible, could it be Page Haviria?
The Page I had today, though knowledgeable,
was a bit stiff. But I see he has had
some training as well, so that might
account for it. In any case, I seek to
visit a cartographer in the morning.
Thank you for your help.

 Sir Rogar
Knight of the Order of the Swan

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The Minister excuses himself from going to the hall, citing the need of work and explaining the days's examinations of residences to the Seneschal.

Rogar enters the Hall, is met by a Steward who attends to his meal, serving it to him and wine.
There are many low conversations, some jovial conversations. There are no other persons sitting by themselves, most are at tables with four or more persons, Lords and Ladies.

In his room a letter is penned, and a Page takes it to be delivered.

Some time later, a knock at his door that Rogar is beginning to identify as a Page, there is a return letter.


Sir Rogar, Knight of the Order of the Swan

You have correctly identified the location of a cartographer.
That Office is located within the Naval administration building.

However a visit to that Office is not within the Office of the
Chamberlain to grant. You would have to petition the Office
of Lord Admiral Cescua de Crondirossi.

I new Page will be assigned. Page Haviria has other duties and is
not available on the morrow.

It is the highest goal of this Office to help guests of the King.

Office of the Lord Chamberlain

Rogar writes another note to the Chamberlain. He exercises in his room while awaiting a response.

Lord Chamberlain,
Will a note delivered by Page be sufficient
to submit a Petition to the Lord Admiral,
or is there someone else I need contact?

Also, is it allowed to write notes to be
delivered to a Page of the Court?

Sir Rogar.
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Again, some time later a knock with a replt letter

Sir Rogar, Knight of the Order of the Swan

Petitions are formerly accepted by the Court during official
business, overseen by the Seneschal of Sarkund. Once that
Petition has been granted, a written note may be delivered
citing the business of the granted petition.

The office of the Chamberlain has a duty to deliver any letter
from a guest to any other person within the castle. Be that a
Page or any other person other than Royal. The Office of the
Seneschal of Sarkund alone handles messages to Royal persons.

Office of the Lord Chamberlain

Rogar thinks for a moment, then pens a final letter for the night. After finishing, he sends it off with a page.




Lord Chamberlain,
Perhaps I am going about this in the wrong fashion.
So perhaps I should tell you what I seek, and you
can advise the proper course. Having just traveled
the breadth of the Tornathian League, I desire to
acquire an overland map of the League, showing the
positions of the varied city-states, and a key to
measure approximate distances. I do not know if
such a thing exists, but I would like to acquire
a copy of such a map. Can you advise me?

Sir Rogar
Knight of the Order of the Swan

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Later as Rogar prepares for bed, a knock and a Page with a reply.


Sir Rogar, Knight of the Order of the Swan

The most sound advice that van be rendered
consult with the Master of Letters.

Office of the Lord Chamberlain

Rogar thanks the page and bids him good night. Rogar puts away the note and prepares for rest. When he is awakened the next morning, he dresses and heads to the kitchens to grab a loaf and a bottle of wine to break his fast before venturing out.

When Rogar steps out of his apartment door there is a young page, a boy, appearing within his first dozen years.

"Good Morning Sir. I am Page Jovisso Erkugocci. How may I serve?"

Rogar asks "I wish to visit the docks and find the office of the cartographer. I also wish to find where outdoor equipment is sold, as well as weapons. If we must trek back overland I wish to be better prepared." Rogar has already placed 30 gold damarchs in his belt pouch for the morning's excursions. He adds "I must also be returned to the inner bailey by noon for a meeting with a minister."

"All that can be done if we hurry.

Do you include any horse equipment or is it just equipment for encampment?

First of course will be the Office s of the Navy."

The Page orders the locations as they walk in a marched pace.

"Sir, are there any... esoteric requests for encampment or is this common, yet well made,
Equipment?"

Rogar matches the pace. "I was thinking general equipment. An extra length of strong rope or cord, some materials for snares and wire alarms, firemaking in wet conditions, that sort of thing. Oh, you make me think that saddle oil might be needed as well. Navigation aids, too. I think to start we may be browsing while I make notes of what will likely be needed if the quality and prices are to my liking. So the cartographer is located inside the Office of the Navy?"

"My understanding is that the Offices of the Navy employ cartographers. That office is inside the Naval Offices of the Navy's shipbuilding yard.

I have visited the shipyards, though I know of the mapmakers, I have never been to that specific Office.

Then after the Naval Offices, I think there is a shop I know of run by Redelio Gryarnocci, a man who has seen more of Sarkund than any other.

What you may not find there, you find at a small place I know of run by Viepho Hillbraid. She is a Half folk but very knowledgeable, and in her youth, well traveled."

The Page moves well, like messengers that Rogar has seen in Celbaria. A lot more alleys and side passages than either of the previous Pages.
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Rogar nods. "Very well, it sounds like you know this city very well. And like messengers you know shortcuts to avoid overly trafficked areas."

To Rogar's statement, the Page nods in silent agreement.

Through the city it is clear Page Jovisso makes decisions for speed over comfort.

The pair do startle a few residents who normally do not see Pages and their charges, it causes a bit of a stir, just in their wake.

Ending up at the docks and then the main thoroughfare that leads to the Naval docks. It is a large area and there are low walls and a gate with guards, but they are not city guards.  Nor are they Constables. The men at the gate are navy mariners.

On the trip over it is possible to catch a glimpse of the Naval yard, the open sands with giant cradles for ships in states of construction, from bare bones to half done. There are buildings, one three story and two two story buildings located on the far West side and North side of the shipyard.
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Rogar addresses the mariners. "Good morning. I am Sir Rogar, a guest at the castle, as this Page can attest to. Would it be possible to pay my respects to the cartographer, and view examples of his artistry?"

"Sir, unless you are a Naval Officer or a Naval Ship builder or can produce a Writ of Authority granted by the Sarkund Navy, no entrance is allowed."

The tone is matter of fact and the guard is at ease.

Rogar responds "I see. Tell me, are there any cartographers in the city that are not on Naval grounds?" It was starting to sound like a visit to Mr Redelio was next.

The guard who just spoke looks back to the other, who shakes his head, then turns back to te pair.

"To my knowledge, there are no map makers in Sarkund."

Rogar shakes his head. "A pity. I don't suppose there are hunters or messengers guilds in the city which might have overland maps, whether local or League-wide?" Rogar turns to the Page. "Can you bring me to master Recelio, then?"

The Navy Guards, " A guild of... perhaps an informal one, no Gild I ever heard of for hunters."

The Page, "Yes Sir." At a quickened pace, the Page heads back to the main street that runs to the docks, then deviates and begins a pattern of streets and alleys and with as sure footed a step as the Knight has seen. Again, a bit of a stir as they pass and at one point then the Page believes that he has out paced his charge, he moves to grab... surprised when his charge is both aware of his position, easily brushing the hand away and motioning for the way to start again.

The Page bows in apology and starts again.  Rogar can read city  life, this area is poor and on the edge of being undesirable for crime reasons, yet the subjects here all seem happy, plenty of cooking smells and many people at this time of day, eating, snacking, pies are out to cool on banisters or small tables,  Dogs run around with children.

At one point the pair come to unremarkable residence with a stair up one side to a second story.
There are places for four different entries on the ground floor, not unusual for four different apartments.

The Page goes up the stairs and then to the single door that the stairs lead to. The door is iron  bound with a small ornate miniature opening, closed but with a decorative pattern desihm of holes, closed, in the middle of the door, not at the top.


The Page knocks in a clearly designed rhythm.

A strong voice from the inside can be hear, saying something in a low tone. Then th esound of clicking, then the sound of a quick series of small inhales.

"Is that you Jovi, do you have someone with you?"

"Yes, he is interested, perhaps.. in surveying your goods, perhaps more."

"Ah.. it is a good day to hear that."

The door is unbolted, unlatched and some other kind of sound.

The Page waits a minute, and then pushes open the heavy door,  bracing and using both hands.

What is seen inside is at first, hard to discern.  There are now two burning lanterns, no windows that are not shuttered. A big man is just reaching an oversized, over stuffed chair.

His trousers are plain homespun and the knees are swollen to gigantic proportions. Clearly he has trouble even moving. his ankles and the feet are swollen , it is hard to tell with the bound clothes that wrap them in thick wool with leather straps.

Beyond the man there is an average sized dog, all black, a kind of hinting water dog that the Knight has often seen hunters use to retrieve birds or small animals.

The rest of the floor as had all of the walls removed and there are glass cases everywhere, with trophies of animals, skeletons, weapons, many things the Knight cannot see until his eyes adjust. There are carpets here, both on the floor and on the walls.

To the untrained eye it looks cluttered and spread out without a hint of organization, only with the right, skilled eyes could, perhaps, a pattern be seen.

"Welcome back Jovi.. you may claim your reward.

Welcome to you Master. I am Redelio Gryarnocci, late of the King's Master of the Hunt.
I have stalked every kind of game to be found in Sarkund, and perhaps a little farther.

I have tracked every winged, hooved, clawed, footed and finned creature over terrain that would make Brandon the Guiding Hand nod in appreciation.

What can a humble old man do for you?"

The older man reaches aout a hand to shake from where he sits.

Rogar reaches out to shake the offered hand. He says "I recently traveled from Celbaria to Sarkund by an overland route. Anticipating that I may return the same way, I am seeking maps. Both local and League-wide. But hearing of your experience, perhaps there is something else you can tell me. Just a few days before arriving here, I encountered a leomachis. He seemed friendly enough but I know nothing of the species. Perhaps you do?"

The older man leans back into his overstuffed chair, which creaks.

"Perhaps. Maps? Maps are unreliable, what you really want is a guide, an able scout who knows the lands to the dried stream, to the curve of hills and the roots of trees old and new.

No one worth the sense the Blue Gods gave us, uses a map. They are unreliable and no measure of distance, and they do not change with the seasons or from the large movements of the land.

I do not know Celbaria or why you trust anything scribbled on vellum, here in Sarkund, trust experience.

You will find I do not trade in maps. Perhaps something else will  appeal?"

The Page returns from elsewhere, he is nibbling on a sweet, one with a pungent sweet smell unfamiliar to the Knight.

Rogar asks "information, perhaps? Do you know anything about creatures with the body of a lion, but the head, torso, and arms of a man? Or what might be ancient, yet eats its own shell, and within days of its birth can fly and be spotted from 40 miles away?"

The older man leans forward puts a left hand on the arm rest for balance.

"I have heard a word or two about such territorial creatures.

I see you are a man used to giving orders. No thought about exchange only about your need.
You are from the other side of the League. Of what possible use is asking questions about many would think an imaginary creature or asking me a riddle out of the First Epoch, you think your need to know is greater than the the need for secrecy?"

"A riddle from the first epoch? Why do you say that? I can understand keeping a secret as to not panic the public, but such secrecy may have already cost a score of lives, and may cost many more."

"This is all, pieces on a board. You can see some pieces.. do you see them all? All the moves that can be made?

I expect not being of Sarkund you have no idea of how we work. So you think you know something and just expect me to put your interests over Sarkund's? I will have to remember this, you are the first person I have ever met from Celbaria, although your wines are passable.

I say those words because it sounds like words from a bardic tale of the First Epoch."

Rogar pauses and mentally parses the words. In a more subdued voice he admits "no, I do not know all the pieces, nor the moves. I am assuming this has something to do with groups of Drakine coming from the northern mountains and heading to the Felderol Forests, seeking something ancient from before the time of men. It also explains the mental attacks of a witch, invading our dreams while we slept. There seem to be a number of players in this. I have seen enough to know that the League is imperilled somehow. It is my duty to get involved. But I need more information, as you point out. Is there any in town that can tell me this bardic tale you spoke of?"

"Drakine in the Ironheart? Feldoral forest? What bard's tale have you been listening to? It was worth every gold demarch.

An Ancient... item? Before the Age of Man?

Oh there is a Bard who arrived on the tide day before last, I think. He has been drinking and telling stories of great heroes and First Epoch legends like it was last Starday.

I have not heard them, however I know men who have relayed the tellings, quite the storyteller that one. Just look for him at night, I was told his name, I do not recall it.. Vid or another.


Wait, where were you when this witch attacked you?"

The older man's demeanor changed and grew into attentive inquisitiveness.

The page has sat down on a cushion on the florr and the dog comes over for scratches and lies down next to him.

Rogar replies "where? We were south of the swamplands. Stumps of trees as far as the eye could see. We were in rocky territory just south. In the dream it was an old woman, bent over a table of bone, a giant book made from flesh with ink of blood. She was asking so many questions, who I was, where I was going, who was with me, why I.. She had a dagger made of teeth. It was horrible. After that, we started traveling at night and sleeping during the day, hoping to stave off such attacks again." Rogar shudders, remembering his helplessness.

The man sits back and ponders.

"My father told me stories of a witch, in those fens and brackish places. That a Witch made her home there, worked the Black witchcraft and plagued men's dreams. He did not know why, no one could tell him why. On occasion it was thought the Witch could be found and killed. No one ever came back from those expeditions.

That seems a good defense, apparently it worked.

The Felderol, you mentioned it, that is under Tornath claim. They say there are Elves there. Mind you, I have heard every forest in the League contains, Elves, well, the Old Elves.

No one cares for the Tornath, if they lose a few cows and sheep, a farm or two, then maybe they will pay attention, though I doubt the Captain's council, will look North."

He looks to the Page and the dog, then tubs his knees.

Rogar asks "who are the Captain's Council? And perhaps I should ask what you are, that you are so knowledgeable about such things?" Rogar looks at the Page, wondering at the boy's insights.

"Dies an old crippled man amke an impression?

The Captain's Council are 13 of th emost skilled, cumming and knowledgeable Caotain's of Tornath. Who they are, where they meet, what course they set for that degenerate City, no one knows. It is a secret that many would pay for and all of Tornath would kill to keep.

I am Redelio Gryarnocci, when in the service of Master of the Hunt I served an honorable man and King. I moved on the face of Sarkund, into every corner and a few places no one ever goes.

I had women who loved me, men who were my brothers and many who did not know my name, and thanked the Blue Gods I passed through their door. At heart I am a simple man, and my inability to move has made me only more curious about what is going on in the world..."

With a broad sweep of his hand he indicates the whole side of his apartment.


"I have friends, brothers who visit and tell me of events as currency, in exchange I help them, should I sort out happenings and tie people and history to events.

I have only one rule, do not lie to me."

Rogar nods, a small smile on his face. "In that case, I must beg forgiveness for a slight misdirection. I was not the victim of the witch's attack, but all other particulars are true. The defensive strategy was mine as well." He folds his arms and ponders whether to speak more, then relents and adds "before we crossed the last river on our journey, we encountered a wild herd of horses that had been viciously attacked by drakine and driven to stampede. After breaking the stampede and calming the herd, I pulled out my spyglass to look north, seeking the presence of carrion birds which would tell me where the drakine were. Instead, I saw something that raised a frisson of anxiety up my spine. At around 40 miles away, I saw something effortlessly fly up into the clouds. It was too far away for details, but it was large enough to spot even at that distance. Lest you scoff, I will venture no guesses as to what it was. But it may be a piece you can tie to other events."

"It is a piece, though it is unclear.

Before you crossed the Torhan. You were_ South of the Felderol? Looking North.
I do not.. what is this word 'frisson?' You mean a part, a splinter?

That us a place far beyond what I hear of. It would mean I must reach past Sarkund and I just do not have a way to do that... at this day.

You believe that the League is..  imperiled, that you duty is to become involved.
Who are you to say that?"

The man's face is flush with emotion and he pulls out a cloth form a pocket to wipe his face.

The Page listens as he scratches the dog, but his head snaps up when the question is put to his charge.

Rogar shakes his head. "A frisson is that edginess that borders on fear when encountering the unknown. And though I would normally answer you truthfully, my escort's reaction tells me it might be problematic. Let me simply say that I was once a mercenary who Rode with Garrett's band for a score of years, and I have fought many an ogre, troll, drakine, and goblin over the last three decades. My actions have always been in defense of the League, and I see no reason to stop."

"I have heard many say they have heard the same said by those in Tornath, the Scaled King in Tatha Gorel reportedly says much the same, yet there is little action to those words.

We in Sarkund see the world through all manner of visitors from elsewhere in Arduna. I have meet peoples from far away places well before I ever met a Man from Celbaria.

You use words like a man of Court, yet claim you were a mercenary. You say your actions have always been in defense of the League. Well I imagine that might be true, given threats to Celbaria.

You give orders and expect them to be yielded to, even here on the edge of the Westerlands, you not only do not balk at the idea of telling no lies, you apologize and expose a minor misstep.

You describe an attack on horses by Drakine as vicious, you have a mind for distances and unit movement, even as impossible as a flying one.

Do I have the right of it? I think I do."

The Page looks rather sheepish for wanting to listen in, and sort of sits with the dog and becomes very interested in how it reacts to rubbing its belly.

"You are very far form home, would you care to take a meal with me, I have some passable wine and we can send for some plates from a very goof kitchen I know."

Rogar says "I would much enjoy that, Master Gryarnocci. I do have a commitment to meet someone at the inner bailey at noon, but until I must go there my time is my own. If I have not said it, my name is Rogar. And you have a very deductive mind. A useful skill, that."

"You will find, a good tracker, often needs to piece together what is known about the quarry, to deduce where it might be headed, it is at least half of tracking.

As my days of running and jumping at behind me, I have little else to do then to try and make sense of things brought to me.

Jovisso, will you be so kind as to visit the Widow Ryrwhisa, ask her to prepare a meal for my guest, myself and yourself, I leave it to you, pick a pie, which she will have numerous.

If you need help, ask the children to help. You may take Turtle with you."

The Page jumps up and calls Turtle to join him as he moves to the door, the dog startles but follows with a wagging tail.

"If you don't mind Rogar would you secure the door as he leaves."

With that done, Rogar returns and finds the man up out of his chair and walking his body b putting his hands and arms on the various cases to support him, as his legs all but try a mimic of a normal walking gait, and fail. The man reaches a small cabinet and reaches in and takes out a bottle of what Rogar thinks he can identify as a rose colored glass decanter with a scaled head as a stopper, in clear glass.

"A treat for us. I have a bottle of Sunforge Valley Red from Tatha Gorel. Grab those  glasses and meet me back at the chair, oh and grab any chair you see to sit on."

He opens the decanter, pours into the glasses two measures of the deep red wine.

"Now we can speak without any else to overhear. What problem do you need solved first?"

Rogar expresses surprise at the red-tinged glassworks, then settles into a chair. When asked the question, his delay is brief. "I can speculate at this time, only having a few scraps of information. But the one question I wish answered is Why? Why have the drakine descended from the mountains at this time? What is their goal? And secondly, was that young dragon that I spotted?"

"Ah, the hardest question to answer. The Why.

You know the Drakine. The Who.

You know they were active as of two weeks ago, possibly three. The When.

In the Feldoral forest, the North mountain country. Th Where.

Clearly they are expecting resistance, so they sent numbers. The How.

What else can you tell me, given your experience, your skill in battle?
Can you make any deductions.

What about this time would make a good reason to come out of the mountains?"

Rogar answers "another piece. I saw Sunscales working beside Rustscales, which is unusual. Whatever is happening is uniting them across their caste system. It has led me to speculate that it is tied to the birth of whatever it was I saw in the sky. The timing is right. Beyond that is mere guesswork. One who has touched the life force of the world told me of an ancient mind in a body like stone. And I am not well versed in interpreting cryptic messages. Regardless of the body, if the mind is ancient it may have knowledge of artifacts or places of power that existed in the League before the coming of man." Rogar shrugs. "I have a vivid imagination."

"It seems that to me, 'vivid' a word not commonly known.

It appears you have sources that are not common as well.
"One who has touched the life force of the world" You are talking of Almandré, the Weaver, Nature. You Celbarians are.. well I have only met the one.

I do not know Drakine, you say it is so, it is. In my experience something then must be forcing them to work together.  That what you saw flying?

There has been one Dragon in the Westerlands, it sits on the throne of the city of scales.
Now you say another might or another is flying about?

Many must have seen it, you have to return and see it again, or fin those that did see it?
You can not find answers here in Sarkund.

I do not know any seers, any who are 'well-versed in interpreting messages.' If you received a message like that you need the High Church, perhaps a tall of Almandré. As impossible as it sounds and your suspicions are well-founded there is one person who would know.

The Great Ecclesiarch in Hanoreth. If anyone has the resources to research riddles of ancient creatures and the First Epoch threats it would be there.

The question is, what path do you take?"
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"Hanoreth? That's to the north, along the river Torhan? Should I have time to pursue this on my own, that would indeed be an option. For now though, I have Duties that must come first. As for paths, I had best keep my ears open for more information or the encounters of others. Tell me, do you know of some sort of meeting or festival of the Half Folk that lies north of here? I encountered two vardos heading there during my journey. One was slaughtered by the drakine. Others may have seen signs."

His host leans back in his chair, the back legs creak the floorboards under the weight, he breathes in and out deeply, before recomposing himself.

"A word of advice. Learning what is going on in the world, you must search for, you must hunt it down, track it until you have it as a point of aim and the bow is drawn back. If it falls into your lap or you overhear a part of conversation, it is a trap, that will yield nothing, possibly a small rodent.

If your duty is greater, those would be odd words indeed, to hear form a simple mercenary.

I know the the Half Folk only to be happy travelers and merry in spirit as they embrace life not tied to a place or single lodging. I know of no festivals they hold North or otherwise.

It is possible enough time gas passed, whatever or whomever these Drakine sought, it is done.
How fast do Drakine move? If they came from the Drakine Mountains, when you encountered them, When did they depart their mountains?"
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Rogar shakes his head. "I am not just a mercenary, as well you know, else the Page would not have reacted so.And yes, perhaps the events that drew the drakine from the mountains has passed, I cannot know for certain. As for time, my information is partially secondhand, and that source has an odd perception. Trees and greenery have no eyes nor ears. They perceive by touch. I cannot fathom how they measure time. That makes answering you a puzzle in itself.So perhaps it is best we leave that for another time and enjoy a morning repast instead?"

The man leans, shifts his weight and winces, then turns and looks about the room, then back at Rogar.

"Riddles. Riddles in what is known, riddles in what was learned, riddle in the why.

I can appreciate the...

Tell me who do you trust here in Sarkund? I ask because you are going to need to ask questions, many questions in order that answers  might tell you something.

The meal should be arriving presently, there is no worry we are to be interrupted."
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"I have not met many in my brief time here, yet there is one I feel I can trust.  His name is Thulmer de Rirsuva. He is a man of honor and compassion."   

"Well, then, one friend so far is.. a step. You have much travel and conversation ahead of you, should duties allow.

I admit, the puzzle is interesting, yet, likely whatever their prize was it is now in the past.

Can you tell me how long your duties will last?"

Rogar shakes his head. "Finding lodging to meet a specific set of requirements is no mean feat. It has taken a few days thus far with no end in sight. Then making connections with a glassworks to commission a large project, again meeting a specified set of requirements. After that, perhaps? Tis ever the problem. Bureaucracy is the mortal enemy of action. "

"I will take to heart those words, knowing they must be bor of experience.

I can not aid you in your search, nothing I know of the city would be acceptable of your station. Same with the glass, though I know some glass artisans, they make very small things of glass.

I know nothing of Drakine, except for the stories, nor the Half Folk,

I could try and ask about the flying ---, I will have to craft some reason why, was the flying creature near trade routes, maybe a passing caravan might have seen.. something?"

He rubbed his leg absently and his eyes turned to the vceilig in thought.

"Well, I spotted it west of the river Torhan but east of the forest. It was beyond the maddened herd of horses...the only others I encountered out there were a few vardos of Half Folk heading East. Unless you know a Nature priest who can do a divination?" Rogar glances at the man. "I saw a circle of standing stones outside of Sarkund, which indicates that you have local druids or others that venerate celestial bodies."

"I know of the Stones you speak of. Those were put there and served their purpose, what that may have been..., we have no Druids. The stones are just a curiosity.

The High Church does honor all the Gods, Almandré does hold sway over nature, I am unaware of any Taal that specifically are devoted to Almandré. I can check."

Rogar nods. "please do so. If any could notice the tril of the drakine it would be one who can connect with the living soil. In the meantime I will inquire of the man I mentioned. Perhaps he could steer me to one who knows the lands hereabouts well enough to interpret signs I cannot spot." He pauses for a sip of the beer in his waterskin, offering some to his host.

"Very well."

With the offer, Redelio simply salutes with his wine and sips from that.

"If I wanted to send a message to you, at the castle, how would I address it?

and, if I may ask, what dud you ask of Jovisso, that he brought you to me?"

"You may address it as to Rogar of Celbaria. It will find it's way to me. As for the Page, I asked for someone who might have overland equipment to sell, as well as expertise in the outdoors. If I am to return to Celbaria by horse, I will need tools and supplies I lacked on our journey here. "

"From my travels and hunting trips, I have used, improved and broken more equipment than most see in a lifetime.

This is the place to find anything you need. These are all pieces that have been used and I can have them duplicated from craftsmen I know and trust.

Tell me what you seek and I can direct you to what I have."

"Basic camp tools to begin with. Handaxe, shovel, that sort of thing. But what I really seek is some sort of alarm system to let me sleep until someone or something creeps up. I've been trying with wires through the underbrush surrounding the encampment, with tiny bells on the wires. It works after a fashion, but when the winds are blowing they go off constantly. I'm looking for some ideas to improve the results but I'm coming up empty. Have you any suggestions?" Rogar asks.

"Ah, a question for the Epochs. In all my years, nothing any scout, trailman, hunter, rider, woodsman, ranger or messenger has ever hit on a system. It is a fool's errand.

Nothing replaces men on watches. Wind, animals, horses, playful spirits, frost, rain, sand.

It has all been tried.  The best I have heard of were dogs, trained to be sentries at night and sleep during the day. Everything else takes too long, prone to failure or gives so many false alarms, you end up ignoring it.

All other equipment I have, folding shovels, Ax-shovels."

He reaches for his wine and sips, then leans back and takes in a few breaths.

There is a knock on the door, Rogar is asked to unlock it and let them in.

The page returns with two helpers, a young boy and his sister.

They carry many baskets of various dishes, which are carried to a side table and put down, opened and the dishes spread out for all.  Two pies are included am apple and a berry.

The children are given their reward and thanked. Numerous dishes are still warm and there are three breads, a dark black loaf, a loaf with nuts and herbs and a bread with cheese cubes inside, honey, sweet butter, berry preserves, soups, three different lambs, and pan sauces that defy description.

Rogar sighs. "I feared that was the case. Then I will take the lesson to heart." Rogar helps the children spread out the repast and served his host as best he can, as a show of respect.

Everything is delicious, though to Rogar's taste, the dishes are spiced more heavy, the meats are cooked so well, sauces seem to add a lot of flavor, the breads, different, as contrasted to Celbaria'a fare. as a knee jerk reaction Rogar knows it is different, how could he possibly say it was as good or better.

The meal is only as silent as everyone has something to say, a lot of opinions of the Widow's cooking and selection of cuts and composition.

The Page is happy to listen, asks almost no questions and certainly eats his portion, perhaps a little more.

At one point, Rogar spies that the Page is putting portions of the dishes in his pockets; he is unaware of Rogar's awareness of his actions.

The host is happy to have good food and a distinguished guest. He waxes on about the various place she has seen.. when in the service of the Master of the Hunt and his favorite hunts of animals for the King's Table.

Rogar enjoys the meal and the company. He listens to the tales with rapt interest, hoping to glean pointers for future hunts. It was his own hunting ability that kept the group sustained and anything that could improve future ventures was valuable in its own way. As it draws nearer to noon, he helps clear the repast, thanking his host. Reminding the Page of his other commitment he takes his leave, thanking Master Gryarnocci for his sage council and hoping to return to trade stories.

With the meal done, stories listened to, the next duty to perform calls, Rogar and the Page say their good byes and make the exit to the street and then back North to the Castle.

The travel back through the city is colorful and there are people affixing more flags of Sarkund to more places to fly the colors: Hand pouring wine from a golden goblet, all on white.

Commerce, various peoples in all manner of dress, move and conduct the business of the city in mostly Tornathian, some other languages as well.

The there is the Outer gate and they pass through without incident, then to the inner gate, where the Minister has yet to arrive.

Rogar surreptitiously checks his purse to see if anything was filched on this day's excursion. He asks the Page "is there some forthcoming celebration that causes these people to suddenly hang Sarkund flags? And will you be available tomorrow morning?" Rogar wondered if the lad had younger siblings to take care of.

When Rogar checks his purse, he does note that it is shifted, perhaps in the normal course of travel, it seems to be as heavy, coins do clink when he straightens the purse

"It is all in preparation of the royal wedding I believe.

I will be available."

The Page is looking around and seems eager to move, yet stays.

Rogar asks "indeed? Who is getting married may I ask? And by any chance do you know one or two merchants that deal in exotic or hard-to-find items? Your familiarity with these streets reminds me of a quartermaster I knew in the Free City of Aarn." As he steps inside the bailey, he opens the purse to count the demarchs there, and checking to see that all were golden.

"The King has announced that his daughter, the Princess Rebecixis to be married in the Summer.

Redelio Gryarnocci did take up the whole morning,  I mentioned Viepho Hillbraid. She deals in many things, I recall the word exotic being used by some. I do know others, but they deal in more common goods."

In one hand the coins fill the Knights calloused hands, all coins are gold and count the same as the number when he put them in.

Rogars slips the coins back and nods. "Then we will visit tomorrow. See you tomorrow morning. Tell me lad, by any chance do you have siblings that you care for? Just curious."

The Page looks up into Rogar's eyes.

"Of a sort. I will be ready and visit your door in the morning."

He turns and walks to the outer bailey through the Inner gate, was past the gate he begins to run.

There is a brief wait before the Minister and a Page show at teh Gate.

"My apologies for being tardy. How are you this fine day Sir Rogar?"

"Very well, thank you. Had a most pleasant visit with the former Master of the Hunt. Having seen numerous glassiers already, I know the top 4 to introduce you to once we are settled. In the meantime I am familiarizing myself with Sarkund, a bit at a time " Rogar responds.

"That is interesting. I have no interest in the glass makers of Sarkund, it was just a ruse, a story for the road.

It will mean something to the Seneschal, likely with the arrival of the one we expect, then that information would be of great interest.

Concerning   our task at hand, we now have an acceptable candidate for a residence. We now must search for any that are better, if not than the selection is made."

Rogar shrugs. "Perhaps so, but it strengthened the cover story for all who may have inquired about it. Tell me which property best aligned with the Seneschal's requirements. I'll look at my notes to determine what else must be done." He pulls out his journal to check the last few days' reviews.

The minister goes through his notes and shows you a residence for yesterdays search.

As Rogar reviews, it has a nice garden is a three story residence with a back wal and fences on either side, the 'stable' was only a two horse stable, so it would have to expand, however there was room and a back gate in the rear wall  as easy access for horses, though as he recalls that gate may have to be enlarged.

The residence was the former home of a Stone mason and the stone work is beyond compare.

The interior would need work, as it was a bit barren, but stone floors, stairs, Rogar is surprised the door were not stone, though the main be chamber on the middle floor dis have formidable stone doors.  The third floor and glass in the ceiling and was a sun room and part indoor garden.

All in all a very secured and defensible residence in his tactical assessment.
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Rogar murmurs "excellent, yes. Functional and defensible. Will need a carpenter or two, plus permission from the Horse Lord. Still, we have that as a fallback if nothing better presents itself."

Again another day spent looking, evaluating residences.

As the day develops, yes, a few features here and there  may be better, and Rogar finds an outstanding stable for six horses with hayloft above and a training area, however, by comparison, it appears not as fine a choice as set standard to beat.

The day is falling to less sunlight, and a near hour of sun remains when the Knight and Minister return to the Castle and part at the Inner gate.

"I do not know how many days left we can spend looking, the Seneschal will inform us how many days he thinks are required.

I may complain of blisters, perhaps that will grant a small reprieve from all this walking."

Rogar responds "perhaps a note to the Chamberlain will grant you relief from the local apothecary? Or did you mean that figuratively? " He completes his notes for the day, reminding himself to seek out a carpenter when time permits. "perhaps I can request the use of our horses tomorrow from the Stable Master Quinn?"

With a look to the Knight to judge his humorlessness.

"I am sure it will be fine on the morrow. I will soak them tonight.

No horses, it would be more bother than aid. It may not be necessary.
There is much to go over this eve. I still have no answer from the Master of Letters, which means a Petition to the Court, and to do that I need access to books and scrolls or the help of a Noble, which means favors.

Good eve to you Sir Rogar I will see you in the morn."

Rogar bids the Minister good evening. He returns to his room and pens a note to the kitchen to have his dinner delivered to his room. He adds that he wishes breakfast delivered to his room tomorrow at daybreak, when the Page was supposed to awaken him. While waiting for his meal, he ponders his other requests that have gone unanswered. Perhaps a missive to the eager young Prince, Vicenzi, might gain him access to the facilities of the 1st Cavalry? Something to consider.....
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The kitchen responds and sends up a meal with a selection of dishes, breads, stews.

The kitchen sends attendants and all the flatware and linen cloths. There is a note that the meal to break the fast will be delivered at sunrise.

Rogar enjoys the meal, then gets to work. Pulling out the writing materials he writes a pair of notes.


The first is addressed to Page Haviria


Page Haviria,
  As your time at the castle draws to a close, I wish you to know how impressed I was. As you make contacts and learn as much as you can, I have an opportunity for you in Celbaria if you are interested. I had thought to contact your parents first, but realized that it was best to hear whether you are interested first , before approaching your parents. I have need of a Squire. You would be granted the Title, and learn the tenets and training of the Order of the Swan. However, this is a monumental commitment in a foreign land, and it is understandable if you do not choose that life for yourself. Contact me if you are interested.

Sir Rogar
Knight of the Order of the Swan


His second message is to the Seneschal of Sarkund.


Seneschal,
  as we have not met yet, I am Sir Rogar of Celbaria. In addition to my martial duties I am both a historian and a linguist. I would like to petition the Court to grant me Academian status, allowing me to petition the Master of Letters for access to the castle Libraries. As a guest in the castle I cannot pursue martial training or learning new forms, so I wish to expand my knowledge of the League instead. Might this be possible?

Sir Rogar
Knight of the Order of the Swan

There is a knock at the door, the kitchen has sent up a meal to break the fast.

Two attendants deliver and then leave.

Soon there is another knock the Page Jovisso has arrived.

Then there is another knock at the door, a letter is delivered.


Sir Rogar, Knight of the Order of the Swan

I am flattered at the praise and the offer.
I would appreciate the opportunity to speak to
you about this offer as I do not fully understand
what would be requires.

My time is not my own during the day, however
after the sun sets, I would like to speak with
you about the offer.

Haviria Margirtusca

Rogar indicates the breakfast to Jovisso. "help yourself, including storing away what you desire for the others" he says as he pens a quick missive.





Haviria,
Feel free to call on me after your duties are done tonight.

Rogar

He sends a page from the hallway to deliver the missive, then returns to break his fast. He says to Jovisso "so who is this exotic person you are introducing me to today?"

Page Jovisso smiles wide and then at the comment about 'the others' he colors red and looks to say something, then thinks better of that, and begins to make a plate and samples everything.

The Page is eating with decorum, pauses to answer the question, orders his thoughts.

"Viepho Hillbraid is a Half folk with experiences that are parts fact, fanciful and fable.
I have not known her long, a year, nearly, however our first meeting was her saving my life.

"One day, I was delivering a message, it was in Red steps, I turned into a cistern square, that was blocked off, because someone gave others my charge, I imagine they were laying in wait on many paths I could have taken, perhaps my path was too predictable.

I was set upon by a number, maybe five, six, they wanted my message, not so much me. Dressed in rags, dirt smeared faces and arms and smelled of.. it was terrible.

I tried to move, climb, but they were too fast and they grabbed me and they started to rip at me for the message I carried. I was on my back, pinned, when I saw a cloud of mist descend and out of that mist, I saw Viepho. When I awoke, I was in her shop tied up in blankets of moss and green. She was sitting in a rocking chair smoking a pipe and talking to herself.

I saw her shop full of strange things, she saw me looking and began to tell me stories, some of which I am sure were made to fascinate.

Well, after I thanked her and asked how I could repay her, she chuckled and said that I could carry messages for her from time to time.. if I learned to be more careful.

I have tried to be more careful, less predictable and more aware.

In the year since then, I have visited her many times, delivered many messages and fins her to be kind and an excellent story teller."

At some time later, after the meal is done, a message is delivered.

Sir Rogar, Knight of the Order of the Swan

I look forward to our talk.

Haviria Margirtusca

Rogar puts the message aside and responds "Excellent. I look forward to our meeting. As we walk, perhaps you could tell me about whom you are loading up on foodstuffs for? You're showning yourself wiser than your years and I might be able to help."

"I can do better than that,  I can show you, if you like."

Rogar says "lead the way. We can meet the half folk woman afterwards." Rogar follows the Page out of the castle and the outer bailey. This would prove intriguing.

Page Jovisso nods his head and turns immediately towards the river to th eEast, there are windy streets here that are compacted stones and dirt, Noble manors and horse tracks on trails that lead through some natural spaces.

Soon he stops and then moves of the horse trail and into the underbrush.  Then there are sounds of small yips and barks.  Then a deep growling.

When Rogar breaks out of the underbrush he sees a small, cave for lack of a better word, and the Page sitting and being mobbed by five large pups.  Too large for dogs, it must by wolf pups.

Then from the back of the small fug area, cave, comes an enormous female wolf, head low, ears back, and slow moving with a menacing growl, approaching Rogar. The yellow eyes almost illuminated  like lanterns.

The Page seems to be unaware of this and is feeding the pups all kinds of saved sausages, and sliced meats form the morning's table. He is pushed back and the pups wrestle him to the ground and seek more food.

When the mother comes out about halfway from her den, she stops and Rogar sees that it is not a wolf, in fact some impossibly large dog, wild or no, not a wolf.

The Page is crying out in amusement, "That is it, all gone, you ate everything  beside my fingers.. and I need those."

Trying to push the pups off him and not succeeding, "This is Marnieta, and her pups, She just is protective."
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"I can well understand. But these appear to be wolf pups, and Marietta is a dog of some sort. She mated with a wolf?" Rogar is unafraid but makes no sudden movements. He slowly offers his hand to sniff and says "how did you discover this? Have you known Marnieta long?"

"I discovered them a month ago, all the pups were just opening their eyes. They have grown so much. It was a cold day, winter was still here, I saw this one, out a little and looking for food, I went to look and picked her up. I wondered where he came from. Then I heard little cries and found the den.

Marnieta was gone, I went to find dome scraps, maybe some sheep's milk, I crept in to a pen and found some and returned with an old horse blanket.  I warmed up the pups, gave them some food, covered them in the blanket. next day I brought most of my meal and fed them, that is when Marnieta returned. I was scared out of my socks, but when she growled I put down the food and backed away.

She checked the pups and then came over to me and smelled me then turned and laid down on the blanket. I came back the next day with more meat and scraps, the pups came over to me, I guess Marnieta accepted me. I have visited ever since.

I think you are right, I think they are wolfling pups. Someone is going to find them sooner or later and call the guard to come and kill them. I just.."

The boy ruffled the fur and grunted as the pups pounced and play bit him.
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Rogar nods. "I understand. But there may be a solution. Wolves have keen noses and pups are at the stage where they can be trained. Talk to your friend from yesterday. If he served the Master of the Hunt then he knows who can train the pups into serving the huntsmen or scouts that serve Sarkund. They would be spared the fate you fear and likely treated well."

The boy rolled and forced his way to his knees then feet.

"I will do that. Thank you Sir."

The Page walks over to Rogar and the pups follow, they smell and give little growls. The mother growls and moves to pick one pup up by the neck and pads back into the den.

"She has lost a lot of weight, I just don't have a way to get her a nice big meal.
Redelio Gryarnocci is a man I trust, I do not know why the Gods gave him the malady in his legs, but he seems to be in good spirits, they should be good for hunting.."

He stands straighter an brushes off his trousers and shirt sleeves.

Rogar says "then perhaps I can request a large haunch of meat from the kitchens tonight, wrapped. We can walk it down here together tonight and she will have a meal that will do her some good. Would that suffice?" He walks with the lad. "on to the half folk lady then."

The Page looks up and blinks, "You would do that? Yes, that would be.. a great deed.
Oh I think we should hurry."

Conflating speed with the passage of the day, the Page looks to increase the pace.

The city of Sarkund begins to grow as they descend to the common streets from the castle, the Page immediately begins to wind his way to the West side of the city. The [air move through neighborhoods and blocks of merchants, Guilds-men, lesser nobility, into areas, where the common trades are, artists, lesser trades, laborers, mariners and then the unwashed.

Short of the docks by a little walk, is a neighborhood of Short-folk, colors, banners, the smells of baking or the kitchen. Children, many plants, fruit trees and gardens. Much like the rest of Sarkund, business on the ground floor, with residences above them, except here.. there are three floors above the store not two.

Birds twitter and flit about their nest is trees or bird houses made for hem or roof eaves, or any place really. Canary's mostly they eat insects, many chickens run loose and ducks here and there. a few pigs and sheep and a cow or two in the distance that make the sound of mooing.

in some narrow alleys, with Half folk all about the tight corners and sitting by shutters, the pair pass into a street that has no exit or cross street.

The Page bends over and opens a door much larger than a Half Folk would need and at the ring of a bell, he motions Rogar to follow him in. Inside the shop are many shelves, display cases, shelves, counters and chairs, one for Tall folk, many for Half Folk..

From being hunched over, Rogar can see the second floor and all the bird cages, filled with musically inclined inmates.

Coming through a cloth door is an elderly woman, with a cane and Long blonde grey hair tied up in a bun, covered in a white dust.

"Ah Jovisso, you come to visit at a most opportune time. I just have had a delivery form my Auntie in Tatha Gorel, a series of spices harvested in the Greyward Mountains of Vestria.

Come sit, who is this Gentleman?"

The Page sits cross-legged, "Madam Viepho Hillbraid, may I present Rogar of Celbaria.

Rogar of Celbaria may I introduce Madam Viepho Hillbraid."

The Page tries to give the formal voice, but fails as his voices cracks a little.
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Rogar bows his head. "Good morning to you, Madam Hillbraid. I'll admit this is only the second time I have encountered Half Folk. I met some Vardos of Half folks heading for some sort of annual festival. A very robust and friendly group. Jovisso here told me how you dissuaded some bullies. Was it parlor tricks, or are you connected to The Green?"

"Good morning to you Rogar of Celbaria."

The words that Rogar speaks are heard and cause a slight smile that is replaced by contemplation.

"That would be a neat parlor trick indeed. We Half Folk do not like bullies and it is a gift from those that made us, our strength becomes five fold when defensing against bullies.Against larger folk we are more nimble able and even simple canes can become rods of obedience.

What a question, Rogar of Celbaria. Are you here to ask questions or to purchase some thing?"

The Page gasps a little, then when she winks at him, he chuckles.

Rogar smiles in turn. "I seek to feed my mind, and young Jovisso here thought that you might be exotic enough to intrigue me. And while I might seek equipment to aid me in my adventures I would rather become acquainted with you first. What is your background, if I may ask?"

"A man of your years, seeking to feed his mind.

Sadly I am not exotic, except in the imagination of young boys who maybe, have not seen enough of the world to know what exotic is. He will learn, he seems a good sort, he might survive an adventure or two.

You, Rogar of Celbaria, seem to be on the other side of adventures.  Survived your share and still looking for more... here, so far from Celbaria.

I am happy to talk about myself.. to friends.

First, tea and biscuits. I will make tea and the biscuits should be done in two shakes of a lamb's tail. Make your selves comfortable, I will return with a tray.

Tell me Rogar of Celbaria, do you prefer sweet or tart?"

After the answer and when the older Half folk leaves for the kitchen, behind the cloth door, the Page turns to Rogar, "I would like permission to visit Redelio Gryarnocci and speak to him about the pups. I will run and be quick."

After telling Viepho "tart, please." he responds to Jovisso "of course, lad, of course. I'm sure I'll still be talking to her when you return."

When she returns with tea, he asks "you mentioned an auntie. Have you ever been to Tatha Gorel?"

The older Half folk returns with a tray that has a pot with steam wisping from a spout, three tea cups, all sized for Men, there are three different dried tea leaves and a plate of biscuits that smell of warm baked bread, a lemon like smell and some other spices, there are slices of pear, small oranges and some type of fruit Rogar does not recognize.

Viepho Hillbraid offers each tea to Rogar to taste its scent, then goes about pouring and offering a small plate of biscuits.

"No, I have family scattered too far to visit them all. The farthest I have visited is Hanoreth. Time was, when I traveled the Road, I dipped my toes in the River Torhan, wound through the Flax Hills and crossed the Berat River, to see the Ironheart peaks and climb the Ithor Pike spur.

Perhaps I should visit, I cannot abide travel by water. We write letters and send packages of knicks and knacks.

Have you visited the City of Scales? Did you come to Sarkund by water?"
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Rogar shakes his head. "No, I haven't been there yet. During my mercenary days I travelled the breadth of the League but never visited the coastline. Most of the fighting was against underdwellers and drakine, closer to the mountains. No, myself and the churchmen I escorted came from Celbaria overland. All in all, an interesting trip, though one that was more dangerous than anticipated."

"What does a mercenary, who has traveled as many leagues as you have, find he is unprepared for? What resource or weapon do you lack that you come to my little village in Sarkund for?

You were surprised that I knew of the Green? You think Men know Magic as we do? The Half folk also know of what Men call Magic. It is as interesting to me as knowing how to tell when foals are born, the taste of iron in a mountainside. Is magic as interesting as words are? Words that can make people cry with tears of joy, is it more interesting than knowing how to calm children who are threatened by brigands?

You asked about me, I have tasted all the stages of life, many vocations, one calling, I have read much, I have spoken to wise Men, wise people, to killers, to common men, to wealthy and to poor in such extremes it makes you wonder at how they both could exist. Truth tellers, liars, cheats and the generous to a fault. I have been a mother, a wife, a widow, a sister, a friend, a lover. I have been told secrets, learned secrets and wrested secrets from both people and places. I am here in this place waiting to find what I need do next.

Have you any ideas on what I do next?"

She calmly sips her tea and nobbles at a biscuit.

Rogar shrugs. "Write a book about your adventures, perhaps? Make your own stamp on the History of the League? If you are connected to the Green, did you feel the birth in the mountains? An ancient mind in a body of stone? Whatever it was, it certainly spurred the drakine into action. As for what I need, perhaps something to mask my scent or quicken my body. I don't move as well as I used to."

"I know of... what others call, the Green. I understand it to be a Voice of all growing life of Nature. I am not 'connected,' as you say.

'An ancient mind in a body of stone,'that sounds like something Dwarves would know about. Dwarves have Lore of the World few others have, certainly more than Men and we Half folk have of stone and the unlit places below.

The Drakine, of course, they are stirred to act by tremors and the shaking of the Pillars of the World.

I have nothing for masking scent, however.. I do have have something that will inhibit those that rely on the sense of smell, once sniffed. Sprinkled over your tracks, not spread in rain or snow, it causes a sense of smell form being able to work for a number of hours.

As for writing a  book, I will, consider it.

Quicken? In what way, you want to run faster?"

She pours more tea unless declined and offers more biscuits, taking two herself

Rogar chuckles. "actually I was hoping for something to make me more flexible or agile. The scent numbing extract sounds intriguing.

Where might I find some of these dwarves?

I am not certain, but I think another dragon has entered the world. Unless there is another creature I could spot from 40 miles away, flying into a cloud?

Tell me, do you know anything about a race of creatures with the bodies of lions, and the torsos and upper bodies of men? He called himself a Leomachus. "

"I have not heard of Dwarves in Sarkund, if there are any to be spoken to, I imagine they are in the Cheldar Pass. Be warned, Dwarves do not give any thing, even in conversation, without a price and that price is steep, because Dwarves are prideful."

The older woman sputters her tea out and reaches for a cloth to soak up the mess, at the speaking of Dragon. Her face transits between surprise, humor, seriousness and contemplation.

"40 miles from where?" Waiting for an answer.

"I do in fact know of the enormous raptors of Sarreshar. That is what you saw.. without a doubt.

Ah, you seek to answer this riddle, your mind goes to Dragon?

I am not one who has studied Dragon Lore, it seems to me Dragons were of the First Epoch, they mostly are gone form the Westerlands, yes we have the one in Tatha Gorel, ^{(make sign of some kind)}, to say there is another, just spat into the world, that is hysteria or just a mind seeing what it wants.

More fairy tales? Yes, I have read some accounts of Men traveling to distant lands and seeing all manner of creatures in deserts so hot that armor melts. Some were always part Man, some were always described as part powerful beast. I am not a scholar of animals, beasts of the world, I have read an account from the First Epoch of such a beast, Leomacha they were named. Made by great Conjurers, or Elementalists. Made from the dry, heat ripples and sand.

You said He? You have met one?" She waits for the answer.

"On the Powder, I can reach out and see when a batch might be prepared next. Do you need it by a certain day? On the other, I can ask. If you are interested, leave me ten gold Demarchs and I can send you a message about availability and quantity."

Rogar responds "forty miles north of my position on the west Bank of River Torhan, just southeast of Feldoral Forest. A herd of wild stallions were stampeding after being attacked by drakine.... I noted the claw marks on their flanks. I looked up and north, seeking any sign of carrion birds to tell me how close the drakine were and that's when I spotted the enormous flying thing. I associated it with the drakine and my mind came up with Dragon."

He sips at his tea.


"I met the Leomachus between the river Torhan and Sarkund, among a field of tree stumps as far as the eye could see. He said something about 'caring for his flock's but would not go into specifics. I warned him of the Drakine and he said he'd look into it."

After a bite of biscuit, he adds "no specific day. I but plan for our eventual return trip."

"So then, it is possible, with Drakine on your mind, you mayhap, thought the flying thing a Dragon relation.

I appreciate you telling me this.  I have seen enough of the world to know, strange things or creatures exist, I take you at your word, however, it is a difficult thing to put in my mind, a creature, thought mythical, somewhere on the edge of Sarkund border with Tornath.

I am curious, you are from Celbaria, how do you find Sarkund?"

"Pleasant enough, I suppose. Should I speak frankly?" Rogar beseeches the heavens. He steals a glance at Viepho and chuckles "why not? Well, I have not looked for the cracks in my own society, so I do not know if this is a universal truth or something local, but it seems like the guilds perhaps think too much of themselves. One merchant demanded an appointment for me to visit their business with a prospect. I have never encountered that in Celbaria. Yet another business is shunned by Noble and guild alike because their maestro has infirm hands. Yet his mind is sharp, he has well-trained apprentices and journeymen, and the experience to guide them. Harsh. In Celbaria we are more a community, helping one another in hard times. And for the first time in my life I am learning about something called a Social calendar. No idea what that is, except it seems to include Balls and other useless frippery."

"Well, all places are said to be different. The Minstrel's tell us that Men are different everywhere, so why should the League be any different?

Easier I think to find flaw in other places than at home, I find.
I have had many Celbarian wines, they are food, sometimes a little sweet for my tattie.

Sarkund has its customs and civility here is measured in prose and ink.

You will learn, the Social calendar obeys the Sun of the Throne, the Moon of the Queen and the seasons of Favour, with Holy days of feasts.

Will Jovisso be returning soon? Shall I put another pot to the boil?"

Finishing her biscuit and taking a sip of tea, the half folk looks to the door.

Rogar nods "hopefully so. The boy has grown attached to some wolf cubs that lost their mother. I gave him an idea on how to keep them safe and well cared for. He's a good-hearted lad. I will not seek favors of that sort from the Court. I already have a Lady I am true to. But Influence can come in many forms, can it not?"

"I have been told that may be. It has not been part of my world for some time.

I wish you well in that hunt. Have you sent your Lady a gift from Sarkund? Have you any idea what Sarkund has that she might like?"

"I saw a magnificent glass sculpture of a rearing horse that she might like. I simply have to figure the best way to ship it undamaged. I fear I cannot carry it among my gear without it being chipped or broken. You spoke of civility in prose and ink. Is the written language more prevalent here than in other city-states? I was under the assumption that most could speak the language but do not know how to write it."

"It is what the Queen wants. Let us not deceive ourselves, the Queen's wishes will not descend to the common folk. It is enough that the Nobility is as literate as the foreign dignitaries and Merchant ship commanders from far away places.

As for the glass sculpture, I can write a note to my Aunt Odieni, she could handle finding a trustworthy and cautious courier to take the sculpture to Celbaria, should it reach her intact.

Have you any interest in plays? Operas? We have some of the best here in Sarkund and they have been here all winter, they are about to move West."

Viepho begins to tidy up, and then sits back and finishes her tea.

Rogar nods. "As desirable as city-wide literacy might be it acts currently as a barrier between the commoners and the aristocracy. You may look at me as of the latter class, but I was born as the son of a farmer. Your offer is appreciated and I may take you up on it. Right now I am learning as much as I can about Sarkund while trying to secure a residence for the people I escorted from Celbaria. As such I have duties I must fulfill before I can allow myself to indulge in self-serving actions. As for Operas and Plays I do not make a habit of attending them. Although some street performances have been entertaining in the past....."

There is a sound of running feet, then that sound turns to steps, then a knock at the door.

"Come in boy."

The Page steps in and closes he door, trying to breathe normally.

Viepho continues. "Well I have seen street performers here, and they can be amusing. The true art is in the plays, and then taken to the highest order by Opera. I hope at some point, when you have the inclination, you see an Opera of play before leaving Sarkund."

Turning to Jovisso, Viepho hands a small plate of biscuits and fills a tea cup with tea.

At the mention of the plays Rogar responds "I will endeavor to attend a Play or two. As for Operas I am undecided. Nothing sits worse on the ears than a few clunkers in a music passage."

He greets Jovisso as the lad tries to get his breathing under control

As Jovisso accepts the tea and biscuits, Rogar asks "so what did Master Gryarnocci say? Does he know such people who would care for the pups?"

"He said he did. He would inquire with those he knew, he also said he could not say how many could be taken and that he doubted all would find a home."

The Page then consumed the biscuits and tea.

"All he was interested in were the pups.  I do not know what to do about Marnieta."

Rogar shakes his head. "Can't help you there. Unless Gryarnocci knows someone who can train dogs. Master of the Stables might have use for a guard dog if Marnieta isn't too long in the tooth." Rogar offers to help Viepho with any cleaning up. He was a guest, but she was more infirm than he.

At first Viepho is mock insulted then mellows into pleasant acceptance.

"I wish you well in your exploration of Sarkund."

The older Half folk sticks something into the Pages pocket as she hugs him.

Rogar checks the sun in the sky as they emerge, trying to gauge the hour. He tells Jovisso "shall we see about that haunch for Marnieta?"

The Page brightens and the pair are off. The walk through Sarkund us again, a route only as direct as a well traveled, knowledgeable person can make it.

Peoples, animals, trade, a wide display of travelers, mariners, tradesmen, vendors, and a few constables here and there.

In due time the pair reach the Outer fate, then the Inner gate and then the Page advises Rogar that he should write a request to the kitchens, he can deliver it and then they wait for the kitchen's reply.
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Taking a page from his journal, Rogar makes the request of a haunch of meat from the kitchens. He tells Jovisso "make sure they wrap it for travel so the blood does not stain our clothes."

"Do I ask it delivered to your room, or here?"

Being in the Inner bailey by the castle gardens.

Rogar checks the sun. "My room should be fine. Why make a public spectacle of it?"

When Rogar reaches his chambers, there is a Page, one he does not recognize waiting by his door.

"Sir Rogar, I have a summons for you to the Chambers of Seneschal di Carci of Celbaria."
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Rogar tells Jovisso "all right, lad. Get a cart if you must, but take care of Marnieta." He turns to the other page. "Please conduct me to those chambers. I do not know where he is residing." He accompanies the unknown Page.

The Page walks and delivers Rogar to a door, the Page knocks and when a familiar voice speak, Enter, the Page opens the door ad announces Sir Rogar.

In an ante chamber sitting or standing are the three others from Celbaria.

Seneschal di Carci dressed in as fine a set of tailored robes as one could imagine, smiling as Rogar enters.

Minister Nacit de Musvezza, sitting, writing besieged by inks, stamps, seals, scrolls and sheaves of vellum.

Minister Cyvorn sitting patiently hands folded, looking reserved and happy to see Rogar.

There is wine and Seneschal di Carci asks that it be poured for everyone.

Sir Rogar bowed. He says " Ministers. It is good to see you all again. May I ask the happy occasion?"

After dismissing any Pages, Seneschal di Carci raises his goblet of wine.

"Gentlemen, to Celbaria, may Prosperity and Justice be ever in our hearts and may we always provide a Table for our Sister Cities."

Then a welcome, handshake and invite to sit at the table, now cleared by Minister de Musvezza.

When he next has the attention of all.

"I have received a letter from the Princess. The Princess will arrive in seven days, given weather and conditions do not turn against travel on the sea.

We have a Residence selected and payment for that residence has been made through summer into Harvesting. We will move from the Castle to the residence in these next two days so our current rooms may be prepared for the Princess and her retinue.

We have Minister de Musvezza and Sir Rogar to thank for the search and providing the attention to detail that now affords us an excellent choice of residence for these next many months."

A small hand clap.

"Any business I should be made aware of?"

Minister Cyvorn, "I look forward to moving in, I have no business that needs attention at this time."

Minister Nacit de Musvezza shakes his head and points to the stacks of scrolls and vellum.

Rogar says "I shall have to make arrangements with the quartermaster once we are in residence, and I have a meeting in my room tonight, but otherwise no."

He looks around the room. "One or two pages should be sufficient to transfer each person's belongings. Will we need any additional carpentry to expand the stables to our needs?"

Minister de Musvezza speaks up, "Yes, the house will be need some improvements, the stable there has only two stalls, Sir Rogar that will left to you to manage.

The top floor, well I will make a list

We will have much to assess and we also will need twp servants for the residence, they need be local, I am unaware of any Celbarians that reside in Sarkund."
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Rogar responds "ah yes, the Stone Mason's home. Very sturdy. I shall have to ask Master Quinon if he has recommendations for a carpenter. Tell me, Seneschal, once we are outside the castle walls, will there be an expedited method of us entering the castle on business, or will we have to wait for the Captain of the Watch to vet us?" He turns to Minister Cyvorn. "Have you chanced to see the Standing Stones outside Sarkund? I am told they are an artifact of an old religion. "

The Seneschal looks at Sir Rogar and considers.

"I do not know. As we no longer reside in the Castle, we will not have access to the Pages.
Which means we can not arrive unannounced and expect to be recognized. So I expect delays until such time as the Princess arrives, if she sends a carriage for us, that will be allowed in without delay. I suppose that all other visits to the castle will be lengthy and involve the Captain."

Minister Cyvorn seems unsurprised.

"I have not, I did not know that there were Standing Stones here.

My understanding is that they are all about the League, that there are some here is not unexpected. They are relics of the First Epoch, what I recall, they served as some sort of measure for distance."

Rogar nods. "Well then, I'd best make what arrangements and connections as I can before we are moved out. Seneschal, a question. One of the Pages that has served me is coming to the end of their service. This Page impressed me. Would I be breaking protocol in any way if I offered this Page the role of my Squire? In our Order we are encouraged to seek out likely individuals to teach our Craft and ways to, for the next generation of Knights. As this Page has no prospects after their term is done, I would make this offer."

Turning to Sir Rogar the Seneschal thinks.

"I advise caution, we are guests. There is no protocol I know that you would break, however, if there is any interest by any other noble, I would say it would reflect poorly on us as Celbarians. I would have to research more into that particular issue.

That said, you speak for your Order, taking a Squire is well within your purview."