Re: Boom...it's ON
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"What goes on here? What is the meaning of this?"
Hurrying from the west side of the square, the alderman is in the company of four guardsmen. Savin addresses his questions to no one and everyone, his eyes cutting across the luridly illuminated square lit by lamps and the burning acacia trees. The remaining guard near the manor doors does not deign to answer, but the guard who had fired the warning arrow at Garryn pipes up. "Trespassers, sirrah! Like as not t' be the firebugs y' warned us of, eh?"
Savin takes a second to digest this, his gaze cutting across the outside of the garrison. Garryn, hanging from the top of the pallisade. Asher, crouched in a three-point stance at the base of the pallisade. Dominique, hurrying towards the Garryn and Asher. Villhalas, tacking west towards the shadows of the main manor. Caylin, moving slowly but deliberately towards the garrison, bow at the ready. Aine, in the midst of drawing another arrow for her long bow. Hau'dn remains hidden and unseen by the alderman. Savin pauses a mere second more, then replies. A hint of reluctance and regret tinges his answer, but these are subtle and difficult to detect. "Nay, goodman. These are...my...agents, charged with bringing the arsonist in. Do not impede them."
This message was last edited by the player at 16:47, Mon 18 Oct 2004.