Re: Story 102. The ArlÂ’s Ward
Brother Devons directs the group to stable their horses and stow their cart with the farm next to the elevated highway; he describes the farmer there “beyond reproach” and “the fount of integrity,” and promises he’ll be more than fair with price.
The man, a middle aged fellow named Eldred, comes as advertised, and, when told the quartet is recommended to him by Brother Devons, says the costs for housing the animals will be a silver per night. They pay out of the funds given them by Arl Eamon and, after a brief inspection of the mows and stables, are soon on their way.
A sturdy stone bridge arcs over the stream, and the friends turn onto it to make their way to the Refuge. Even though they’re a group of well-armed and armored men walking about, rough from the road, local folks seem to pay them little mind, like these sorts of travelers are not an uncommon sight in Lothering.
As they crest a bridge, a pair of women with a familial connection step onto the bridge from the other side; both are small and slight, with red hair and pale eyes. One is in a long dress of common design, covered by an apron that appears to have been recently stained reddish by berries; the other, clearly athletic by her toned physique, is in heavy leathers and well-armed, walking with a glaive.
As he locks eyes with the athletic one, something clicks in the depths of Loran’s mind. A hint of familiarity. Wild red hair. Giggles. Skinned knees. Flashes of childhood shenanigans.
Erin!
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Erin and her cousin, Sally, are heading to the loganberry bushes that grow along the knolls on the south edge of the village when the young warrior spots an entourage of mercenaries crossing the bridge ahead of them. It’s not unusual to see armed warriors and their friends running about, and she’s about to return her attention to their conversation about Sally’s sister’s disastrous romantic life when she catches the eye of the chantry brother.
For some reason, he looks like he fits his attire, like she knows he was destined for clerical robes. And those eyes. Kind eyes, and gentle. As they had always been, for as long as she knew him, since…since…
Loran!
OOC: Take it away, Loran and Erin!