Sᴀpɭınᵹs (oɾ "spɾıᵹɭınᵹs" ᴀs somє non-dɾyᴀdєs ɾєfєɾ ᴛo oʊɾ pɾє-ᴀdoɭєscєnᴛs) ᴀɾє moɾє ɾєᴀsonᴀbɭє ᴀnd knowɭєdᵹєᴀbɭє ᴛhᴀn ᴛhє pɾє-ᴀdoɭєscєnᴛs of oᴛhєɾ ɾᴀcєs, owınᵹ mosᴛ ɭıkєɭy dʊє ᴛo ᴛhє pᴀᴛıєnᴛ mᴀnnєɾ foɾ whıch oʊɾ spєcıєs ıs wєɭɭ-known. бʊᴛ ᴛhᴀᴛ doєs noᴛ mєᴀn ᴛhᴀᴛ ᴛhєy ᴀɾє AS ɾєᴀsonᴀbɭє ᴀs ᴀdʊɭᴛs. Sʊch wᴀs my (ɾє-)dıscovєɾy whєn Dʊsk ᴀnd I ᴀᴛᴛєmpᴛєd ᴛo hᴀvє Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs ɾєᴀdy ᴛo dєpᴀɾᴛ єᴀɾɭy yєsᴛєɾdᴀy moɾnınᵹ foɾ Cɾow's knıᵹhᴛınᵹ fєᴀsᴛ.

Afᴛєɾ fınᴀɭɭy ᵹєᴛᴛınᵹ hєɾ ınᴛo ᴛhє pʊɭɭєd wᴀᵹᵹon ᴛhᴀᴛ hᴀd sᴛoppєd ᴀᴛ ᴛhє Ashwoods ᴛo pıck ʊs ʊp, Dʊsk ᵹᴀvє mє ᴀn ıvy ᴀnd cєdᴀɾ cɾown, whıch I'd bєєn єxpєcᴛınᵹ - ıᴛ wᴀs ᴀ ᵹıfᴛ fɾom ᴛhє Chıɭdɾєn of Aʊᴛʊmn, boᴛh Һєᴀɾᴛwood ᴀnd Ashwood, who DID know Cɾow ᴀnd wᴀnᴛєd ᴛo honoʊɾ hıs knıᵹhᴛınᵹ. Oʊɾ wᴀᵹᵹon ᵹoᴛ ʊndєɾwᴀy ᴀnd wє pᴀssєd ımmєdıᴀᴛєɭy ᴛhɾoʊᵹh ᴛhє Mısᴛs bʊᴛ sᴛıɭɭ єmєɾᵹєd somє dısᴛᴀncє fɾom ᴛhє sıᴛє of ᴛhє fєᴀsᴛ (hєncє ᴛhє nєєd foɾ ᴛhє wᴀᵹᵹon), so wє whıɭєd ᴀwᴀy ᴛhє hoʊɾs of cᴀsʊᴀɭ cɭoppınᵹ by sınᵹınᵹ sonᵹs ᴛoᵹєᴛhєɾ ᴀnd hєɾ ᴀskınᵹ mє mᴀny qʊєsᴛıons ᴀboʊᴛ ᴛhє ᴛhınᵹs shє sᴀw ᴀɾoʊnd ʊs. Բoɾ onє so yoʊnᵹ shє hᴀs ᴀ ɾєmᴀɾkᴀbɭє sєnsє of ɾhyᴛhm ᴀnd shє ᴀɭso ɭovєs ᴛo dᴀncє ᴀnd movє ᴀɾoʊnd. 

I hᴀd ᴛhoʊᵹhᴛ ᴛhᴀᴛ pєɾhᴀps Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs mıᵹhᴛ fᴀɭɭ ᴀsɭєєp ᴀᴛ somє poınᴛ dʊɾınᵹ ᴛhє ᴛɾıp, bʊᴛ I ᴛhınk shє wᴀs sımpɭy ᴛoo єxcıᴛєd. Aɭᴛhoʊᵹh shє hᴀd nєvєɾ mєᴛ Cɾow (ᴀnd foɾ ᴛhᴀᴛ mᴀᴛᴛєɾ nєıᴛhєɾ hᴀd I), Dʊsk mє ᴛoɭd ᴛhᴀᴛ Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs hᴀd ᴛᴀɭkєd of noᴛhınᵹ bʊᴛ Cɾow's pᴀɾᴛy ᴀfᴛєɾ I ᴛoɭd ᴛhє ᴛwo of ᴛhєm I'd bє ᴛᴀkınᵹ oʊɾ sᴀpɭınᵹ ᴛo ᴛhє єvєnᴛ. Wє ᴀɾɾıvєd nєᴀɾ ᴛo ɭᴀsᴛ, owınᵹ ᴛo ᴛhє ᴛımє ıᴛ ᴛook ᴛo ᵹєᴛ Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs ᵹєᴀɾєd ʊp ᴛo ɭєᴀvє, bʊᴛ ın ᴛɾʊᴛh ᴛhє fєsᴛıvıᴛıєs hᴀd noᴛ sᴛᴀɾᴛєd, so wє wєɾє ᴀbɭє ᴛo hєᴀd ınsıdє wıᴛh ɭıᴛᴛɭє hєᴀd-ᴛʊɾnınᵹ.

Is whᴀᴛ I'd ɭıkє ᴛo sᴀy.

Whᴀᴛ ın fᴀcᴛ ᴀcᴛʊᴀɭɭy hᴀppєnєd, wᴀs ᴛhᴀᴛ my ɭıᴛᴛɭє Aʊᴛʊmn Chıɭd cᴀʊᵹhᴛ nєᴀɾɭy єvєɾyonє's ᴀᴛᴛєnᴛıon ᴛhᴀᴛ wᴀs nєᴀɾ ᴛhє dooɾwᴀy, ᴀnd ɾєcєıvєd mᴀny compɭımєnᴛs on hєɾ bєhᴀɭf ᴀboʊᴛ how ᴀdoɾᴀbɭє ᴀnd cʊᴛє shє wᴀs. Rєᴀsonᴀbɭє, ᴀs fєw pєopɭє sєє yoʊnᵹ Chıɭdɾєn of Aʊᴛʊmn oʊᴛsıdє of ᴛhєıɾ ᵹɾovєs, so Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs wᴀs ᴀ bıᴛ of ᴀ novєɭᴛy. бʊᴛ wє ᴀɭso ᴀᴛᴛɾᴀcᴛєd ᴀ bıᴛ of ᴀᴛᴛєnᴛıon bєcᴀʊsє Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs, nєvєɾ hᴀvınᵹ sєєn ᴀny bєınᵹs oᴛhєɾ ᴛhᴀn hєɾ own kınd bєfoɾє, ımmєdıᴀᴛєɭy sᴛᴀɾᴛєd ᴛo pᴀnıck ᴀnd cɭʊnᵹ dєspєɾᴀᴛєɭy ᴛo my nєck ᴀnd ᴛoɾso. 

Sqʊıɾє Sᴀɾo wᴀs onє of ᴛhє fıɾsᴛ ᴛo hᴀvє ᴀppɾoᴀchєd ʊs, ᴀs ᴛhє onɭy "nᴀᴛıvє" of Aɾdıc ᴛo know ᴀboʊᴛ Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs ᴛo bєᵹın wıᴛh, bʊᴛ shє hᴀd kєpᴛ ᴀ fᴀıɾ dısᴛᴀncє ʊpon sєєınᵹ how my dᴀʊᵹhᴛєɾ wᴀs ɾєᴀcᴛınᵹ. Afᴛєɾ I hᴀd hєɭd hєɾ sᴀfєɭy foɾ ᴛєn mınʊᴛєs oɾ so, Sqʊıɾє Sᴀɾo mʊsᴛ hᴀvє sєєn my ᴀɾms wєɾє ᵹєᴛᴛınᵹ ᴛıɾєd, foɾ shє sʊᵹᵹєsᴛєd I ᴛᴀkє ᴀ chᴀıɾ ᴀᵹᴀınsᴛ ᴀ wᴀɭɭ bʊᴛ ɾoʊᵹhɭy ın ᴛhє mıddɭє, ᴛo ᴀɭɭow Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs ᴛo ᵹєᴛ ʊsєd ᴛo ᴀɭɭ ᴛhє nєw fᴀcєs. Gɾᴀᴛєfʊɭɭy I foɭɭowєd hєɾ ᴀdvıcє ᴀnd ᴀɭso foɾcєd Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs ᴛo ᴛʊɾn ᴀɾoʊnd, ᴀɭɭowınᵹ hєɾ ᴛo sᴛıɭɭ sıᴛ ın my ɭᴀp ᴀnd ɭєᴀn hєᴀvıɭy ᴀᵹᴀınsᴛ mє ᴀs ɭonᵹ ᴀs shє coʊɭd wᴀᴛch єvєɾyonє єɭsє ᴛoo.

Thє ᴛᴀcᴛıc woɾkєd so wєɭɭ, єspєcıᴀɭɭy ᴀs oᴛhєɾs sʊch ᴀs Aɾᴀᵹon ᴀnd Һıs Gɾᴀcє бᴀɾon Һᴀvok cᴀmє ovєɾ ᴛo sᴀy hєɭɭo ᴀnd mᴀdє ᴀ poınᴛ ᴛo sᴛᴀy ᴀᴛ ᴀ smᴀɭɭ dısᴛᴀncє whıɭє spєᴀkınᵹ dıɾєcᴛɭy ᴛo mє ın ᴀ fɾıєndɭy mᴀnnєɾ. Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs wᴀs ᴀbɭє ᴛo dıscєɾn єvєnᴛʊᴀɭɭy ᴛhᴀᴛ ᴛhєsє wєɾє pєopɭє hєɾ fᴀᴛhєɾ wᴀs wєɭɭ ᴀcqʊᴀınᴛєd wıᴛh (mosᴛ of ᴛhєm, ᴀnywᴀy), ᴀnd bєfoɾє ᴛoo ɭonᵹ shє wᴀs hᴀvınᵹ convєɾsᴀᴛıons of hєɾ own wıᴛh ᴛhє ᴀdvєnᴛʊɾєɾs ın ᴀᴛᴛєndᴀncє. Shє єvєn ᵹoᴛ off my ɭᴀp ᴀnd (ᴛo my ınıᴛıᴀɭ hoɾɾoɾ) ᴛɾıєd ᴛo dʊєɭ бᴀɾon Һᴀvok wıᴛh onє of hєɾ ᴛwıᵹs! бʊᴛ бᴀɾon Һᴀvok pɭᴀyєd ɾıᵹhᴛ ᴀɭonᵹ, cᴀɾєfʊɭɭy coʊnᴛєɾınᵹ wıᴛh hıs єvєɾ-pɾєsєnᴛ poɭєᴀɾm ᴀnd ɭᴀʊᵹhınᵹ wıᴛh hєɾ ᴀnd єncoʊɾᴀᵹınᵹ hєɾ ᴛo dєvєɭop ᴀ "wᴀɾ fᴀcє." Iᴛ ᴀppєᴀɾs Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs hᴀs hєᴀɾd somє ᴀdvєnᴛʊɾınᵹ sᴛoɾıєs ᴀboʊᴛ hєɾ fᴀᴛhєɾ ᴀnd shє's ᴀɭɾєᴀdy on hєɾ wᴀy ᴛo bєcomınᵹ onє. -ᵹɾımᴀcє-

Onє oᴛhєɾ єvєnᴛ of pєɾsonᴀɭ ımpoɾᴛ occʊɾɾєd bєfoɾє ᴛhє Dʊchєss of Vᴀɭdᴀnıs cᴀɭɭєd ᴛhє compᴀny ᴛo oɾdєɾ foɾ ᴛhє cєɾєmony; I wᴀs ᴀppɾoᴀchєd by ᴀ ᵹɾєᴀᴛєɾ єɭf who ınᴛɾodʊcєd hımsєɭf ᴀs Sıɾ Mᴀᴛhıs, ᴀ knıᵹhᴛ of ᴛhє Mısᴛ-fᴀɾ kınᵹdom of Dɾᴀᵹonɾєᴀch ᴀnd mєmbєɾ of ᴛhє Oɾdєɾ of ᴛhє Єmєɾᴀɭd Բɭᴀmє (ᴛo whıch I ınıᴛıᴀɭɭy bʊᴛ sʊbᴛɭy ɾєcoıɭєd, ın ɭıᵹhᴛ of my onɭy pɾıoɾ knowɭєdᵹє of ᴛhє OЄԲ bєınᵹ ᴛhє ᴛєmpoɾᴀɾy cᴀpᴛʊɾє of ᴛhє Kınᵹ of Nєw Addᴀh). Һє wᴀs ᴀ pɭєᴀsᴀnᴛ mᴀn who hєɭd hımsєɭf wıᴛh nobɭє sᴛᴀᴛʊɾє, ᴀnd pɾєsєnᴛєd ᴀ ɭєᴛᴛєɾ ᴀddɾєssєd ᴛo mє fɾom onє Cyn, hєᴀɭєɾ of Dɾᴀᵹonɾєᴀch. Shє hᴀs єvıdєnᴛɭy foɭɭowєd by dɾєᴀmınᵹs ᴀnd, fᴀmıɭıᴀɾ wıᴛh dɾyᴀdє fɾıєnds of hєɾ own, sєnᴛ ᴀ ᵹıfᴛ of fınєɭy cᴀɾvєn woodєn єᴀᴛınᵹ ʊᴛєnsıɭs foɾ mє ᴛo ʊsє ın pɭᴀcє of sıɭvєɾwᴀɾє... ᴀs wєɭɭ ᴀs ᴀ knıᴛᴛєd pʊppy foɾ my dᴀʊᵹhᴛєɾ, whom shє hᴀd hєᴀɾd ɾʊmoʊɾs wᴀs ᴀᴛᴛєndınᵹ wıᴛh mє! Thє ᵹıfᴛs wєɾє boᴛh vєɾy ᴀppɾєcıᴀᴛєd ᴀnd I ᴀskєd Sıɾ Mᴀᴛhıs ᴛo pᴀss my ᵹɾᴀᴛıᴛʊdє on ᴛo Cyn whєn hє ɾєᴛʊɾnєd homє.

Aᴛ ᴀboʊᴛ ᴛhıs ᴛımє ᴛhє Dʊchєss of Vᴀɭdᴀnıs ᴀskєd foɾ єvєɾyonє's ᴀᴛᴛєnᴛıon, ᴀnd ın ɾєvєɾєnᴛ sıɭєncє wє dɾєw ınᴛo ᴀ cıɾcʊmfєɾєncє ᴀɾoʊnd hєɾsєɭf ᴀnd ᴛhє mᴀn who mʊsᴛ cєɾᴛᴀınɭy bє Cɾow. A vєɾy єxpєɾıєncєd ɭookınᵹ mᴀn, dєpɾıvєd of onє єyє ᴀnd wıᴛh ᴀ sɭıᵹhᴛ ᵹᴀıᴛ bʊᴛ sᴛıɭɭ hoɭdınᵹ ᴀ pɾoʊd bєᴀɾınᵹ, ın sımpɭy sєєınᵹ hım I coʊɭd ᴀɭmosᴛ sєє ın my mınd's єyє ᴛhᴀᴛ hє hᴀd ındєєd єxpєɾıєncєd mʊch ᴀnd donє mᴀny ᴛhınᵹs foɾ ᴛhє pєopɭє of ᴛhє ɾєᴀɭms ᴀɾoʊnd ʊs. Thє Dʊchєss spokє sɭowɭy ᴀnd pɭᴀınɭy of ᴛhє ᵹɾᴀᴛıᴛʊdє of mᴀny pєopɭє ᴛo Cɾow foɾ hıs dєєds on bєhᴀɭf of ᴛhє oɭd kınᵹdom, ᴀnd poınᴛєd oʊᴛ oᴛhєɾs who hᴀd comє ᴛo pᴀy homᴀᵹє ᴛo ᴛhє knıᵹhᴛ-cᴀndıdᴀᴛє -- my pᴀᴛɾon Loɾd Coʊncıɭɭoɾ Sı Sʊnsєєkєɾ (whom I hᴀd pɾєvıoʊsɭy ᵹɾєєᴛєd ᴀnd ınᴛɾodʊcєd ᴛo my dᴀʊᵹhᴛєɾ), Kınᵹ Lysєɾᵹıs of Dɾᴀᵹonɾєᴀch, ᴀs wєɭɭ ᴀs somє of ᴛhє bᴀɾons ᴀnd coʊnᴛs of Dɾᴀᵹonɾєᴀch.

And ᴛhєn, ᴀs foɾ cєnᴛʊɾıєs (cєɾᴛᴀınɭy sıncє my fıɾsᴛ ɭıfє, ıf my ɭımıᴛєd mєmoɾıєs ᴀɾє ᴛo bє ᴛɾʊsᴛєd) nobɭєs hᴀvє donє foɾ ᴛhєıɾ wᴀɾɾıoɾs, ᴛhє Dʊchєss ᴀskєd Cɾow ᴛo knєєɭ bєfoɾє hєɾ, ᴀnd ᴛᴀkınᵹ whᴀᴛ I bєɭıєvє wᴀs hıs vєɾy own swoɾd, ɭᴀıd ıᴛ on hıs ɾıᵹhᴛ ᴀnd ɭєfᴛ shoʊɭdєɾs ᴀnd dєcɭᴀɾєd hım ᴛo bє Sıɾ Cɾow, Knıᵹhᴛ of Vᴀɭdᴀnıs. Thє ᴀppɭᴀʊsє wᴀs ᴛhʊndєɾoʊs, ᴀnd my dᴀʊᵹhᴛєɾ ᴀnd I wєɾє swєpᴛ ʊp ın ᴀ sєᴀ of єmoᴛıon ᴀnd chєєɾ ᴀnd єxcıᴛєmєnᴛ.

Sıɾ Cɾow wᴀs sєᴀᴛєd on ᴛhє ɭєfᴛ hєᴀd of ᴛhє ɭonᵹ ᴛᴀbɭє ᴀᴛ whıch mosᴛ of ʊs sᴀᴛ, wıᴛh ᴛhє Dʊchєss, ᴛhє Kınᵹ, ᴀnd ᴛhє bᴀɾons ᴀᴛ ᴀ smᴀɭɭєɾ ᴛᴀbɭє dıɾєcᴛɭy ın fɾonᴛ of ıᴛ. Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs ᴀnd I sᴀᴛ bєᴛwєєn бᴀɾon Һᴀvok ᴀnd Kᴀı (wıᴛh Sqʊıɾє Sᴀɾo on Kᴀı's oᴛhєɾ sıdє). Thє Dʊchєss' own poɾᴛєɾs cᴀmє ᴀɾoʊnd ᴛo єᴀch pєɾson offєɾınᵹ spᴀɾkɭınᵹ wınє oɾ wᴀᴛєɾ (wє ᴛwo Aʊᴛʊmn Chıɭdɾєn ᴛhᴀnkєd ᴛhєm foɾ wᴀᴛєɾ, of coʊɾsє), ᴀnd ᴛhєn whıɭє wє ᴀɭɭ bɾokє bɾєᴀd ᴀnd dıppєd ıᴛ ın ᴛhє oıɭ ᴀnd chєєsє ᴛhᴀᴛ hᴀd bєєn ɭᴀıd ᴀɭonᵹ ᴛhє mıddɭє of ᴛhє ᴛᴀbɭє, ᴛhє poɾᴛєɾs ᴀɭso bɾoʊᵹhᴛ ʊs sᴀɭᴀds ᴀnd ɾoᴀsᴛєd bıɾd. I shᴀɾєd ᴀ pɭᴀᴛє wıᴛh Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs ᴀs shє jıbbєɾєd ᴀwᴀy ᴀᴛ my fɾıєnds ᴀnd ᴛhє oᴛhєɾ pєɾsons ın oʊɾ vıcınıᴛy, wıᴛh nєᴀɾɭy ᴀɭɭ of ᴛhosє ᴀdʊɭᴛ pєɾsons chєєɾfʊɭɭy ᴀnd kındɭy convєɾsᴀᴛınᵹ wıᴛh boᴛh hєɾ ᴀnd mysєɭf.

Aᴛ ᴀ pɾє-ᴀɾɾᴀnᵹєd poınᴛ ın ᴛhє mєᴀɭ, Loɾd Sʊnsєєkєɾ bєᵹᴀn ᴛhє pɾєsєnᴛᴀᴛıon of ᵹıfᴛs foɾ Sıɾ Cɾow. Thєy ıncɭʊdєd ᴀ knıᵹhᴛ's foɾmᴀɭ cɾown of nєᴀɾɭy ıdєnᴛıcᴀɭ sᴛyɭє ᴛo ᴛhᴀᴛ whıch Sıɾ Mᴀᴛhıs woɾє, spıcєd cıdєɾ fɾom Mᴀxwєɭɭ (my moʊᴛh wᴀᴛєɾєd whıɭє ıᴛ wᴀs bєınᵹ pɾєsєnᴛєd), ᴀ dıvınєɭy ᴀᵹєd ᴛɾıo of wınє boᴛᴛɭєs fɾom Dɾᴀᵹonɾєᴀch, ᴀnd oᴛhєɾs whıch wєɾє pɾєsєnᴛєd ın ᴀ ᵹɾoʊp ᴛo ᴛhє nєwɭy knıᵹhᴛєd chᴀmpıon. Chıɭdɾєn of Aʊᴛʊmn ʊndєɾsᴛᴀnd sʊch cєɾєmony bʊᴛ ᴀɾє hʊmbɭє ᴀnd dıscɾєєᴛ ın ᴛhєıɾ ᵹıfᴛ-ᵹıvınᵹ, so I wᴀs ᵹoınᵹ ᴛo wᴀıᴛ ᴛo pɾєsєnᴛ oʊɾ own cɾown ʊnᴛıɭ wє wєɾє ᴀboʊᴛ ᴛo ɭєᴀvє. Һowєvєɾ, ᴛhє nєxᴛ "ᵹıfᴛ" chᴀnᵹєd ᴀɭɭ of oʊɾ pɭᴀns ᴛɾєmєndoʊsɭy.

Loɾd Sʊnsєєkєɾ ᴛook ᴀn єxoᴛıc ɭockєd box of somє kınd ᴀnd pʊɭɭєd oʊᴛ ᴛhє ɭєᴛᴛєɾ whıch ɭᴀıd on ᴛop of ıᴛ, opєnınᵹ ıᴛ pɾєsʊmᴀbɭy ᴛo ᴀnnoʊncє who hᴀd dєɭıvєɾєd ᴛhє ᵹıfᴛ. Һıs cɾy of shock (ᴀnd I ʊsє ᴛhє ᴛєɾm ɭoosєɭy ᴀs hє ᴀɭwᴀys hᴀs bєєn sʊpɾєmєɭy composєd єvєn ın momєnᴛs of sᴛɾєss) cᴀʊᵹhᴛ єvєn ᴛhє ᴀᴛᴛєnᴛıon of ᴛhosє who hᴀd bєcomє qʊıᴛє dɾʊnk. Thє ɭєᴛᴛєɾ, whıch hє showєd mє pɾıvᴀᴛєɭy somє ᴛımє ɭᴀᴛєɾ ᴛo sєє ıf I coʊɭd ᵹɭєᴀn ᴀny ınfoɾmᴀᴛıon, ᴛhᴀnkєd єvєɾyonє foɾ ᴀɭɭowınᵹ ᴛhє wɾıᴛєɾ ᴛo ᴀᴛᴛєnd ᴀs ᴛhєy coʊɭd noᴛ ɾєsısᴛ sᴛᴀyınᵹ ᴀwᴀy fɾom so mᴀny nobɭєs ᴀnd knıᵹhᴛs, ᴀnd ᴀɭso ᴛhᴀnkєd ʊs foɾ єᴀᴛınᵹ "ᴛhєıɾ" food ᴀnd dɾınk, whıch boʊnd ʊs ınᴛo ᴛhєıɾ sєɾvıcє. Wє hᴀd ᴀppᴀɾєnᴛɭy bєєn poısonєd, oɾ moɾє ᴀccʊɾᴀᴛєɭy, cʊɾsєd. 

Thє ɭєᴛᴛєɾ dıd, howєvєɾ, sᴛᴀᴛє ᴛhᴀᴛ ᴛhє wɾıᴛєɾ wᴀs spoɾᴛınᵹ ᴀnd offєɾєd ᴀ chᴀncє foɾ ʊs ᴀɭɭ ᴛo єscᴀpє oʊɾ fᴀᴛє. Thє ᵹᴀmєs whıch Kınᵹ Kɭoʊsє hᴀd ᴀɾɾᴀnᵹєd foɾ ᴛhє єvєnᴛ, oɾıᵹınᴀɭɭy mєᴀnᴛ ᴛo bє ɾєwᴀɾdєd wıᴛh coın, now woʊɭd ᵹɾᴀnᴛ ʊs mᴀᵹıcᴀɭ ᵹєmsᴛonєs whıch, whєn ɭᴀıd ın ᴛhє pɾopєɾ oɾdєɾ ᴀᴛop ᴛhє box, woʊɭd ᵹıvє ʊs ᴛhє mєᴀns ᴛo bɾєᴀk ᴛhє cʊɾsє. 

Ƿєɾsons vᴀɾıєd ın ᴛhєıɾ ɾєsponsє, somє ɾısınᵹ ın ᴀɭᴀɾm ımmєdıᴀᴛєɭy ᴀnd ᵹoınᵹ ᴛo ᴛhє ᵹᴀmєs, somє ᴛhınkınᵹ ıᴛ wᴀs ᴀ hᴀɾmɭєss pɾᴀnk, ᴀnd somє ɾєmᴀınınᵹ ᴛhoʊᵹhᴛfʊɭ ᴀs ᴛhєy ɾєᴀsonєd ıᴛ oʊᴛ. Whıɭє Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs obsєɾvєd ᴛhє ɾʊckʊs ᴀɾoʊnd ʊs ᴀnd conᴛınʊєd єᴀᴛınᵹ hєɾ food, Loɾd Sʊnsєєkєɾ ᴀnd I єxᴀmınєd ᴛhє woɾdınᵹ ᴀnd wɾıᴛınᵹ of ᴛhє ɭєᴛᴛєɾ (whıch wᴀs sımpɭy sıᵹnєd "N") moɾє cɭosєɭy. Wє concɭʊdєd ᴛhᴀᴛ ᴛhıs wᴀs cєɾᴛᴀınɭy somє soɾᴛ of Բᴀє pɭoy, dʊє ᴛhє pᴀᴛᴛєɾnınᵹ of somє of ᴛhє phɾᴀsєs ᴀnd ᴛhє ᴀmbıᵹʊıᴛy whıch wıᴛh ᴛhє fınᴀɭ oʊᴛcomє wᴀs "dєscɾıbєd" (nᴀmєɭy, noᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴀɭɭ). Loɾd Sʊnsєєkєɾ hᴀd ᴀskєd somє of ᴛhє oᴛhєɾ hıᵹh mᴀᵹıcıᴀns ın ᴀᴛᴛєndᴀncє ᴛo chєck oʊɾ sᴛᴀᴛʊs ᴀnd ᴀᴛ ɭєᴀsᴛ ᴀssʊɾєd mє ᴛhᴀᴛ ᴛhє cʊɾsє dıd noᴛ spᴀᴛıᴀɭɭy ᴛɾᴀp ʊs ın ᴛhıs Mısᴛ pockєᴛ, bʊᴛ I ᴀssʊɾєd hım I woʊɭd noᴛ ɭєᴀvє ʊnᴛıɭ I hᴀd hєɭpєd єvєɾyonє soɭvє ᴛhє Բᴀє's ɾıddɭєs.

Rєᴀɭısınᵹ ᴛhᴀᴛ ᴛhє oʊᴛcomє of ᴛhıs dᴀy wᴀs ʊncєɾᴛᴀın, I ɭєfᴛ Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs ʊndєɾ ᴛhє wᴀᴛchfʊɭ єyє of hєɾ cʊɾɾєnᴛ convєɾsᴀᴛıonᴀɭ pᴀɾᴛnєɾ, бᴀɾon Һᴀvok, whıɭє I ᴀppɾoᴀchєd Sıɾ Cɾow ᴀnd ınᴛɾodʊcєd mysєɭf. I єxpɭᴀınєd ᴛhᴀᴛ ᴀɭᴛhoʊᵹh I hᴀd ɾєcєnᴛɭy ᴀwokєn ᴀnd ᴛhʊs nєvєɾ mєᴛ hım, ᴛhєɾє wєɾє mᴀny Chıɭdɾєn of Aʊᴛʊmn who hєᴀɾd of oɾ єvєn wıᴛnєssєd hıs dєєds ᴀnd ᴛhєy wıshєd ᴛo ᴛhᴀnk hım foɾ ᴀɭɭ hє hᴀd donє, ᴀs wєɭɭ ᴀs honoʊɾ hıs ᴀscєnsıon ᴛo knıᵹhᴛhood. Һє wᴀs sʊɾpɾısєd bʊᴛ ᵹɾᴀᴛєfʊɭ foɾ ᴛhє cɾown, whıch I ᴀdvısєd hım noᴛ ᴛo wєᴀɾ ᴀᴛ ᴛhıs ᴛımє ovєɾ ᴛhє mєᴛᴀɭɭıc cɾown sıncє ıᴛ woʊɭd pɾobᴀbɭy bє qʊıᴛє ıᴛchy (hє chʊckɭєd ᴀᴛ ᴛhıs), ᴀnd ᴛhєn hє ᴛhᴀnkєd mє foɾ comınᵹ ᴀnd ᴀskєd mє ᴛo convєy hıs bєsᴛ wıshєs ᴛo ᴛhє ᵹɾovєs I ᴀᴛᴛєndєd.

бy ᴛhıs ᴛımє ᴛhє ᴀᴛᴛєndєєs hᴀd spɾєᴀd oʊᴛ ᴀmonᵹsᴛ ᴛhє mʊɭᴛıpɭє ᵹᴀmєs ᴀnd ɾıddɭєs ᴛo soɭvє ᴛhєm, so ᴛhє onє I fıɾsᴛ ᴀppɾoᴀchєd wᴀs ᴀ ᴛᴀbɭє on whıch wєɾє sєvєn dıffєɾєnᴛ sızєd ᴀnd shᴀpєd vıᴀɭs of dıffєɾєnᴛ coɭoʊɾєd ɭıqʊıds. Thє pᴀɾchmєnᴛ nєᴀɾby dєscɾıbєd ın ɾhymınᵹ ɾıddɭє ᴛhᴀᴛ dɾınkınᵹ onє woʊɭd ᵹıvє ʊs ᴛhє ᵹєmsᴛonє, onє woʊɭd "sєnd ʊs ovєɾ ᴛhє moon", ᴛwo wєɾє єɭf wınє ᴀnd ᴛhɾєє wєɾє poıson. Nommєɾıc ᴀnd I oɾıᵹınᴀɭɭy ᴛɾıєd ᴛo ɾєᴀson ıᴛ oʊᴛ, ᴀnd I sᴀw Lᴀdy Ahɭᴀnᴀ ᴀppɾoᴀchınᵹ ᴛhınkınᵹ shє woʊɭd bє ᴀbɭє ᴛo ᴀssısᴛ ʊs wıᴛh ᴛhє ɭoᵹıc, bʊᴛ shє chosє ᴛhє bɾᴀvєɾ (ᴀnd bɾᴀshєɾ) opᴛıon - shє ᴀnd ᴛhɾєє oᴛhєɾs sımpɭy dɾᴀnk ᴀᴛ ɾᴀndom. As fᴀᴛє woʊɭd hᴀvє ıᴛ, Lᴀdy Ahɭᴀnᴀ's dɾınk cᴀʊsєd ᴛhє ᵹєm ᴛo mᴀnıfєsᴛ ın hєɾ hᴀnd, whıɭє Sqʊıɾє Sᴀɾo ᴀnd ᴀ ᵹєnᴛɭєmᴀn ᵹoᴛ dɾʊnk ᴀnd Rєzzık ᵹoᴛ poısonєd. Һє wᴀs qʊıckɭy ɾєvıvєd ᴀnd cʊɾєd, howєvєɾ.

Movınᵹ on, I joınєd Mᴀxwєɭɭ ᴀnd Aɾᴀᵹon ᴀᴛ ᴀ pєcʊɭıᴀɾ mᴀnnєqʊın whıch wᴀs єnchᴀnᴛєd ᴛo spєᴀk ın ɾıddɭєs. I bєɭıєvє I ᴀssısᴛєd ın ᴀnswєɾınᵹ ᴛwo of ᴛhє ᴛєn pʊzzɭєs, bʊᴛ wᴀs ʊnfᴀmıɭıᴀɾ wıᴛh oᴛhєɾs (foɾ ınsᴛᴀncє, ᴛhє fıɾsᴛ ɾıddɭє wᴀs "Goɭd bєyond mєᴀsʊɾє fıɭɭs ᴛhєsє wᴀɭɭs bʊᴛ no mᴀn bʊıɭᴛ ıᴛ; spєᴀɾs wıᴛhoʊᴛ nʊmbєɾ ᵹʊᴀɾd ᴛhєsє wᴀɭɭs bʊᴛ no mᴀn wᴀɾds ıᴛ" ᴀnd ᴛhє ᴀnswєɾ, єvєnᴛʊᴀɭɭy pɾovıdєd by Vєɭnᴀєʊs, wᴀs "ᴀ bєєhıvє"). Whıɭє oᴛhєɾs ɾєᴀsonєd oʊᴛ ᴛhє ɾıddɭєs I coʊɭd noᴛ hєɭp wıᴛh, Loɾd Sʊnsєєkєɾ sᴀᴛ wıᴛh mє ᴀnd ᴛᴀskєd mє wıᴛh somєᴛhınᵹ ın ᴛhє comınᵹ wєєks, whıch I mᴀy commєnᴛ on ın ᴀ ɭᴀᴛєɾ joʊɾnᴀɭ bʊᴛ hᴀs no bєᴀɾınᵹ on ᴛhıs єnᴛɾy.

In ᴛhє mєᴀnᴛımє, Lᴀdy Ahɭᴀnᴀ ᴀnd Rєzzık hᴀd foɭɭowєd ᴀnoᴛhєɾ pᴀɾchmєnᴛ's ınsᴛɾʊcᴛıon whıch sᴀıd "jʊsᴛ ᴀdd wᴀᴛєɾ" ᴛo ᴀ bᴀsın wıᴛh cɾysᴛᴀɭs, bʊᴛ whєn ᴛhєy dıd so ᴀ Cıɾcɭє of Ƿowєɾ ᴀɾoʊnd ᴛhєm ᴀcᴛıvᴀᴛєd ᴀnd ᴛєɭєpoɾᴛєd ᴛhєm єɭsєwhєɾє. Whєn ᴛhєy ᴀbɾʊpᴛɭy ɾıfᴛєd bᴀck ın, Lᴀdy Ahɭᴀnᴀ wᴀs dyınᵹ (ᴀs Nommєɾıc dєᴛєɾmınєd bєfoɾє I coʊɭd ɾєᴀch hєɾ), ᴀnd I ᴛhᴀnkєd Բoɾᴛᴀnnıs ᴛhᴀᴛ I hᴀd ᴛhє mysᴛıcᴀɭ єnєɾᵹy ᴛo ɾєvıvє hєɾ wıᴛh ᴀ Cʊɾє Lıᵹhᴛ Woʊnds spєɭɭ, ᴀnd ᴛhєn ɾєvıᴛᴀɭısє hєɾ fʊɾᴛhєɾ wıᴛh ᴀ Cʊɾє Sєɾıoʊs Woʊnds spєɭɭ. Afᴛєɾ shє ᴀnd Rєzzık hᴀd bєєn ᵹıvєn ᴛımє ᴛo ɾєcʊpєɾᴀᴛє, ᴛhєy єxpɭᴀınєd ᴛhᴀᴛ ᴛhıs pʊzzɭє wᴀs ᴀ combᴀᴛ ᴛєsᴛ of somє kınd. Һᴀvınᵹ Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs wıᴛh mє I coʊɭd noᴛ joın ᴛhє sєcond ᵹɾoʊp ᴛhᴀᴛ wıshєd ᴛo ᴀᴛᴛєmpᴛ ᴛhє chᴀɭɭєnᵹє ᴀnd єᴀɾn ᴛhє ᵹєmsᴛonє, bʊᴛ ᴛhєy nʊmbєɾєd ᴀᴛ ɭєᴀsᴛ sєvєn whєn ᴛhєy ᴀcᴛıvᴀᴛєd ᴛhє bᴀsın ᴀᵹᴀın ᴀnd ɾєᴛʊɾnєd ᴛɾıʊmphᴀnᴛɭy wıᴛh ᴛhєıɾ ɾєwᴀɾd.

Vєɭnᴀєʊs hᴀd bєєn sᴛʊdyınᵹ ᴀ pʊzzɭє whıch sʊıᴛєd hım vєɾy wєɭɭ, ᴀs ıᴛ ɾєqʊıɾєd єɭєmєnᴛᴀɭ єnєɾᵹy ᴛo ᴀcᴛıvᴀᴛє. Thєɾє wєɾє foʊɾ єnᵹɾᴀvınᵹs (dɾᴀᵹon, pıxıє, ᵹɾyphon, ᴀnd ᵹobɭın) ʊpon whıch hᴀd ᴛo bє pɭᴀcєd foʊɾ ᴛokєns (bɭᴀck, ɾєd, bɭʊє, sıɭvєɾ), ᴀnd ᴛhєn єᴀch єnᵹɾᴀvınᵹ ᴀppɾopɾıᴀᴛєɭy ᴛoʊchєd wıᴛh ᴀn єɭєmєnᴛ (fıɾє, ıcє, ɭıᵹhᴛnınᵹ, єᴀɾᴛh). As wıᴛh ᴛhє vıᴀɭs, ᴀ sєɾıєs of pᴀɾᴛıᴀɭ cɭʊєs wєɾє mєᴀnᴛ foɾ ʊs ᴛo ɾєᴀson oʊᴛ ᴛhє pɾopєɾ soɭʊᴛıon, ᴀnd hє hᴀd comє vєɾy cɭosє. Sqʊıɾє Sᴀɾo ᴀnd I ɾєvıєwєd ᴛhє cɭʊєs ᴀᴛ hıs ɾєqʊєsᴛ ᴀnd poınᴛєd oʊᴛ ᴀ possıbɭє ᴀɭᴛєɾnᴀᴛıvє, ᴀs wє coʊɭd ᴛєɭɭ ᴛhє pʊzzɭє wᴀs nєᴀɾɭy ᴀccʊɾᴀᴛє; ᴀfᴛєɾ hє swıᴛchєd ᴛwo ᴛokєns ᴀnd ᵹᴀvє єᴀch єnᵹɾᴀvınᵹ ᴀnoᴛhєɾ єɭєmєnᴛᴀɭ ᴛoʊch, ᴀ foʊɾᴛh ᵹєmsᴛonє mᴀnıfєsᴛєd ın ᴛhє mıddɭє of ᴛhє ᴛᴀbɭє.

Oᴛhєɾ ᴀᴛᴛєndєєs of ᴛhє ᵹᴀɭᴀ hᴀd compɭєᴛєd ᴀ chᴀɭɭєnᵹє ınvoɭvınᵹ ᴛwo concєnᴛɾıc Cıɾcɭєs of Ƿowєɾ ᴀnd hᴀd ɾєᴛɾıєvєd ᴛhє fıfᴛh ᵹєmsᴛonє, so Mᴀxwєɭɭ ᴛook ᴛhєm ᴀɭɭ ᴀnd pɭᴀcєd єᴀch ᵹєmsᴛonє ın ᴛhє ᴀppɾopɾıᴀᴛєɭy shᴀpєd sɭoᴛ on ᴛop of ᴛhє єxoᴛıc box, whıch poppєd opєn ɾєvєᴀɭınᵹ ᴀ ɭєᴛᴛєɾ ᴀnd ᴀ ɭᴀɾᵹє voɭʊmє of cʊɾɾєncy, ınᵹɾєdıєnᴛs, scɾoɭɭs, ᴀnd єnchᴀnᴛєd ᴛɾınkєᴛs. Thє ɭєᴛᴛєɾ ɾєᴀd, "Wєɭɭ donє, my fɭowєɾs. Բᴀɾєwєɭɭ foɾ now," ᴀnd ʊpon Mᴀxwєɭɭ's ɾєᴀdınᵹ of ıᴛ ᴀɭoʊd, wє ᴀɭɭ fєɭᴛ ᴀn єssєncє of somєᴛhınᵹ ɭєᴀvє oʊɾ bodıєs, whıch mʊsᴛ hᴀvє bєєn ᴛhє ɾєɭєᴀsє fɾom ᴛhє cʊɾsє. 

Thoʊᵹh wє nєvєɾ dıd dєᴛєɾmınє who ᴀmonᵹ ᴛhє ᵹʊєsᴛs wᴀs ᴛhє ᵹʊıɭᴛy Բᴀє, wє hᴀd no pɾobɭєm hєɭpınᵹ oʊɾsєɭvєs ᴛo ᴛhє ᴛɾєᴀsʊɾє ᴀnd ᴀɭɭ who wєɾє ᴛhєɾє mᴀdє oʊᴛ vєɾy wєɭɭ. I wᴀs doʊbɭy ᵹɾᴀᴛєfʊɭ ᴛhᴀᴛ Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs hᴀd comє wıᴛh mє, noᴛ onɭy bєcᴀʊsє ᴀs ᴀ yoʊnᵹ Chıɭd of Aʊᴛʊmn shє doєs noᴛ sʊffєɾ pᴀın ᴀᴛ ᴛhє ᴛoʊch of mєᴛᴀɭ ᴛhє wᴀy ᴛhᴀᴛ I do (ᴀnd so shє coʊɭd hєɭp mє pɭᴀcє ᴛhє coınᴀᵹє I ɾєcєıvєd ınᴛo my sᴀᴛchєɭ), bʊᴛ bєcᴀʊsє Loɾd Sʊnsєєkєɾ dıɭıᵹєnᴛɭy єnsʊɾєd ᴛhᴀᴛ shє ɾєcєıvєd ᴀ shᴀɾє of ᴛhє ᴛɾєᴀsʊɾє ᴀs wєɭɭ foɾ hᴀvınᵹ bєєn pɾєsєnᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛhє fєᴀsᴛ. 

As ᴛhє ᴛɾєᴀsʊɾєs wєɾє dıspєɾsєd, I wᴀs joınєd by onє of ᴛhє hobɭınᵹ poɾᴛєɾs, who mᴀdє somє sʊbᴛɭє ɾєmᴀɾks ᴀboʊᴛ my dᴀʊᵹhᴛєɾ ᴀnd I bєınᵹ dɾyᴀds sıncє sєvєɾᴀɭ dɾyᴀds wєɾє mєmbєɾs of ᴛhє Oɾdєɾ of ᴛhє Thoɾn, whıch hıs homє cıᴛy of Uᴛh ᴀppᴀɾєnᴛɭy hᴀd dєcɭᴀɾєd pєɾsonᴀ non ᵹɾᴀᴛᴀ. I wᴀs somєwhєɾє bєᴛwєєn ᴛᴀkınᵹ offєnsє ᴀnd bєınᵹ ᴀɭᴀɾmєd foɾ Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs' sᴀfєᴛy ᴀnd hᴀsᴛıɭy ınsısᴛєd ᴛhᴀᴛ nєıᴛhєɾ of ʊs bєɭonᵹєd ᴛo ᴛhє ᵹɾoʊp. Һє ᴀccєpᴛєd ᴛhıs ᴀs ᴛɾʊᴛhfʊɭ (whıch ıᴛ wᴀs), bʊᴛ mєnᴛıonєd ᴛo mє ᴛhᴀᴛ ᴛhє ɾʊɭınᵹ nobɭєs of Uᴛh woʊɭd ɾєwᴀɾd ᴀnyonє who bɾoʊᵹhᴛ ᴛhєm ınfoɾmᴀᴛıon on ᴛhє Oɾdєɾ. 

Thıs sєєmєd ɭıkє ᴀn єxcєɭɭєnᴛ ᴛımє ᴛo dєpᴀɾᴛ, єspєcıᴀɭɭy sıncє Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs hᴀd compɭєᴛєd hєɾ "dɾᴀwınᵹ" of ᴛhє sᴛᴀɾɾy sky of Ashwood foɾ ᴛhє Dʊchєss (I ᴛhᴀnkєd ᴛhᴀᴛ nobɭє ɭᴀdy foɾ pɾovıdınᵹ my dᴀʊᵹhᴛєɾ wıᴛh somєᴛhınᵹ ᴛo pᴀss ᴛhє ᴛımє ᴀnd foɾ wᴀᴛchınᵹ hєɾ bєfoɾє ᴛhє ᴛɾєᴀsʊɾє wᴀs dıspєɾsєd). I bєɭıєvє shє hᴀs mᴀdє mᴀny fɾıєnds ᴀmonᵹ ᴛhosє ᴛhᴀᴛ ᴀᴛᴛєndєd, ᴀnd shє shoʊᴛєd mᴀny ɭoʊd ᵹoodbyєs ᴛo ᴛhєm ᴀs wє ᵹᴀᴛhєɾєd my sᴛᴀff ᴀnd oʊɾ oᴛhєɾ bєɭonᵹınᵹs ᴀnd ɭoᴀdєd oʊɾsєɭvєs bᴀck ınᴛo ᴛhє wᴀᵹᵹon. I cɭıckєd ᴀᴛ ᴛhє dᴀppɭє ᵹɾєy whıch hᴀd bɾoʊᵹhᴛ ʊs ᴀnd hє bєᵹᴀn ᴛo cɭıp-cɭop oʊᴛ of ᴛhє Һoɭd whєɾє ᴛhє fєᴀsᴛ wᴀs, ɭєᴀdınᵹ ʊs ᴛo ᴛhє ᵹɾᴀssɭᴀnds whıch woʊɭd ᴛᴀkє ᴛwo oɾ ᴛhɾєє ᴛᴀoıdᴀ ᴛo cɾoss.

Thıs ᴛımє, Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs dıd sɭєєp. I ᴛook ᴀ fєw oppoɾᴛʊnıᴛıєs ᴛo ɭook bᴀck ᴀᴛ hєɾ, nєsᴛɭєd ın ᴛhє bᴀck of ᴛhє wᴀᵹᵹon, woɾn oʊᴛ fɾom hєɾ єxcıᴛєmєnᴛ whıch shє hᴀd ᴀᴛ fıɾsᴛ bєєn so ovєɾwhєɭmєd by. I spєnᴛ ᴛhє fıɾsᴛ pᴀɾᴛ of ᴛhє ɾıdє mʊsınᵹ ovєɾ Loɾd Sʊnsєєkєɾ's ᴛᴀsk foɾ mє, ᴀnd whєɾє I mıᵹhᴛ fınd ᴛhє ınfoɾmᴀᴛıon hє nєєdєd. Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs wokє ᴀfᴛєɾ onɭy ᴀ ᴛᴀoıdє, ᴀnd I ᴀskєd hєɾ ᴛo ɾєɭᴀy hєɾ vıєwpoınᴛ of єvєɾyᴛhınᵹ wє hᴀd donє ᴛhᴀᴛ dᴀy. 

Whєn ᴀᴛ ɭᴀsᴛ wє ɾєᴀchєd ᴛhє Mısᴛ ᴀnd I ɭєd ʊs bᴀck ᴛhɾoʊᵹh ᴛhosє ᴛɾᴀvєɭɭınᵹ vᴀpoʊɾs ᴛo ᴛhє Ashwood, Dʊsk wᴀs ᴛhєɾє wᴀıᴛınᵹ foɾ ʊs. Xє wᴀs somєwhᴀᴛ ᴀnxıoʊs ʊnᴛıɭ I ʊnɭoᴀdєd Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs ᴀnd xє sᴀw ᴛhᴀᴛ wє hᴀd noᴛ bєєn hᴀɾmєd - I ᴛoɭd xyɾ ıᴛ hᴀd sımpɭy bєєn ᴛhє ɭᴀnd pᴀssᴀᵹє ᴛhᴀᴛ hᴀd dєɭᴀyєd ʊs. Xє wᴀs so ɾєɭıєvєd ᴛhᴀᴛ I dєcıdєd ᴛo ᵹɭoss ovєɾ ᴛhє єvєnᴛs of ᴛhє dᴀy, єspєcıᴀɭɭy sıncє no hᴀɾm of ᴀny ımpoɾᴛ hᴀd occʊɾɾєd. Thєn xє ınvıᴛєd mє ᴛo sᴛᴀy wıᴛh Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs ᴀnd xyɾ foɾ ᴛhє nıᵹhᴛ bєfoɾє I ɾєᴛʊɾnєd ᴛo Aɾdıc, whıch of coʊɾsє I ᴀccєpᴛєd. Inᴛo ᴛhє nıᵹhᴛ oʊɾ ɭıᴛᴛɭє sᴀpɭınᵹ pɭᴀyєd wıᴛh hєɾ ɭıᴛᴛɭє pʊppy ᴛoy ᴀnd ᴛoɭd hєɾ moᴛhєɾ ᴀɭɭ ᴀboʊᴛ ᴛhє nıcє ᴀdvєnᴛʊɾєɾs ᴛhᴀᴛ hᴀd ᵹıvєn hєɾ food ᴀnd pɭᴀyєd wıᴛh hєɾ. Shє ᴀɭso sᴛᴀɾᴛєd dʊєɭɭınᵹ ᴀn ımᴀᵹınᴀɾy fɾıєnd wıᴛh onє of hєɾ ᴛwıᵹs ᴀᵹᴀın, whıch hᴀd mє chʊckɭınᵹ ᴀɭɭ ᴛhє wᴀy ʊnᴛıɭ I fєɭɭ ᴀsɭєєp ɭᴀsᴛ nıᵹhᴛ.

✨ Day of the Dead

Had i known we were going to be walking at least ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sɪxᴛʏ ᴠᴇʀsᴛăs to get to whitford, i would have either stolen a varda or a horse. I confess to being tired and cranky by the time we reached the far-flung corner of springdale. I may attempt to convene the familia elders to forge at least one waystone in a central location of the region.

But i digress. It took us five dăți, not my estimated two, but our company arrived somewhat fatigued and otherwise unharmed. Thankfully squire matthew was directly on hand both to welcome us, and to calmly point out the greendead (which he had alluded to in his letter) that were immediately surrounding us. Ardos and the pride, members of the oef, and other adventurers such as myself set up a perimeter and kept the greendead at bay while sir mathis and aunt cyn received the squire's most updated report on the situation. 

By this time (whether due to our painfully long trek or otherwise) there were only three candidates for the mayorship remaining (i learned from aunt cyn later as i was otherwise occupied) - the three frontrunners squire matthew had written of. Squire matthew intended us to be fresh sets of eyes on the most recent crime scenes. In addition the squire had explained that the greendead had been appearing around whitford for several months, as some form of intelligent spore «possessed» the bodies of the dead and reanimated them; given the increasing number of murders in whitford since the election was announced, the greendead have proliferated more quickly.

Whomever made the suggestion to move quickly from house to house was very wise, as the greendead came on us in pairs of waves wherever we went. They would first shamble loosely one by one up to our closed ranks, engaging in combat with one or two of us and trying to separate us from our group. Like the mimics at lightlock mine (perhaps the very same creatures), even when they were knocked unconscious they would still get up a few more times after a pause of some seconds, their bodies only truly dissipating after the third or fourth «kill.» Then once we had dispatched them all and cleared the field as we moved ahead, a pack of them at much faster speeds would rush us all at once.

At the first crime scene we were met with grisly details early on; there were streaks of blood on the ground and porch around the bashed-in door, and (although i did not deign to enter the abode) aunt cyn and sir mathis found the body of the late tenant, dead from what appeared to be heavy claw wounds.  One of our cohorts set up a wall of force on one egress of the porch to allow us to concentrate our defences against the greendead on the other egress, while the knights investigated further. A letter was found inside written by the victim about valdr, one of his opponents, claiming his only advantage was that he was rich. Aside from the signs of struggle and the remains of the injured corpse, a fragment of rope was also found nearby, almost overly incongruous, with a silver fingerprint on it. Nearby lay a piece of leather armour, owner unidentifiable.

The wall of force was dispelled to return the mystical energy to its caster and we banded our way across the settlement to the second crime scene, led by squire matthew. Already at this point the relentless greendead were taking their toll on us and i know that while assisting in the defence of the second house i was knocked out several times, one time of which i was infected with some of the greendeads' spores as i woke up with green spots on my dermis and dizziness in my head. Still since there seemed to be no obvious side effects, we all rotated shifts of defence and healing/refitting while aunt cyn and the knights investigated the second body, who appeared to have hung herself. A similar strand of rope with another fingerprint was found, along with another piece of armour and a silver circlet. There was also a discarded journal entry by the victim, who apparently had been having an affair with valdr and was about to go public with it.

The third abode that squire matthew led us to was at the far end of a field in which greendead were already quite numerous, and when we got there and were hurriedly rushed inside the destroyed front wall, squire matthew laid down another wall of force to seal us away from the greendead. Which would have been a good strategy, save that pebbles (one of bregsmourn's barbarian adventurers and a member of ardos' pride) has either severe claustrophobia or a severe phobia of celestial magics. Not having been warned that the wall of force was about to be placed, she quite naturally panicked and began to transition into berserker mode. Though sir mathis managed to dispel the wall of force she had already begun attacking squire matthew and had to be ushered to the treeline by another of our companions, nyio (another barbarian/pride member).

The house itself yielded few clues, as there was no third body in the house. Another silver circlet was found outside, and more leather armour and clothes inside, but seemingly there was no note or journal entry that was designed to frame valdr - for so most of us had determined, some of the «evidence» had to have been planted. Pebbles however is a gifted tracker and, once calmed down, immediately saw the signs of footprints leaving the area of the house into the nearby woods. We followed the tracks and eventually found a bandit encampment, who seemingly wanted to be left alone in exchange for not attacking us. Since sir mathis was reasonably sure they had taken items from the house, however, we would not leave them be, and ended up in a fight.

The bandits were mostly easily subdued, save for one with an unreasonably powerful swing who nearly killed me before lord lukas incapacitated him. Four bandits dead and three unconscious, i assisted in the revival of the survivors after they were bound and held at swordpoint, including the woman who led the band. Under interrogation by sir mathis she indicated she had killed the third victim, taken a stockpile of weapons and some gold from the third house, and also found a note but, deeming it worthless, left it at the treeline. Sir mathis had the authority to find them guilty and sentence them to a single death, and the three survivors were thus killed to resurrect elsewhere. I collected some of the swords at the direction of the knights, managing to fit them into my primary scabbard while i simply held çerhêni unsheathed.

The path we took to retrieve the note, however, led us to see a caravan that had been attacked on the side of the road, not far from a fourth victim's house. Aunt cyn was distraught to see that one of the victims at the caravan was a mere child and became quite angry and determined - i think she would have swung at and killed greendead with her bare hands if i hadn't continued to insist on defending her. One major difference between these murders and the previous three was that the method of execution seemed to be different; in fact at the house itself there was an club, such as what high orcs or high ogres might favour. Was it a murder weapon or a gift? A journal entry or some other writing indicated the late owner of this house was well acquainated with a band of ogres that lived in the community deep in the woods, so aunt cyn determined we would need to speak with them and let them know their friend was dead.

In the interest of trying to make the talk go smoothly, i suggested that we offer them the swords i had been carrying as a gift (to which sir mathis agreeing said, «the best way to keep talks peaceful is to willingly arm the other party»). When we reached the encampment, sir mathis, lord lukas, and aunt cyn went first, followed by myself holding the swords across my forearms. But in short order (almost unabashedly) the ogres admitted to killing not only their friend but also the caravan, including the child (aunt cyn turned around and hissed «we are not giving them those swords»), in exchange for a payment of a great deal of gold from a cloaked anonymon. They said they felt bad but it was so much gold that they could not turn it down. In lieu of being tried and executed for the crimes of murder, sir mathis convinced them to go to a nearby fort where their late friend was trying to get them assimilated into civilised society, where they would have to do community service to make up for their atrocities but at least still live peaceably.

Having received the gold they had been given, as well as what additional information about their benefactor they could provide, we proceeded to the home of angol devourx, one of the candidates, a golem from foundry. The ogres had said their benefactor had a large body; the fingerprints we had found were made of silver. It seemed like this angol was trying to pin the crimes on valdr in order to secure his victory in the mayoral election. When we reached the place where squire matthew said the house was, however··· it was gone. completely. All that remained were dirt and ashes, which were glanced through as inconsequential until someone happened to find a piece of paper that appeared to be a map.

The document had been torn up so ardos and others went digging through the clay for the remaining pieces while collette attempted to piece what they found together. She came very close to completing it with about half the pieces available but then got stumped, and i offered to assist, which she accepted. Examining the shapes of the tears in the parchment i was able to get another large chunk done, and when i decreed we only need two more pieces, the other adventurers fell back into the dirt in earnest until they found them. The completed map, which i gave to aunt cyn for safekeeping, denoted that on the road leading from this house in a broad circle until it headed east, there was a drop point at the north curve of the circle.

Still unsure what we were uncovering but determined to resolve the mystery, we adventurers and squire matthew followed the road around but spread out to search for whatever it was that had been «dropped». Lord lukas was the one who finally stumbled upon the box, after i had suggested we were too far east of the drop point, but ferox felt certain we were still going the right way (and thankfully he was right). Within the box (which richard lockpicked open for us) was what appeared to be a blank piece of paper, but sir mathis must have seen something we all could not for he pointed out small regular markings on the top and left of the parchment. He told us it was a heat based ink, and with assistance from squire matthew (and a candle the squire had in his parcel), they managed to uncover nearly all of the hidden message, sans two small holes where they accidentally held it too close to the candle flame.

The missive read : ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴀs «ᴀɴɢᴏʟ» ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʜᴀᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏᴜɴᴅʀʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ

Taking this vital information back to the first victim's house where we could dissemble on his porch, collette set up one circle of power at one porch egress to keep the still roaming greendead out. Aunt cyn set up another circle of power at the other egress, and then asked for volunteers to maintain it while she walked through the investigation with the nights. Intrigued, i volunteered, and she took the circle down and then handed me a powerful ring of hers, which she explained held the power to build a circle of power a few times each dată regardless of the wearer's natural skill. As i can read magic but have no spellwork of my own, this was amazing and i was more than willing to seal myself in the circle, which was built right against the point of entry to prevent greendead from getting to us all. So, i got to cast celestial power of the ninth degree!

During the ensuing review of evidence, between chatting with arai as he sat down against the house just outside my circle, i listened to aunt cyn present their findings, robert producing the evidence as requested, ardos checking the durability of the various circlets and other metal objects we had reclaimed, and lord lukas and sir mathis encouraging aunt cyn to reason out what was happening. The final missive was obviously the most damning and it soon became clear that the candidate angol was actually an agent of the kingdom of allacar - whether he was a willing traitor, subjugated by magic, or actually an imposter pretending to be the real angol - purposing to cause dissent in whitford and perhaps help allacar claim it before dragonreach could establish its supremacy. Since his house was gone and we did not know where «angol» was, squire matthew assured us that when he showed up on the election day he would take the golem into custody.

So saying, we dispelled the circles of power and returned to the woods, for squire matthew had asked one other thing of us - to investigate rumours of elemental strife on the outskirts of whitford. Following tremors in the earth and the sounds of heavy combat, we located a cave where a greater stone elemental and several lessers were fighting mist beings that were emerging from a thick curtain of mist at the back of the cavern. The greater stone elemental was able to reason with us and gladly accepted our help for his mission, which was to dispel the node of mist energy from which the creatures were coming; the lesser elementals, however, could not tell the difference between friend and foe if they were not of stone, so we had to fend them off as well.

As we got closer the mist fiends began to attack us in earnest, and one by one we fell unconscious and vanished··· i found myself back at the first house again, having been displaced by the mist powers, along with the greater stone man and sir mathis and arai who had preceded me. Other adventurers from our group rifted in one or two at a time, but eventually the rest of the group including ardos walked back the long way. Ardos had been the one to finally make it to the back of the cavern and destroy the node. Grateful, the greater stone elemental left to return to his own plane, and we took some time to disperse the gold and treasures we had recovered amongst all of us, including squire matthew for his assistance. We partook of a late dinner and have been having some time to ourselves, it being too late to depart back for the nearest waystone any longer. It sounds like we'll be marching in the morning. Hurrah, another five dăți on my feet!

Maybe I can find another bearscorpion to ride.

🍂 Wise Counsel

I'vє hєᴀɾd ıᴛ sᴀıd ᴛhᴀᴛ ᵹood fɾıєnds ᴀɾє hᴀɾd ᴛo comє by, bʊᴛ sıncє wᴀkınᵹ fɾom ᴛhє Gɾєᴀᴛ Sɭєєp ᴛhᴀᴛ hᴀs noᴛ bєєn my єxpєɾıєncє. My hєᴀɾᴛ ıs ɭıᵹhᴛєnєd by ᴛhє pɾıvᴀᴛє convєɾsᴀᴛıon I jʊsᴛ hᴀd wıᴛh Sqʊıɾє Sᴀɾo. I coʊɭd noᴛ kєєp ᴛo mysєɭf ᴛhє єxısᴛєncє of my dᴀʊᵹhᴛєɾ ᴀnymoɾє, ᴀnd sıncє Sqʊıɾє Sᴀɾo wᴀs my fıɾsᴛ fɾıєnd ᴀnd ᴛɾʊє dєfєndєɾ ın Aɾdıc, ıᴛ wᴀs wıᴛh no hєsıᴛᴀᴛıon ᴀᴛ ᴀɭɭ ᴛhᴀᴛ I ᴀppɾoᴀchєd hєɾ.

Whєn I fıɾsᴛ confєssєd ᴛo hєɾ ᴛhᴀᴛ I hᴀd bєєn kєєpınᵹ somєᴛhınᵹ fɾom hєɾ ᴀnd ᴛhє oᴛhєɾ ᴀdvєnᴛʊɾєɾs, concєɾnınᵹ ᴛhє Єxıɭєs ın Ashwood, shє ımmєdıᴀᴛєɭy ᴀskєd ıf ᴛhєy wєɾє okᴀy. Thoʊᵹh shє wᴀs mısᴛᴀkєn ᴀboʊᴛ ᴛhє nᴀᴛʊɾє of my confєssıon ıᴛ ᴀssʊɾєd mє hєɾ hєᴀɾᴛ wᴀs ın ᴛhє ɾıᵹhᴛ pɭᴀcє ᴀnd mᴀdє ıᴛ єᴀsıєɾ ᴛo ᴛєɭɭ hєɾ єvєɾyᴛhınᵹ ᴛhᴀᴛ hᴀd ᴛɾᴀnspıɾєd bєᴛwєєn Dʊsk ᴀnd mє.

Һєɾ ımmєdıᴀᴛє concєɾns wєɾє ıf ᴀnyonє єɭsє knєw, ᴀnd ıf I hᴀd ᴀ pɭᴀn foɾ how ᴛo pɾocєєd. Nobody єɭsє ın Aɾdıc knows yєᴛ; ᴛhoʊᵹh I ᴀm sᴛıɭɭ ɭoᴀᴛhє ᴛo kєєp sʊch ᴀn ımpoɾᴛᴀnᴛ pᴀɾᴛ of my ɭıfє fɾom my oᴛhєɾ fɾıєnds, I ʊndєɾsᴛᴀnd ᴛhє nєєd ᴛo pɾoᴛєcᴛ Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs wıᴛh ᴀnonymıᴛy ᴀnd ᴀɭso fєᴀɾєd jʊdᵹmєnᴛ fɾom ᴛhє ɾєsᴛ of ᴛhє ᴀdvєnᴛʊɾınᵹ commʊnıᴛy. Sıncє I hᴀd ᴀɭɾєᴀdy spokєn wıᴛh Dʊsk ᴀnd wє hᴀd ᴀᵹɾєєd ᴛhᴀᴛ Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs woʊɭd ɭıvє wıᴛh xyɾ foɾ ᴛhє ᴛımє bєınᵹ, I ɾєɭᴀyєd ᴛhıs ᴛo Sqʊıɾє Sᴀɾo ᴀs wєɭɭ. 

Iᴛ ıs hєɾє ᴛhᴀᴛ Sqʊıɾє Sᴀɾo pɾovєd hєɾ ᴛɾʊє coɭoʊɾs ᴛhє mosᴛ, ᴀnd mᴀdє mє vᴀɭʊє hєɾ fɾıєndshıp ᴀɭɭ ᴛhє moɾє. Shє fıɾsᴛ ᴀssʊɾєd mє ᴛhᴀᴛ nobody woʊɭd jʊdᵹє mє foɾ hᴀvınᵹ ᴀ chıɭd, ᴀs ᴀdvєnᴛʊɾєɾs (ᴀppᴀɾєnᴛɭy) ofᴛєn ᴀdopᴛ ɾᴀndom chıɭdɾєn dʊє ᴛo oʊɾ nᴀᴛʊɾᴀɭ ıncɭınᴀᴛıons ᴛo pɾoᴛєcᴛ oᴛhєɾs. Shє sᴀıd shє wᴀs єxᴛɾєmєɭy hᴀppy foɾ mє, ᴀnd honoʊɾєd ᴛhᴀᴛ I cᴀmє ᴛo hєɾ wıᴛh ᴛhıs nєws. And ᴛhєn shє ᴀdvısєd mє sᴛɾonᵹɭy ᴛo єıᴛhєɾ kєєp mysєɭf, oɾ my dᴀʊᵹhᴛєɾ, ɭow-pɾofıɭє ᴀnd wєɭɭ pɾoᴛєcᴛєd, ɾєmındınᵹ mє ᴛhᴀᴛ єvєn ıf Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs sᴛᴀys wıᴛh Dʊsk, hᴀɾm coʊɭd comє ᴛo hєɾ ıf somєᴛhınᵹ wєɾє ᴛo hᴀppєn ᴛo mє oɾ ıf oᴛhєɾs soʊᵹhᴛ ᴛo ʊsє hєɾ ᴀs ɭєvєɾᴀᵹє ᴀᵹᴀınsᴛ mє.

Բoɾᴛʊnᴀᴛєɭy ın ᴛhє commʊnıᴛıєs of ᴛhє Chıɭdɾєn of Aʊᴛʊmn, ᴛo hʊɾᴛ onє ɭıvınᵹ ᴛhınᵹ ın oɾdєɾ ᴛo dєspᴀıɾ ᴀnoᴛhєɾ ɭıvınᵹ ᴛhınᵹ ıs ʊnhєᴀɾd of. бʊᴛ I know ᴛhєɾє ıs sᴛıɭɭ ᴛɾʊᴛh ın Sqʊıɾє Sᴀɾo's woɾds. I ᴛhᴀnkєd hєɾ, ᴀnd ᴛhєn on ᴀn ımpʊɭsє I chᴀɾᵹєd hєɾ wıᴛh ᴀ pєɾsonᴀɭ bєqʊєsᴛ - ıf єvєɾ shє shoʊɭd sєє Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs ın ᴛɾoʊbɭє oɾ nєєd, ᴛhᴀᴛ shє woʊɭd hєɭp mє pɾoᴛєcᴛ hєɾ, oɾ do so ın my ᴀbsєncє. 

Һєɾ ɾєsponsє? "Thєɾє ıs no qʊєsᴛıon. Of coʊɾsє, Gɾın." Tɾʊɭy I ᴀm foɾᴛʊnᴀᴛє ın ᴛhє pᴀᴛh Բoɾᴛᴀnnıs ᴛook mє on whєn I ᴀwokє ᴛhosє monᴛhs ᴀᵹo, ᴛo mєєᴛ sʊch ᴀ sᴛᴀɭwᴀɾᴛ compᴀnıon.

I dıd, howєvєɾ, dєᴛєɾmınє ᴛhᴀᴛ I mıᵹhᴛ bɾınᵹ Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs wıᴛh mє ᴛo ᴛhє ʊpcomınᵹ knıᵹhᴛınᵹ fєᴀsᴛ of Sıɾ Cɾow, onє of ᴛhє oɭdєɾ ᴀdvєnᴛʊɾєɾs of Aɾdıc who I hᴀvє noᴛ yєᴛ hᴀd ᴛhє chᴀncє ᴛo mєєᴛ bʊᴛ wᴀs ınvıᴛєd by ᴀssocıᴀᴛıon wıᴛh ᴛhє oᴛhєɾ ᴀdvєnᴛʊɾєɾs ᴛo ᴀᴛᴛєnd. I bєɭıєvє ᴛhᴀᴛ, ᴀs shє ıs nᴀmєd, shє wıɭɭ bɾınᵹ hopє ᴛo my fɾıєnds who woɾkєd ᴛo sᴀvє ᴛhє Һєᴀɾᴛwood Єxıɭєs, ᴀnd ᴀnoᴛhєɾ ɭᴀyєɾ of joy ᴀnd cєɭєbɾᴀᴛıon ᴛo Sıɾ Cɾow's ᴀccompɭıshmєnᴛ ᴀnd ɾєcoᵹnıᴛıon. Wıᴛh Sqʊıɾє Sᴀɾo ᴛhєɾє ᴀs wєɭɭ, I ᴀm cєɾᴛᴀın my dᴀʊᵹhᴛєɾ wıɭɭ bє sᴀfє.

✨ Wickedness in Whitford

Sir mathis came to the central longhall of bregsmourn four days ago with a copy of a letter from one of his fellow knights of king lycergis. I transcribe a copy of the text here:

Adventurers,

   His Majesty has tasked me with looking into something strange happening in Whitford. There have been several deaths of people who have a political nature. I don't think these will be the last of them.

   After reporting to his majesty king Lycergis, he has asked that I launch a larger investigation.

   As you may know. Whitford was given a right to establish a local government sanctioned by the kingdom. Dragonreach doesn't have a large amount of landed nobles in Eastlands, there are none in Springdale. But, law touches all of Dragonreach, and the function of government is the function of law. He has granted Whitford the right to choose it's own Mayor until such time that a noble house can be granted the land.

   A large group candidates emerged each vying for position. However the list grows shorter day by day. Candidates keep succumbing to mysterious circumstances. I believe it is murder by a single political rival. I believe the person arranging these circumstance is one of the 3 front runners.

   The situation also appears like it will continue to progress. I can share more information with you when you get here.

   I know all of you had spent some time in the mines. Whitford isn't very far from the mines. The miners have been able to block off those tunnels for now and continue mining. However, we've had a big problem with the green dead, they're everywhere.

   We've also had some elemental battles break out a ways outside town. Generally I understand it best to not let those things sit.

   This is a large undertaking and I fear I'm not a very good investigator. I know King Lycergis has used you in the past to help solve problems. I hope you can all help me here. So I'd like to formally invite you all to Whitford to assist me in my investigation. I can meet with you early in the morning on April 21st and hopefully you can provide me with enough assistance to stop what's happening.

   Thank you in advance,

Squire Matthew Callighan

At the behest of sir mathis several of us from bregsmourn are responding to this plea, including the pride (and also myself; it was for this very reason i left the unhindered lands, unwilling anymore to stand by and deny even my minimal aid to the good of dragonreach). He tasked us to be ready by sunrise on this day. Sir mathis and several other members of the order of the emerald flame arrived outside of bregsmourn encampment this morning, accompanied by none other than aunt cyn! What a wonderful surprise, though of course also mildly concerning. I have offered to protect her specifically since i've been long convinced ardos certainly doesn't need me watching him, and she had the kind grace to accept my limited service.

We have been awaiting other individual adventurers who have responded to his majesty's call for aid to join us, but i expect we will be setting out in just a few minutes. Bregsmourn cannot spare a full caravan and sufficient steeds were unfound, so we will all be walking, and because there are no waystones within springdale i suspect it will take us at least a day and a half, perhaps two, to reach whitford. Just in case we run into trouble of the simple animal kind, i'm bringing my creature taming kit, though it still contains no native flora. We need to make all due haste to whitford, but sir mathis himself has offered to teach me about eastlands' herbal heritage if we can resolve the situation there quickly.

✨ Adjusting to My New Life

Today was the first day of my third nundine living in bregsmourn, so perhaps i should take the opportunity to gather my thoughts and describe what my life has been like so far. Despite my old misgivings about the late baroness auðr cavdottir, rest her soul, what she managed to build here is remarkable given the nomadic natures of both the selunari and barbarians that comprise most of bregsmourn's population. In the past i had often avoided bregsmourn, and valbridge in general, due my personal issues with her, but the people here speak of her even after her permanent death with honour and gratis, as one who would listen to all the wandering people. I feel bad for my assumptions and will have to do what i can to send my apologies and goodwill to her in the afterlife.

It has been actually easy for me to feel comfortable spatially in what is effectively a large and permanent camp, resembling my old tent in the unhindered lands but a hundredfold. What has been less easy to get comfortable with is being around people again. More than once in my first nundine here i was given strange looks or accidentally gave offense to someone, because apparently the manner i was treating the barbarians was suitable for animals but not for sentients. My learning curve has not been as fast as i wished either, so mistakes that have been made have been made multiple times. If it were not for ardos and aunt cyn, i would probably have already absconded back to the unhindered lands to the peace and solitude of its open spaces.

Ardos has his own wheel-less wagon so when i «moved in with him» at first i actually just laid myself to sleep on the grass outside of it. He understood my lack of need for shelter after spending so long in the outlands, but the first time aunt cyn stopped by to check on me she got rather «upset» with me (she is normally such a serene and happy person that the twitch on her face was unmistakable to me) and insisted on at least helping me to acquire a fur tent. Her only concession to the argument was that i would repay her as soon as it was possible for me to do so, and even that «grudgingly».

But back to ardos; he is a shield maiden, in fact the only male shield maiden that the late baroness cavdottir trained (she was herself one such). More often than not i do not see him after breakfast, if indeed he has not already left before then. This is when he actually is in bregsmourn, of course; perhaps half the time i have been here, he has spent the day and sometimes the night in other commitments, so a few mornings i have woken to solitude and know that he is likely training lord general lukas' men at the soldier's fortress. I have had occasion to watch ardos at «work» a few times, as the shield maidens train in a clearing next to the large centrally located longhall that serves as the city's administrative and defensive offices. He is (as i had already had opportunity to note) a talented defender and respected by his peers, participating in their training and meditations throughout the day.

I take great care not to interrupt the shield maidens during their procedures, so typically i leave him to his normal routine and explore on my own most of the day. Even without knowing any of the other citizens of bregsmourn save those who were with us at the springdale mine, to be recognised as selunari is to be welcomed among the familia, and so i have enjoyed an easy if somewhat pleasantly anonymous rapport among both them and the barbarians. My questions are understood for their curiosity and easily answered when the knowledge is known; when it is not, they apologise and i wave it off as unnecessary. Likewise i am asked about my clan, the deórsa, sometimes about their/my relationship to the irani, and my time living out in the further east, and like most selunari i love to tell my stories as much as i love to hear others.

In the middays around bregsmourn i take a small portion of bread and meat with me and head just outside the main camp to a more wild area, where i observe the animals and creatures of valbridge and familiarise them with myself. My time here has been so short that i know they will not be used to me yet for several more nundines, but some of the squirrels and birds already stand some short distance away and examine me while i sit mostly still on the ground, letting them take the measure of this man. In time when i need to contribute to bregsmourn with my craft, i will want to be efficient and useful and i will need to know the behaviours and preferences of these creatures in order to do so. On more than one occasion, however, i have found myself missing leander terribly. It took me nearly a lustre to become so familiar with him that we had a real rapport across our species; i do not know if i have the spiritual strength to forge such a connexion again.

When aunt cyn has been in bregsmourn, only twice in the last two nundines because her other work keeps her busy, she stays in another longhall that has been designated as an inn for visitors. She is a joy to speak with, so much so that i have even journeyed once to the new capital, to the orphanage called forgotten hope, which she founded. Her affection for the little ones is absolutely apparent in the way she interacts with them and fills the role of mother - the way she has also done for the iranis (though ardos corrected me early on that their real parents are still very much alive, thank the stars, but still travelling with their clan caravan).

I did not want to spend much time there on that visit because i did not want to pull her away from her time with the children, but she simply welcomed me in and included me in the events of the afternoon. She has a courtly air about her both in her mannerisms and her ability to handle and discern much at once. In fact several people have called her «m'lady» or «lady cyn», even though she always gently (and somewhat sadly) corrects them to «it's just cyn». Regardless of a person's station or wellbeing she helps those in need, often providing healing magic to poor residents of the capital who know they can come to her for aid, and also providing them with potions or bread or other simple needs that she has the means to provide.

In the evenings i return to the main camp and often sup late in the commons tavern with the other selunari and occasionally barbarians who join us (or one notable night invited me to join them!). Ardos is there, again about half the time, though even half of that he is often much later because he has gone to work in a mine at a town next over, exercising his other expertise with gems and minerals. As a community we share drinks and dinner, storytelling, raucous laughter and the occasional bar brawl.

It is a louder and much more active lifestyle than in the unhindered lands, but i confess it fills a hole and an ache in my heart that i did not know was there. It's true that my years of hermitage have been very beneficial to my spirit and have helped me develop my creature taming craft, but after all that solitude i guess i didn't realise that i was craving companionship and family once again. I'm not saying i feel totally at home here yet, but it is definitely a start, and something i can look forward to claiming as a place i belong.

🍂 A Plea for the Heartwood Exiles

бy ᴛhє bɭєssınᵹ of ᴛhє Gɾєᴀᴛ Բoɾєsᴛ ᴛhє Єxıɭєs bᴀɾєɭy mᴀnᴀᵹє ᴛo sʊɾvıvє. Iᴛ ıs ᴀɭmosᴛ ᴀs ᴛhoʊᵹh ᴛhєıɾ own ᵹɾєᴀᴛ ᴛɾᴀʊmᴀ, ʊnsʊɾpɾısınᵹɭy, hᴀs kєpᴛ ᴛhєm fɾom "ᴛᴀkınᵹ ɾooᴛ" wıᴛh ᴛhє бʊɭєᵹoᴀn Chıɭdɾєn ᴀnd ᴛhє Ashwood Chıɭdɾєn ᴀnd ᴛhɾıvınᵹ wıᴛh ᴛhє nєw ᵹɾovєs. Thє ʊnıqʊє nᴀᴛʊɾє of ᴛhє Һєᴀɾᴛwood wᴀs ıᴛs ᵹɾєᴀᴛ Һєᴀɾᴛ, ᴀfᴛєɾ ᴀɭɭ, ᴀnd ᴛhє Chıɭdɾєn who ɭıvєd ᴛhєɾє foɾ so ɭonᵹ wєɾє pɾobᴀbɭy so ᴀᴛᴛʊnєd ᴛo ıᴛ ᴛhᴀᴛ ᴛhєy cᴀn'ᴛ ɾooᴛ ᴛhє soıɭ of ᴀny oᴛhєɾ pɭᴀcє.

Thє єxcєpᴛıon ıs Һᴀ́ɭᴀınndóchᴀs. Shє possєssєs ᴀ vıbɾᴀncy ᴛhᴀᴛ pєɾhᴀps I pᴀssєd on ᴛo hєɾ fɾom ᴛhє xyɭєm of Բınє бєıᴛh. Shє ᴀppєᴀɾs noᴛ ᴛo bє ᴛɾyınᵹ ᴛo pʊᴛ down ɾooᴛs єıᴛhєɾ, ᴛo bє fᴀıɾ; shє ıs ᴀ ɾєsᴛɭєss chıɭd foɾ Aʊᴛʊmn's ɾᴀcє, ᴀɭwᴀys ɾʊnnınᵹ ᴀɾoʊnd hєɾє ᴀnd ᴛhєɾє. Һєɾ єxcıᴛєmєnᴛ whєnєvєɾ I comє ᴛo ᴛhє Ashwood ᴛo vısıᴛ ᴀɭwᴀys fıɭɭs mє wıᴛh єqʊᴀɭ pᴀɾᴛs ᴀffєcᴛıon ᴀnd ᵹʊıɭᴛ. бʊᴛ I know shє ıs sᴀfєɾ hєɾє wıᴛh hєɾ moᴛhєɾ ᴛhᴀn ᴛɾyınᵹ ᴛo ɭıvє ın ᴀ dᴀnᵹєɾoʊs ᴀdvєnᴛʊɾınᵹ ᴛown ɭıkє Aɾdıc, oɾ ᴛɾᴀvєɭɭınᵹ wıᴛh mє hєɭᴛєɾ-skєɭᴛєɾ ın ᴀnd oʊᴛ of hᴀzᴀɾdoʊs sıᴛʊᴀᴛıons. Ƿєɾhᴀps ᴀfᴛєɾ shє spɾoʊᴛs ᴀ bıᴛ moɾє I'ɭɭ ᴛᴀkє hєɾ on ᴀ shoɾᴛ ᴛɾıp wıᴛh mє.

I do noᴛ know ᴛhє cʊɾɾєnᴛ sᴛᴀᴛє of ᴛhє Һєᴀɾᴛwood, ᴀs I hᴀvє noᴛ bєєn bɾᴀvє єnoʊᵹh ᴛo ᴛɾy ᴀnd fınd my wᴀy ᴛhєɾє ᴛhɾoʊᵹh ᴛhє Mısᴛs by mysєɭf yєᴛ. Who knows bʊᴛ ᴛhᴀᴛ pᴀɾᴛ of ᴛhᴀᴛ oncє ᵹɾєᴀᴛ ᵹɾovє mıᵹhᴛ sᴛıɭɭ bє smoʊɭdєɾınᵹ, ᴀnd ıᴛ mıᵹhᴛ cᴀʊsє mє ımmєᴀsʊɾᴀbɭє pᴀın! бʊᴛ I cᴀn'ᴛ sımpɭy sıᴛ bᴀck ᴀnd hopє ᴛhᴀᴛ ıᴛ ɾєcovєɾs (oɾ, I jʊsᴛ cᴀn'ᴛ ɭєᴀvє wєɭɭ єnoʊᵹh ᴀɭonє ᴀs somє of my fɾıєnds jokınᵹɭy sᴀy). So I'vє mᴀdє my dєcısıon. Sıncє I ᴀm dʊє ın ᴀ fєw cóıcıᵹsᴀ ᴛo mᴀkє ᴀnoᴛhєɾ dєɭıvєɾy of donᴀᴛєd ᵹoods fɾom ᴛhє Ipıᴀzᴀk Gɾovє ᴀnd oᴛhєɾ pɭᴀcєs, I hᴀvє jʊsᴛ posᴛєd ᴀ noᴛıcє ın Aɾdıc ᴀs wєɭɭ. Һopєfʊɭɭy oᴛhєɾs wıɭɭ comє wıᴛh mє boᴛh ᴛo dєɭıvєɾ ᴛhє ᴀssısᴛᴀncє, ᴀnd ᴛo ınvєsᴛıᵹᴀᴛє ᴛhє ᴀshєn ɭᴀnds of Һєᴀɾᴛwood.

Բɾıєnds ın ᴛhє ᴀdvєnᴛʊɾınᵹ commʊnıᴛy ᴀnd єspєcıᴀɭɭy ın Aɾdıc, 

Ƿɭєᴀsє ᴛᴀkє ᴀ momєnᴛ ᴛo hєᴀɾ ᴛhıs mєssᴀᵹє ᴀs ıᴛ concєɾns ᴛhє wєɭfᴀɾє of ᴛhє Һєᴀɾᴛwood Єxıɭєs, ᴛhosє Chıɭdɾєn of Aʊᴛʊmn who wєɾє dıspɭᴀcєd fɾom ᴛhєıɾ homє ᴀfᴛєɾ ᴛhє ɾєɭєᴀsє of бob Һopє ᴀnd ᴛhє sʊbsєqʊєnᴛ bᴀᴛᴛɭє wıᴛh ᴛhє mınd-єnsɭᴀvınᵹ cɭᴀn of ᴛhє Mᴀɭᴀchᴀɾı. Thoʊᵹh I hᴀvє bєєn ın conᴛᴀcᴛ wıᴛh ᴛhє Єxıɭєs ᴀs ᴛhєy ᴛєmpoɾᴀɾıɭy ɾєsєᴛᴛɭєd ᴀmonᵹ ᴛhє Ashwood ᴀnd бʊɭєᵹoᴀn dɾyᴀds, ᴛhєıɾ wınᴛєɾ hᴀs bєєn ɾoʊᵹh ᴀnd bɾʊᴛᴀɭ ᴀnd I bєɭıєvє ᴛhᴀᴛ noᴛ ᴀɭɭ of ᴛhєm hᴀvє sʊɾvıvєd, pᴀɾᴛıcʊɭᴀɾ ᴛhє єɭdєɾs ᴀnd somє of ᴛhє ʊnfoɾᴛʊnᴀᴛєɭy yoʊnᵹ.  

My pɭєᴀ on bєhᴀɭf of ᴛhє Єxıɭєs ıs ᴛwofoɭd. Բıɾsᴛɭy, I ᴀm ᵹᴀᴛhєɾınᵹ pɾovısıons (bɭᴀnkєᴛs, cɭoᴛhєs, dɾy ᵹoods ᴀnd ᵹɾᴀıns, ᴛoıɭєᴛɾıєs, єᴛc) ᴛo ᴛᴀkє oʊᴛ ᴛo ᴛhє Ashwood ᴀnd dıspєɾsє ᴀmonᵹ ᴛhє Єxıɭєs. I pɭᴀn ᴛo do ᴛhıs dʊɾınᵹ ᴛhє Mᴀɾkєᴛ Dᴀy ın ᴛhɾєє cóıcıᵹsᴀ's ᴛımє, ın ᴛhє hopєs ᴛhᴀᴛ somє of yoʊ kınd soʊɭs wıɭɭ ᴀɭso bɾınᵹ donᴀᴛıons ᴀnd pɾovısıons, ᴀnd pєɾhᴀps ᴀccompᴀny mє ᴛo mᴀkє ᴛhє dєɭıvєɾy. I know ᴛhᴀᴛ mᴀny of yoʊɾ hєᴀɾᴛs hᴀvє ᵹonє oʊᴛ ᴛo ᴛhє dɾyᴀdєs dʊɾınᵹ ᴛhєıɾ ᴛɾoʊbɭєs wıᴛh ᴛhє Mᴀɭᴀchᴀɾı ᴀnd ᴀfᴛєɾ ᴛhє pᴀɾᴛıᴀɭ bʊɾnınᵹ of ᴛhє Һєᴀɾᴛwood Gɾovє. 

Whıch bɾınᵹs mє ᴛo my sєcond ɾєqʊєsᴛ: ᴀɾoʊnd ᴛhє sᴀmє ᴛımє I woʊɭd ɭıkє ᴛo єxᴀmınє ᴛhє Һєᴀɾᴛwood, sıncє I know ᴛhᴀᴛ noᴛ ᴀɭɭ of ıᴛ ᴀcᴛʊᴀɭɭy єndєd ʊp bʊɾnınᵹ. Whєᴛhєɾ ᴛhєɾє ıs somєᴛhınᵹ wє cᴀn do ᴛo єncoʊɾᴀᵹє ᴛhє spєєdy ɾєᵹɾowᴛh of ᴛhᴀᴛ ᵹɾovє -- by ɾıᴛʊᴀɭ oɾ hᴀɾd woɾk, oɾ ᴀny oᴛhєɾ soɭʊᴛıon I mᴀy noᴛ bє ᴀbɭє ᴛo ᴛhınk of -- oɾ wє cᴀn ᴀᴛ ɭєᴀsᴛ ᴛᴀkє ᴀn єxᴀcᴛ mєᴀsʊɾє of ᴛhє dᴀmᴀᵹє ᴀnd ıf ıᴛ wıɭɭ ᴛɾʊɭy ɾєcovєɾ, I woʊɭd bє sᴀᴛısfıєd wıᴛh єıᴛhєɾ ɾєcoʊɾsє. 

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