Post by Brandwyn on Dec 2, 2011 18:18:31 GMT -5
Bunt reached Crowley’s tent first and heard Crowley muttering to himself as he often did. He only caught a snatch of Crowley’s musing however as he neared the tent, “…and men at arms...that is a serious blow to our defenses, But none of my rangers seem ill, many of them fought?"...
Bunt wrapped on the tent pole and Crowley answered. "Come in Gentlemen, I wondered what was taking you so long?" Crowley grunted before he even saw more than their boots he knew the committee that stood outside his tent flap.
Bunt pushed back the tent flap, nodding to Harrison who was standing a few feet from Crowley’s tent keeping others away so the Commandant could have some privacy. It was apparent to Bunt that Crowley had ordered Harrison to let the senior rangers inside. Bunt glanced around the tent and then snagged a camp chair and placed it across the little camp table Crowley was leaning on and sat down in it. He crossed his arms and looked quizzically at his old friend but didn’t say anything.
Halt grabbed another chair and set it to Crowley’s left so he had a clear view of the tent door and then reached for the dispatch the rider had delivered, “Mind if I have a look?” Halt asked, not waiting for Crowley’s permission, however, he scanned it quickly, his face revealing nothing.
Bunt waited until Ringulf had taken a seat and then said, “I assume tha’ there is word o’ tha sickness and unrest in tha northern fiefs.” Bunt nodded toward Halt. “What’s tha full story an’ are ya thinkin’ o’ bustin’ up tha Gatherin’ early?”
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Mylia turned to greet her out-of-breath friend. She hesitated only briefly in acknowledging the writer. "It was. He wrote that there's a plague coming down from Norgate, and that..." She trailed off and took a deep breath. "Well, things are getting really bad in Marshwood right now. Me an' Ringulf might be getting recalled back to the fief early."
“Plague?” Tory whispered and took an unconscious step back as if Mylia was sick. She watched the older rangers stride off to Crowley’s tent after telling them to go help cook supper.
“I recall Finn mentioning there had seemed to be a lot of sickness on her last circuit a few weeks ago, but… are they sure it is a plague?” Then another thought struck her, “hey maybe I will get lucky and they will end the Gathering before I have to teach that class!” She grinned, but it was a half-hearted attempt to lighten the mood.
“Is Ari okay? He’s not sick is he?” Tory finally voiced her main concerns, “What about Fin? Ringulf will be devastated if anything happens to her.”
Bunt wrapped on the tent pole and Crowley answered. "Come in Gentlemen, I wondered what was taking you so long?" Crowley grunted before he even saw more than their boots he knew the committee that stood outside his tent flap.
Bunt pushed back the tent flap, nodding to Harrison who was standing a few feet from Crowley’s tent keeping others away so the Commandant could have some privacy. It was apparent to Bunt that Crowley had ordered Harrison to let the senior rangers inside. Bunt glanced around the tent and then snagged a camp chair and placed it across the little camp table Crowley was leaning on and sat down in it. He crossed his arms and looked quizzically at his old friend but didn’t say anything.
Halt grabbed another chair and set it to Crowley’s left so he had a clear view of the tent door and then reached for the dispatch the rider had delivered, “Mind if I have a look?” Halt asked, not waiting for Crowley’s permission, however, he scanned it quickly, his face revealing nothing.
Bunt waited until Ringulf had taken a seat and then said, “I assume tha’ there is word o’ tha sickness and unrest in tha northern fiefs.” Bunt nodded toward Halt. “What’s tha full story an’ are ya thinkin’ o’ bustin’ up tha Gatherin’ early?”
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Mylia turned to greet her out-of-breath friend. She hesitated only briefly in acknowledging the writer. "It was. He wrote that there's a plague coming down from Norgate, and that..." She trailed off and took a deep breath. "Well, things are getting really bad in Marshwood right now. Me an' Ringulf might be getting recalled back to the fief early."
“Plague?” Tory whispered and took an unconscious step back as if Mylia was sick. She watched the older rangers stride off to Crowley’s tent after telling them to go help cook supper.
“I recall Finn mentioning there had seemed to be a lot of sickness on her last circuit a few weeks ago, but… are they sure it is a plague?” Then another thought struck her, “hey maybe I will get lucky and they will end the Gathering before I have to teach that class!” She grinned, but it was a half-hearted attempt to lighten the mood.
“Is Ari okay? He’s not sick is he?” Tory finally voiced her main concerns, “What about Fin? Ringulf will be devastated if anything happens to her.”