Foley: would you put this in your last post, like to the beginning of it (before Thornden meets Athanar)? I feel lord Athanar would need to have this to say before the messengers went off.
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Lord Athanr looked at the empty parchment and wrote the words My King, to begin the letter. It felt preposterous and not himself. He took the parchment and folded it in parts, sending it to the fire.
My lord. He began the next one. He looked at the paper for a while and thought it would have to suffice.
I need to make a call for a tanner named Erbrand and a soldier named Lithor. This Erbrand tried to kill one of my men, Scyrr, if you remember the old warhorse; and Lithor joined Erbrand in escape after having been judged for trying to revolt against your rule. The two are armed and dangerous. Although I find it sad to call after them as they seemed like good men.
They ran away before noon this day and I sent men to go after them as soon as their desertion caught my ears. Neither was found around the premises within ten miles.
Do ask the two messengers I sent you with this message, why there were these troubles. You'll get the picture from there.
Yours truly,
lord Athanar
He eyed the parchment once more and then rolled it to a tube pressing his seal of wax on it.
Coming downstairs he met Aforglaed and Garwine waiting for him in the hall.
"So it is you two to carry the message?" Both of the men nodded. "Good..."
"Give this letter to the king - and do not let all the soothsayers get in front of you. Say it is important news from the Scarburg Mead Hall."
Lord Athanar gave the parchement to Garwine and stood back. "Go with my best wishes and come back later... and use your free time in Edoras well..." he smiled to the two and winked an eye to them.
"I'm waiting to hear your report the day after tomorrow.... Now ride as like the ghosts would pursue you... the earlier the king learns of your news the better chances there are getting these two caught."
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Upon the hearth the fire is red
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet...
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