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Firefoot · 05-13-2006, 03:36 PM

As he had often been feeling of late, Scyld found himself feeling both satisfied and annoyed with Sorn’s opinion and treatment of him. Satisfied, because he knew that meant that he was successfully hiding the best of his talents, but annoyed that he should treat him only as a messenger, one to do the menial work. Scyld knew that he could do better than this; the time was certainly coming for him to get out of this place and leave Sorn behind – but first, only if the right opportunity came along, of course, he would let Sorn know just how wrong he had been to underestimate him. But not now; the time was far from ripe.

“Of course, sir,” said Scyld, and took his leave. He spotted Osfrid wandering through the halls and did not immediately approach him; he wanted to see what Osfrid was up to. Sorn could wait a few extra minutes. After a short while it seemed quite clear that Osfrid was only exploring and not up to anything else, what with his carefree whistling and nonchalant walk. Scyld felt slightly disappointed but tucked the information away anyway: Osfrid likes to know his surroundings. He stepped out from behind the corner, allowing the floor boards to creak as he walked, as if he had just found Osfrid.

“Sorn would like to talk to you in his study,” he said. “He has a particular job for you, and your lady friend as well, I think.”

Osfrid looked rather surprised at the latter part but nevertheless responded, “Very well. Shall I fetch her, or go alone?”

“Alone, I think. Sorn said nothing of bringing her.”

“Lead the way, then.” And Scyld did so, although he disliked leading anyone anywhere; he preferred not to have anyone to his back. Not that he necessarily had anything to fear from Osfrid, but…

“So what do you think of Sorn’s house?” asked Scyld.

Alcarillo · 05-13-2006, 09:08 PM

"It's a fine house indeed. Not as large as my own in my youth, but just as opulent," Osfrid answered. "My Muriel has never been in such a grand house. She's enchanted by it, and says she wants to live in one just like it someday." He stroked his long moustache thoughtfully and grinned.

"That Muriel, she's as precious as any riches Sorn's got stashed away."

Scyld seemed to be listening, though his back was to Osfrid and he only turned his head to catch a glance of him. Scyld was a quiet sort. Osfrid didn't know much about him. He knew Scyld had been with Sorn for a while, and that was about all he knew.

"How long have you been here, with Sorn?" asked Osfrid.

Scyld glanced back at Osfrid again. "About thirteen years or so."

Osfrid's eyes doubled in size. "Thirteen years! Wow…" It was a surprise that Scyld hadn't gone insane yet. Though they usually got along fine, Sorn could drive Osfrid crazy at times. It was just the way Sorn was.

A few silent moments passed, and then the two came to the ajar door of Sorn's study. Osfrid bid good-bye to Scyld and, with one deep breath, entered the study to discover what sort of plan Sorn had in mind this time.

Taralphiel · 05-14-2006, 07:48 PM

A creak could be heard as Osfrid entered the room carefully. Sorn smiled and waved Osfrid over. "Come, come! I have a small plan I think you shall like to hear!". Sorn tapped out his pipe once more and, upon offering Osfrid a seat opposite him, took his own in front of the hearth.

"That young lady has a troublesome look in her eye." Sorn began, and Osfrid did not argue. "She will try to escape any way she can. While Scyld guards her very well, it will be quite wearisome having to keep up with her antics. Do you not agree?" Sorn pretended to wish the man's opinion, but Osfrid simply gave a mute nod. Sorn leaned forward and smiled, finally glad to reveal his brilliant scheme.

"I want you to take yourself to the Mead Hall of Eodwine. I shall give you a day or two to prepare, if you wish. There, you and your Lady will try to blend as you can, and find out more about the Lady Linduial..." At this, Osfrid looked at him quizically.

"What might we gain from this? Is that what you are thinking?". Sorn didn't wait for him to answer, but leapt up and chuckled "Apart from her pride and vanity, this little Lady of Dol Amroth must have a weakness! I wish to find a person she holds dear. Do not fret, good man, we shall not steal another person! Simply find out someone she would be sore to see hurt..." Sorn winked, certain that he understood his meaning.

"Do you agree to this, Osfrid? I can always send someone else if you object, though I am sure you'd be the best at playing the act, to put it simply..."

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05-13-2006, 03:36 PM	#1
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	As he had often been feeling of late, Scyld found himself feeling both satisfied and annoyed with Sorn’s opinion and treatment of him. Satisfied, because he knew that meant that he was successfully hiding the best of his talents, but annoyed that he should treat him only as a messenger, one to do the menial work. Scyld knew that he could do better than this; the time was certainly coming for him to get out of this place and leave Sorn behind – but first, only if the right opportunity came along, of course, he would let Sorn know just how wrong he had been to underestimate him. But not now; the time was far from ripe. “Of course, sir,” said Scyld, and took his leave. He spotted Osfrid wandering through the halls and did not immediately approach him; he wanted to see what Osfrid was up to. Sorn could wait a few extra minutes. After a short while it seemed quite clear that Osfrid was only exploring and not up to anything else, what with his carefree whistling and nonchalant walk. Scyld felt slightly disappointed but tucked the information away anyway: Osfrid likes to know his surroundings. He stepped out from behind the corner, allowing the floor boards to creak as he walked, as if he had just found Osfrid. “Sorn would like to talk to you in his study,” he said. “He has a particular job for you, and your lady friend as well, I think.” Osfrid looked rather surprised at the latter part but nevertheless responded, “Very well. Shall I fetch her, or go alone?” “Alone, I think. Sorn said nothing of bringing her.” “Lead the way, then.” And Scyld did so, although he disliked leading anyone anywhere; he preferred not to have anyone to his back. Not that he necessarily had anything to fear from Osfrid, but… “So what do you think of Sorn’s house?” asked Scyld.

05-13-2006, 09:08 PM	#2
Alcarillo Shadow of the Past Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Minas Mor-go Posts: 1,007	"It's a fine house indeed. Not as large as my own in my youth, but just as opulent," Osfrid answered. "My Muriel has never been in such a grand house. She's enchanted by it, and says she wants to live in one just like it someday." He stroked his long moustache thoughtfully and grinned. "That Muriel, she's as precious as any riches Sorn's got stashed away." Scyld seemed to be listening, though his back was to Osfrid and he only turned his head to catch a glance of him. Scyld was a quiet sort. Osfrid didn't know much about him. He knew Scyld had been with Sorn for a while, and that was about all he knew. "How long have you been here, with Sorn?" asked Osfrid. Scyld glanced back at Osfrid again. "About thirteen years or so." Osfrid's eyes doubled in size. "Thirteen years! Wow…" It was a surprise that Scyld hadn't gone insane yet. Though they usually got along fine, Sorn could drive Osfrid crazy at times. It was just the way Sorn was. A few silent moments passed, and then the two came to the ajar door of Sorn's study. Osfrid bid good-bye to Scyld and, with one deep breath, entered the study to discover what sort of plan Sorn had in mind this time.

05-14-2006, 07:48 PM	#3
Taralphiel Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Swan Wood Posts: 649	A creak could be heard as Osfrid entered the room carefully. Sorn smiled and waved Osfrid over. "Come, come! I have a small plan I think you shall like to hear!". Sorn tapped out his pipe once more and, upon offering Osfrid a seat opposite him, took his own in front of the hearth. "That young lady has a troublesome look in her eye." Sorn began, and Osfrid did not argue. "She will try to escape any way she can. While Scyld guards her very well, it will be quite wearisome having to keep up with her antics. Do you not agree?" Sorn pretended to wish the man's opinion, but Osfrid simply gave a mute nod. Sorn leaned forward and smiled, finally glad to reveal his brilliant scheme. "I want you to take yourself to the Mead Hall of Eodwine. I shall give you a day or two to prepare, if you wish. There, you and your Lady will try to blend as you can, and find out more about the Lady Linduial..." At this, Osfrid looked at him quizically. "What might we gain from this? Is that what you are thinking?". Sorn didn't wait for him to answer, but leapt up and chuckled "Apart from her pride and vanity, this little Lady of Dol Amroth must have a weakness! I wish to find a person she holds dear. Do not fret, good man, we shall not steal another person! Simply find out someone she would be sore to see hurt..." Sorn winked, certain that he understood his meaning. "Do you agree to this, Osfrid? I can always send someone else if you object, though I am sure you'd be the best at playing the act, to put it simply..."