The Ancient Paths - Path I

[hippocrachus]

~ Dowkan & Nae'talis ~

The dwarf and mage leave Sunder gawking at how well they seemed to know each other after such a short time and head toward the garrison. When they enter, Nae'talis leads them to where the trial took place. The doors are open now, and the only people inside are Hrolf and Harad. Probably still talking about law.
Hildor is nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he was a phantom all along...

 

[Legildur]

"Oi! Hrolf!" calls Dowkan, forgetting his (nonexistent) manners and interrupting he and Harad. "Com' on, we gots us work to do. Where's tat whip of a boy Hildor. We'll be needing him too?"

 

[kirinke]

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~ Syrriel ~

"You certainly have grown presumptuous since I last spoke to you," she says, eyeing Nae'talis' expeditious retreat. She turns her head slowly back to Sabriel and studies her with a furrowed brow.
Old friend? I can't have known of the girl for more than ten years... Half her life... Humans.
"Do you have any idea...? No. I suppose not." Syrriel pulls an ethereal harp out of thin air and begins plucking a few notes. She casts a spell on the room to prevent eavesdroppers from listening in, magical or mundane. "I don't need to tell you anything. In fact, I would imagine that High Lady Enellienen would flay both our hides if I did." She shakes her head in exasperation. "You need to spend more time with the elves and less with the gnomes, Sabriel. Your tact is severely lacking."
Syrriel was never a forgiving teacher; always quick to admonish and quicker still, to punish those that didn't learn fast enough for her tastes. That's probably why she wasn't around very often; always out on field missions, having adventures and seeing new and exotic realms. Much better than spending hours teaching little brats the complicated histories of lands they'd probably never see...
Syrriel shakes her head again for good measure. The gall of the girl to demand she tell her anything.
"What I told you will do. I have a duty to Silverdown now."

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Sabriel snorted. "Aye and that may have worked on me when I was ten. But not now. Lady Enellienen would surely flay my hide if I did not return with you and I do not wish to endure her lectures," she grinned at the elder harper. "I am much more intimidated by her than by you. She could take us both on without breaking a sweat." she said calmly and factually.

"I am doomed either way to a 'skinless' existance by your stance, so I would rather know what is going on. If I do not succeed in my task, Lady Enellienen will most likely send someone else, someone with more experience to extract you and one who is not as willing to listen as I,"

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Gather Information 7
Diplomacy 7
Bluff 7
Sense Motive 4

Diplomancy to maybe sooth Syrriel's ruffled feathers, Bluff and Gather Information to get her to talk, Sense motive to make sure she isn't lying or evading the truth (althogh in this case, it'd take a blind mole-rat not to miss that. )

 

[hippocrachus]

~ Sabriel ~

It's glaringly obvious that Syrriel doesn't like what she's hearing from the younger bard. Sabriel does however succeed in mistakenly convincing the Harper agent into believing Sabriel is putting on a show, and a good one at that. Sabriel is a pleasant enough person that Syrriel considers her before blowing her eardrums out. Magically or mundanely.
Syrriel doesn't seem to be lying; Enellienen will most definitely not be pleased when she finds out Sabriel was trying to badger information out of Syrriel.
The sun elf stares at Sabriel as if wondering what she will do next. The performance thus far was simply that stunning.

 

[kirinke]

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Sabriel tapped her fingers on the long chair arm. "You're probably right though, Lady Enellienen would not like me to know everything, but going into a situation blind isn't pleasant to say the least. And that's exactly what I'm doing, blundering around an unfamiliar room, blindfolded."

She sighed, looking frustrated. "And what if I returned with 'I have a duty here to Silverdown now' Do you honestly think Lady Enellienen would accept that? It's along the lines of ahh, I got jumped by that gang of kobolds on the way to class ma'm and they destroyed my homework assignment. Again."

 

[hippocrachus]

~ Sabriel ~

"Why exactly are you here, Sabriel?" she asks slowly, easing herself in a chair across from the aasimar. Syrriel thought the Harpers had finally gotten sick of her never showing up to meetings and making reports on her findings and sent the student of lore to deliver a summons. Sabriel seems to think otherwise. "The High Lady did tell you why you were coming to Silverdown, right? I hope they wouldn't send a novice out into the Marches without telling her why..."
Maybe the woman just needed something to eat after the long journey. Just in time, a halfling enters the magic shop and gives a surprised start at seeing the strange silver-haired woman.
"Wizzop, can you fetch our guest something to eat?" she asks, looking at Sabriel.

 

[kirinke]

Sabriel smiled gratefully at the mention of 'food'. She hadn't eaten since lunch and that meal consisted of a bit of dried meat and fruit and hard tack followed by a little water to wash it down. Hardly appetizing.

"She didn't tell me much, only that the situation down here was bad and that she wanted to question you about it." the aasimar held out her hands in apology and supplication. "She always was one for letting you sink or swim in a situation." she shrugged tiredly. "I suspect she thought it would be a simple assignment."

 

[hippocrachus]

~ Sabriel ~

More like she doesn't know just how bad the situation is herself...
"Things have been quiet since Tyr took over," Syrriel says, waving Wizzop to hurry with the food. The halfling entered with a proud look stamped on his cherubic features, but now that his thunder has been taken, he just looks abashed. "There's a cavern up north in the foothills of the Spine of the World; a kobold tribe living there is the cause of Silverdown's woes, but no news of them has come back to me since I became mayor. I've asked the wizard, Nae'talis, or at least one of his companions, to go back to the caves and investigate them...for any signs of the kobolds. I can't return to Silverymoon until I'm sure they no longer pose a threat to Silverdown..."
Wizzop brings the two women a basket of crackers and cheeses and offers Syrriel an extra grin.
"Thank you Wizzop. How did it go?" she asks politely. He beams.
"You were right! Harad played along without any questions! I barged in and stormed down the aisle and dared anyone to challenge my - your authority! And they listened!" Wizzop rambles on a bit longer, over-embellishing his appearance at the trial.
"You're very brave, Wizzop..."

 

[Dhes]

~ Hrolf ~
"Sometimes a petty criminal has to be over-looked to catch a felon," Harad says to the younger cleric of Tyr with a sagacious smile. The Justiciar hands Hrolf the rolled up parchment with a nod to open it.
The paper is blank.

Hrolf frowns at master Harad, ”Does that mean that we are using Nae’talis as bait? I feel that in any just way, that it’s wrong. What lesser evil’s will we tolerate to fight a greater evil. If we as Tyrrens would follow this reasoning, wouldn’t we get trapped in a never ending spiral down, tolerating more and more till the distinction between petty crime and murders fades away.” Shaking his head, ”Master Haran, please give me your blessing to watch over Nae’talis till the treat to Tyr and Nae’talis is abolished.

"Oi! Hrolf!" calls Dowkan, forgetting his (nonexistent) manners and interrupting he and Harad. "Com' on, we gots us work to do. Where's tat whip of a boy Hildor. We'll be needing him too?"

Hrolf turns around and gives a slight smile at the loud dwarf, ”Yes we do, pausing a second, ”I haven’t seen him but if he is still around than the sneaky elf is probably hiding in a some corner of the inn.

 

[hippocrachus]

~ The Adventurers ~

Harad nods at Hrolf, impressed he was looking at the issue from all angles.
"That is what you must always consider before making the decision, Hrolf. Discretion is as much a responsibility as it is a privilege."
Harad looks confused when Hrolf asks for his blessing.
"You don't need permission to protect those you deem innocent, Hrolf. It is Tyr's judgment you will face, not mine."