Beatrice smiles seductively at Accalon, saying “Ah, so I should take his mind off his work, if this guard comes up here. I think I can do that.” She slips off her dress, and then stands holding it in front of her, giving Accalon just occasional glimpses of her ‘charms’, although he’s already seen everything the previous night. She says playfully “I guess if you’re hiding in the wardrobe, you may as well open it and pick out something for me to wear.” Inside the wardrobe, Accalon sees at least a dozen dresses, an equal number of pieces of flimsy lingerie, as well as blouses and skirts, in a multitude of styles.
At the well in Taeirn, T’aria looks down into the well with the crossbow-wielding man and about 15 feet down, they see the boy, looking up, and… smiling. He seems to be in no distress at all. He’s also rising up the well, but apparently not on his own power as he his not climbing. As he reaches the top, they see he is being hoisted, as he sits on someone’s shoulders. Once free of the well, he jumps off and lands on the ground, and T’aria can see the person who carried him up is a female halfling. She’s quite attractive, with dark hair and blue eyes, dressed in dark brown leather armor with a number of dagger sheaths on her.
The boy says “Wow, Shadow! That was fun! I thought I was a goner!” The halfling looks at him sternly, saying “And you could have been! I told you not to play at the well. It’s too dangerous. It leads to a magical place where humans can’t survive. If you’d reached the bottom, you would have filled with so much magical energy, you would have exploded. There'd be pieces of you everywhere.”
He looks a little hurt, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to. I just slipped is all. But there’s a girl what needs your help! Her name’s Taryn, she’s this here girl’s friend,” pointing to T’aria, “and her horse has got the same name as you!” He thinks for a moment. “You’re not really mad at me, are you? You’re still going to be my girlfriend, right?”
The halfling gives him a bright smile, which T’aria can tell seems to hold genuine affection for the boy, as she says “I’m still your girlfriend. If. If you go get me some of those flowers I like so much. Will you do that, sweetie?” He seems excited at the prospect of pleasing her, saying “I sure will!” And he runs off towards some of the bushes, apparently leaving the yard to find the flowers.
The halfling, now sitting on the edge of the well, looks over T’aria and says, “So… what would be your story? This Taryn needs help?” The man says to the halfling “She was following the boy. I thought… I thought she might be…” He trails off without finishing his sentence.
