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Haireth Chattaway







A powerful tremor shook through the ground as Haireth swung open the wooden door. He rested against it for a second, greedily gulping for air. Water pooled beneath his feet. When he found the strength, he raised his head and held the door open for a brief moment, waiting for his singular companion to pass on through. He already found it difficult to trust her, but she was the only company he had on this journey thus far. The only one in the same predicament as he.

Haireth grabbed the wet brown hair matted against his face and hastily pulled it back into a low ponytail. He thought he would make more of a scene in the tavern, but fortunately, he did not. Everyone here seemed to keep to themselves, most looking down somberly at their drinks or talking lively with each other. A young barmaid with a cloud of red hair was busily shuffling drinks back and forth to different patrons. All looked normal.

The guardsman sunk into the wooden chair at the corner of the room. All the events were a blur in his mind, everything happened so fast. He still couldn't wrap his mind around it. He didn't want to put much effort into it right now, either. What he really needed right now was a beer and a warm bed. That would suffice. He knew tomorrow was going to be another hard day on the road, but for now there was a momentary abatement.
"From here we ride westward. There should be a forest that should obscure our tracks from here on out," He spoke to her. He kept his voice hushed but measured. One wrong step could cost them their lives, and no one had to tell him that.

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Wringing the wet water out of her hair, Avyanna briskly moved past the man who held the door open for her, one that she had managed to escape with after the Queen was found dead. She remembered seeing him around as he was one of the guards who watched over the Queen while she lay sick in bed. She herself was hired to take care of the bed-ridden royalty, to try and find a cure for her sickness, but as Avyanna seemed to be getting close to what she believed would help, it was too late. But not of the sickness. Assassinated by someone within her own kingdom. A shame, truly. She was actually starting to like her.

Sighing as she sat down, her breath came in short huffs and her legs basically felt useless as this point. She had never run away from someone so fast in her life. Of course, there were times where she did run away, many times actually, but never because she had a whole fucking kingdom trying to hunt her, and her companion, down. Pausing to look around the room, they had managed to find themselves inside a pretty lonely tavern. Not much was going on except some conversations here and there, a barmaid shuffling between them. She really wanted to say Hehe, at your age, people were serving me, not the other way around, but she refrained from doing so as the guardsman sat down, so she did the same.

She leaned in as he spoke, propping her elbows on the table and setting her head on her hands, watching him curiously. She hadn't taken him for the type to run away, but she guessed anyone would in their situation. But that meant he was willing to bend the rules, if not break them to save himself and her, a trait she found pleasing, so she guessed she would play nice for now.

"Ah yes, luckily I know all about covering tracks. Not from personal experience or anything of course. Though we shouldn't stay here too long. There's too many people. Too many ears."
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Haireth was trying to catch the attention of the barmaid, who was hurriedly passing drinks left and right. All the riding today had made him rather tired, and he knew tomorrow he would undoubtedly be sore from his saddle. He was used to staying in the city, accompanying the Queen, and while there were frequent training exercises he oversaw and participated in, he knew with his age he was no longer in his prime, but still a veteran nevertheless. He knew the countryside by heart, and he was going to live, damnit. He knew he pushed himself too hard today in an effort to widen the distance from Vestan and himself, but he knew his body would be able to recuperate.

The Barmaid finally noticed his efforts to flag her down and came scurrying over. Her face was a wash of freckles and ringlets of copper hair bounced as she moved. Her green eyes glimmered cheerfully,
"What can I get for you?"
"Two flagons of whatever you got left."
She nodded and briskly paced back, going behind the bar counter. Haireth turned to Avyanna. His eyebrow arched when she talked about 'personal experience' Of course. What did I expect?
"Agreed. We should be safe here," He leaned in closer to her, "I suggest we take off in the early hours of the morning while everyone else is asleep. That way no one here will see our departure." He kept his voice low and watched the barmaid come their way with the drinks.
Haireth smiled and tipped her before taking the drinks from her hands. He pushed the other flagon towards the shaman. "We shouldn't drink much, but here, for tonight,"
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