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When the Flames Die

Sightles said
Are you gonna post now, RaeRae, or are you gonna let Epsir post, now?

Already did it.

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Gareth nodded. "Very well then." On the inside he felt disgusted, but at least he received some relief from knowing he would be present the whole while and nothing bad would happen. 'No more beatings during interrogation.' Additionally, the other good news was that Sophia and Feril likely had nothing to do with the death of Sir Redwyne, for it was Harker who delivered the package as he was ordered to by Sir Walden, and the only information on the sender of the package could've come from Sir Walden and the postmaster. But why Sophia? This question vexed the half-elf to no end. The serpent itself, though, reminded him of Sophia's necklace, and he surmised that maybe the snake was from Lyok, for after all, the Lyoki were immune to poison and would be able to handle the small serpent without succumbing to its venom. Feril, on the other hand, was an even bigger question. He hadn't seen Feril at all throughout the past two days... Considering she was a courier, though, she must've delivered something sinister as well.

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Sorry, was doing something important. Computer was still open for said thing.

Edit: But after doing a quick read, I don't have anything worthy of a new post. All I could add at this point would be inner thoughts and character development, and that's just a load of filler.

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Gareth smiled. "Thank you all." He believed the nature of Thomas's concern specious, Harker falling into a state of distrust. Walden had him convinced that most of those in the castle weren't trustworthy for the time being, and he supposed such a questioning of intents would be their best security against any death threats. His lack of positive thought concerning Thomas, however, had a root in Thomas's playing innocent and edgy temper towards anyone who questioned his perceived honor. Someone who was as self-righteous as Sir Morgan was, the half-elf felt, likely had questionable intents, for normally people used honor as a ploy for others to follow them into either rightdoing or wrongdoing, though more often than not wrongdoing was usually the goal. Like Sophia, the events of the past two days edged him on paranoia and fear, and he necessitated all means of evasion of the situations that would cause that. But they were missing Jezin, and a task as simple as what Jezin needed to perform shouldn't have taken as long as it seemed to. Something was wrong.

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Haha, I'm really tempted to make him say: "Thomas, eye have a bone to pick with you."

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To be fair though, that happened to me like twice over the course of this roleplay.

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Sightles, I am so, so sorry.

(TYBG LIVES ON)

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Thomas came down the other corridor through the castle that intersected the route from the west end before the great hall, and when Gareth saw Thomas, the half-elf quickly dashed out of view behind a column, as if, outside of Thomas's peripheral vision, he could sense Gareth's presence. Harker thought negative thoughts at the sight of the man. After Sir Morgan entered, he followed suit, some time afterwards to avert association, and he neared Sophia. The boy circled Thomas and stood behind the princess with a hand on her shoulder, as if protecting her. "Ah, hello... my lady, I have returned." His actions were passive-aggressive, but so subtle as to avoid being deemed so. He did not acknowledge Thomas. "Feril, hello." He tipped his head to the courier.

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Gareth cradled it in his arms as Walden finished up his talk. "Of course, sir, thank you." With a bow, he took the sheathed sword and hooked it through a loop on his belt, one made just for that sort of thing. 'Whichever seamstress it was put thought into these pants...' Thank goodness he paid the extra silver for higher quality clothing when he needed formal wear. With a grin on his face put on for Walden, he chuckled to himself. He doubted he'd ever use the sword much, and he loved his bow too much now to change his preferred mode of combat. But as it was, Sir Walden dismissed him already, and Harker was permitted to leave. "Perhaps I shall be seeing you again soon." Another polite bow and a laugh, and he left Sir Walden alone to return to the great hall. Things were clearing up now. He maintained his innocence and wouldn't be trialed for Redwyne's passing, but he foreboded an arrest in the coming hours. Another person might come to trial again; another murder needed solving. Odd that he was the only person trustworthy enough for Walden to put such a task into the hands of. His newest role would be of an observer, and now he had to tune his senses for pure analysis.

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Gareth bobbed his head in feigned agreement. "Yes, sir." Another sip of wine. Walden's choice of words were touching, and it made Harker's heart skip a beat out of an inclination to the inspiration that arose from the proverbial statement. His eyes seemed to hold a twinkle in them, as if sparking with something divine, as if he could dispose of his lack of confidence, yet still he consciously refused to believe although everything deep within told him to accept what Walden said. His smile returned to his face for the first time that day, and for a moment he froze in silence and finished his wine, him suppressing a burp with all the restraint could manage.