Caemlyn Streets
Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 7:26 am
The wind coming from the east kept the smell of smoke and charred timber fresh. Also, the smell of blood. The fighting had finally finished an hour ago, the casualties were still unknown. So many of them...and the Warder Student could have been among them.
"Thank you for your help, good Student. And Lady Zaralle, of course."
The short man was balding, and wore the perfect outfit for a merchant. He'd seen much of the fighting outside his window. The Student just brushed him off, trying not to wince as his arm was in great pain.
"Make sure to thank the Guards and Sylibus, the Queens Guards were the real heroes."
"I know, but I also give credit to the others who took arms against the Shadowspawn. But I will do as you say."
"Thanks."
The Student scanned over the street, noting the bodies piling up as the dead were gathered. The pile of Shadowspawn and Dreadlords was high..but so was the citizen one. That caused the Student to sigh, then catch his own reflection in the window.
His hair was kept in it's usual fashion, but his face was covered in dirt, blood, and soot. Staring back at him was the eyes he always knew would be there. He had taken a lot of injuries, and had no Healing this time.
The Student turned to ask for a horse, noting that Zaralle had already saddled one and was headed on her way. He shook his head; that woman would be the death of him someday. And she almost had been that night. His instinct to protect had push himself in danger to keep a few too many terrible things from finding her when she couldn't move.
With one last drink of water to prepare him for the ride, he headed through the streets towards Tar Valon. This attack would need answers and to be noted for the Browns especially.
A calm wind blew through the street, carrying away the smells of death and ruin. And with it, the Student was gone.
"Thank you for your help, good Student. And Lady Zaralle, of course."
The short man was balding, and wore the perfect outfit for a merchant. He'd seen much of the fighting outside his window. The Student just brushed him off, trying not to wince as his arm was in great pain.
"Make sure to thank the Guards and Sylibus, the Queens Guards were the real heroes."
"I know, but I also give credit to the others who took arms against the Shadowspawn. But I will do as you say."
"Thanks."
The Student scanned over the street, noting the bodies piling up as the dead were gathered. The pile of Shadowspawn and Dreadlords was high..but so was the citizen one. That caused the Student to sigh, then catch his own reflection in the window.
His hair was kept in it's usual fashion, but his face was covered in dirt, blood, and soot. Staring back at him was the eyes he always knew would be there. He had taken a lot of injuries, and had no Healing this time.
The Student turned to ask for a horse, noting that Zaralle had already saddled one and was headed on her way. He shook his head; that woman would be the death of him someday. And she almost had been that night. His instinct to protect had push himself in danger to keep a few too many terrible things from finding her when she couldn't move.
With one last drink of water to prepare him for the ride, he headed through the streets towards Tar Valon. This attack would need answers and to be noted for the Browns especially.
A calm wind blew through the street, carrying away the smells of death and ruin. And with it, the Student was gone.