"Well, it seems everyone is of an accord," the queen says. "Again, thank you all for doing this. May the gods and spirits watch over your paths."
"All the same, make sure to watch your own paths too," Gareth says. "Beasts and bandits are bad enough, but with these ill tidings...who knows who or what you might find out there."
"Peace be with you," Abelena says, in a surprisingly strong voice not unlike her mother's.
The prince remains silent, picking halfheartedly at a tart. Thoven seems lost in thought.
As you all get up to leave, the queen and her advisers do as well.
The queen, her daughter and their servants exit through one door, while Aelfgar joins Gareth in exiting a different door. Thoven grunts and nods curtly at the groups before vanishing into thin air.
Outside, it is just now completely dark
, and the snow is falling thickly and slowly straight down, with barely even a hint of wind. The lanterns that line the major streets have all been lit and cast halos of yellow light on the freshly fallen snow. It certainly is cold, but not yet the utter glacial cold of deep winter, which is still many weeks away. A few people come and go in the streets, bundled up in fur, probably on their way home from work or on their way to taverns before going to bed.
And now the two groups part ways, one heading up the streets through the higher tiers, then up the stairs and through the tunnel of Northwatch Keep into the wilds, the other down the opposite way toward the harbor and the
Salty Seabird inn.
|That is the one you guys wanted to go to right? |
The adventure is about to begin.
|Anyone who wants to say some parting words to the members of the opposite group, do so here; otherwise, move onto the Chapter 1 threads. |