Chapter 7b - Righting the Ship

   
Willow Ardent
Willow looks at Ara, "So... who else believes that we are well suited to this task... I mean, of course, the person who is communicating with you right now."


Magnir Hrotthson
Magnir just silently looks between Willow and Meredith a moment, shifting back and forth on his feet as a little song perks up in his head-quietly humming it under his breath as Cordelia began to speak now.

Raising a brow at her mention of; "returning home", he was a little surprised, atleast he looked it. Though a slight-if almost imperceptible nod would come after her mention of fighting and dying honorably would be spoken.

Sure he wasn't the most honorable of combatant in the strictest of sense, but honor is different between cultures.

And honor meant nothing if you get your head lopped off anyway. Best not to let that happen.

Once Willow spoke up and directed her question-statement to Ara, Magnir looked to her for a moment, perplexed by her words until he started to put two-and-two together.

More information. Useful, juicy, information.








Meredith is about to respond to Cordelia when Willow speaks. A slight frown replaces her former expression and she looks at the other woman curiously, then to Ara, trying to ascertain what is going on.

"Well, the Order, of course," Ara replies, tilting her head slightly to the side as she responds to Willow's question, though her voice betrays a hint of something deeper.
"They like to keep aware of things, as any employer might want to keep track of an employee, and thus we maintain an open line of communication,"
she adds.

"It's nothing sinister,"
Ara says with a smile.

Willow Ardent
Willow frowns, "No... I don't think so. I don't take orders from someone on a party line that I'm not privy to. Whomever wants us to carry out this plan needs to be here planning it with us."


Magnir Hrotthson
As Willow poses the response after Aras own, Magnir moves towards the door of the little house-lodge and peeks his eyes out from the edge of a window that was covered with cloth, seeing out into the area silently as he waited for them to come to a conclusion on what to do. Only returning once he had sated his curiosity-returning to stand not far from Ara or Zeek, but more on the path towards the door.





"The Order seem as distant and manipulative as those we oppose," Meredith accuses, her expression growing stern if not angry. "I have no wish to trade one set of masters for another, equally as dictatorial in their dealings. We have agreed to carry out this task - but let the manner in which we do so be our own, unless the Order has aid to offer us. They have already shown themselves to be divided and indecisive on such matters."




 

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