Backscene: Do You Know a Girl? Who: Imenry Barras, Eileen Wyland When: 24 Molioris, 9:45 Where: G3’s camp off the road leading from Kinloch Hold to Redcliffe Summary: Imenry promised a favor to a friend. Perhaps this new mage can assist her? Rating: E
Imenry had been sitting near the fire, tending to her claymore as she did every night. With the blade laid across her lap she carefully worked the whetstone over the metal; the sound soothing to her, accompanied by the murmuring voices of her companions and the crackling of the fire. Things had been quiet on the road since their stop at the tower and acquisition of two more companions. Their group was growing every day, but Imenry figured it was always nice to have another mage about, even if her Templar companion did appear to be rather young and green around the gills.
As she worked her mind wandered back to her last days spent at the Keep. They seemed ages ago now, when she had bid farewell to Falina and an edgy Cormac; tutored Lalin on the finer points of blue paint; and had a quiet conversation with her new friend Ser Ordhan. Her thoughts flickered back to that talk, to his faraway look when he mentioned the sister he had lost so long ago; not dead but taken from him just as unfairly. Locked away in a tower where he was not even permitted to visit her.
It was one thing she would never understand about these people. Even if locking mages away was for their safety and the safety of people around them, why prevent their families and loved ones from visiting? She glanced over at their newly arrived mage again, wondering if perhaps she might know something about the missing sister. Signy had of course, never lived in Kinloch Hold, despite her magery, and Noah had proven mostly confusing to Imenry. The new woman seemed kind.
Shifting, she stood and slid her claymore into it’s sheathe, rounding the large fire to see where the woman sat. She was bent over a task, and Imenry could smell the fragrance of dried herbs. She had some tools, a worn pestle and mortar, some small glass phials. It seemed she was preparing potions. Imenry was not terribly familiar with them but she had used one or two on occasion, when they were available from local merchants or herbalists. She studied the woman’s work a moment, watching with curious eyes before she realized she was perhaps staring and cleared her throat politely.
“Excuse me? I don’t mean to interrupt you but… I had a question about the tower and I was hoping maybe you might be able to help me?” She kept her voice low, though it wasn’t really a secret, she didn’t really think she should be discussing Ordhan’s business in front of many others. Hopefully the mage would agree to speak to her on the matter and they could take a walk. “Would you mind?” She motioned some bit away from the group clustered around the fire.