So it will become a big story of intertwining views. I have modified Tharynien's view for others to fill in points
Tharynien stared into the fire, the old, weathered book in her lap. Candil was sitting next to her, reading slowly forward the book. She let her gaze quickly be distracted by the merry laughter and the songs sung. Odd peace filled her. A peace filled with dread. She could not get the words out of the elven lady just a moment ago as she was in the bar.
Since when our folk, the pride ones, have become quiet mice?
Tharynien bit her lip and sighed. When had she changed like this? She let her eyes drift back to the calm notes of the book. She knew the answer. Damn well she did.
The lively chatter slowly died out as one by one the merry Brothers and Sisters of the Thorn left the room. Only Tharynien and Candil was left. Tharynien kept her concentration on the tattered pages. She noted the lone passer-by entering the room. A blind man who wished to sit for a moment. It was no bother, though the dread did not vanish from her heart. Especially with strangers around.
Some moments passed, the blind man eventually left. Though it was not long before a new face appeared, silently walking to stand behind them. Tharynien heard Candil quering what the stranger wished and he answered oddly:
"Are you enjoying yourselves, ladies?"
The stranger left. Tharynien started feeling awkward. There seemed to be no privacy in there.
And then, the stranger came back and whispered to them
"Come with me"
It was then Tharynien froze. Her mind sluggishly tried to fight against the notion. Though before she knew it, she was up on her feet. Compelled to move as the shining blade was drewn to provoke a hastier reaction of movement.
She stepped outside. It was raining. Her vision was covered in the blur of her tears. She was trembling violently. Though her walking was automatic.
"I will die tonight. something said in her head.
"I will die like my father!
Flashbacks. The wagon. The band of thieves. Her father laying facedown the ground. Dead.
Tharynien lost her will to think about anything else.
Her steps where shaky. She took a mistep, where the elven bandit directed them towards the stone stairs. She saw his hand rising and a flash of pain met her face.
Her kindred hit her. And anew sound ring in her ear
"It is the kin of man who are treatcherous. Trust your kind."
Tharynien was lost. Lost in the pain. The pain of her mind.
Her blurred vision saw someone she knew riding close by. Candil was kicked down the stairs
"leave us" Barked the bandit.
It was Haelewulf!
"Haelewulf!" She heard herself scream from the top of her lungs.
She was following now behind the bandit. Candil was a smaller figure down the stairs. Was she allright?
Tharynien stared into the distance. She somehow recognized Haelewulf appearing and he and the bandit vanished somewhere, swords drawn.
"Am I dead?"
Lady Kellidir and Candil took care of her.
Her mind was sluggish. Fixed on the image of her father dead.
The rain kept falling. Her face was swollen from the buise. Her cheek slashed open from the impact point.
Her feet kept walking. Walking. Till they reached a house.
"I think she has braindamage" She heard someone say. A familiar voice. Candil? [...]
"She will be allright" [...]
"Sleep Tharynien" [...]
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Here’s Wulf’s perspective… some of it may gel a little more once I post another write-up about the days leading up to the assault on Trestlebridge.))
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