Pinned to the gate
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:: Those entering or exiting the inner camp this day come upon a perculiar sight, a hankercheif appears to be pinned to the camp gate with a stage knife.::
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Bridie is up early as always, off to norwick to find gaje to fleece and hoping to find Nyawe , who has been absent for over a year now. He disappeared after teh death of Dorlam, a gnome who took Bridie to be more than she was.. and would not let go.
She is stopped dead in her tracks by a fluttering shape at teh gates… quickly before anyone else can see it, she take it down, looking closely at the littel muslin cloth. and the dagger...
"Ralen?... ye .. ye back? "
Her face floods with tears as the memories of the breif time she speant with the mischevous but gentle bard flood back.... and she takes out a pack of throwing knives, the brothers to teh one she holds.... she traces her fingers across them and over one in particular, teh familiar buzzing under her fingers of the charm she laid deep into it casing her to smile.
Her face falls as seh remembers how she had hoped he would stay, and that he felt even the half of the love she felt for him...
ANd how she had not honoured her promise to wait.
"wha ise gahn dus kna? ise still loves ralen.... bu Nyawe... oh gods wha as i dun?"
SHe takes the bespelled knife from the pack and hurries up to the fire on watch hill. there, in private she condusts a small ritual, trying to reverse the charm. SHe takes the knife and cuts into her own arm.,the blood flowing down its length, it hisses and sizzles inteh heat of the flames. but to no avail...
SHe cries hard as she slides the blade into its well worn place amongst its brothers and sets off for norwick to find him... Ralen... she must find him... no matter what the cost.
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sees a new hole in the gate and shrugs
