Hoarrans at the North Gate
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Three Hoarrans arrive at the North gate of Norwick and set a small camp. Two are heavily armed and armored, the third not, and all three have white strips of cloth tied around their left arms high up. Making no hostile actions beyond their sheer arrival, they do not bother any traffic coming in and out of the town. They announce to a guard that they are here to seek a meeting with the town leaders.
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The messenger and guards return swiftly to their camp, packing the tent and other things before moving north, removing the white strips from their arms as they do. Walking with them, in good spirits it seems are Jenni and Jonni.
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A short while after leaving, Dwin arrives back at the Hoaran tent (sans Zyphlin the Horse) and looks around for his new friend, Rhin.
Where'd my ale-friend go, lads? The Chancellor would like me to escort you all to the Great Hall… don't tell me she's left already!
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A younger woman and a boy come out the gates and walk over to the Hoarran camp. Introducing themselves as Jenni and Jonni. Tense introductions is soon met by a sharp look from Rhin. The entire group looks about before Jenni, Jonni, and Rhin climb into a tent, their voices too muffled to make out at the point, the two guards positioning themselves outside on either side of the tent, and taking short walks in circles now and then.
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The sights and sounds of Camp Rosenritter may be visible from where the Hoarans are camped.
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Aelthas, still limping on his way to town offers a nod back to the Hoarrans when they ask him to do something. As Dwin speaks, he glances back to the Hoarrans and grins slightly.
Told you.
Then he disappears into the gates and into town, chuckling the whole time.
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Dwin allows himself a quick smile at her wit.
The ale you speak of is worth more than gold to some, and thrice as hard to come by. Though tempting, lass, I will be on my way to speak to the Chancellor.
She, too, loves her ale, and should your intelligence match your wit you'll save one of those for your meeting with her–should she choose it.
Dwin eyes them once more carefully and continues through the gates after sharing a quick word with the gate guard.
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Pats her modest chest to emphasize. Well, if he only prefers man-meat, it's my guards who should be worried! And a dwarf angered by sappers used in the past? I'd think you'd be impressed! Seems to think for a moment then shrugs finally. I suppose being harassed somewhat as you pass through our lands may cause one some small measure of annoyance I suppose. I'm sure if I just walked through your town and was randomly assaulted by your militia, when I was just on a little stroll, I might feel somewhat irate myself. You're welcome to join us at our meal. I believe I even have some dwarven ale about. Some of the last stock from that order that used to be up in the mountains.
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Neighbors, you say?
Norwick's luck must surely have run dry should we need to count those who powder-keg our buildings, kill our people, and attack innocents passing through the pass as… "Neighbors."
You are the ones that threaten. You are the ones who attack.
Dwin chuckles
You'll pardon me if I don't suddenly welcome you with open arms.
I'm glad the Pink-wolf has offered you a meal, as I have little to offer...seeing as your archers and soldiers chased me on the way home to Norwick.
We'll see what the Chancellor chooses to do. In the meantime I'd sleep with one eye open... Pink-wolves like to taste man-meat from what I hear.
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A cordial word from you, followed by a threat, followed by a misdirection of truth. I believe your laws are no bared weapons, not no weapons at all. I've broken no laws, nor admitted as such. We will wait here for your delegation then as needed, Former Chancellor, for our business is indeed a chat, one people to another about the times. Much as one neighbor to another about the weather, which we are.
Aelthas is greeted warmly by one of the guards, who is slightly older then the other two. Rhin thanks him for the meat and wine, and asks him to leave word with Jeni and Jonni in Norwick since the bureaucrat thumb point over her shoulder to Dwin seems determined to keep them outside.
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Aelthas, on one of his many trips back and forth between Peltarch and the Lathanderite Temple, stops at the small Hoarran camp, offering them some freshly killed deer and Romani wine. He says a few quiet words to the Hoarrans as he offers them the meal and chuckles slightly before heading on into town.
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Dwin sees her eyes go to his axe.
Ah, if I am known to you then so is Steelcutter I suppose. Don't worry, lass. You are here under the symbols of peace and I have no quarrel with you… at the moment.
Our Chancellor is a busy woman, Rhin-Peacemaker. Let me know what errand it is that you come here for, and I will relay the message. She does not see folks such as yerselves, that have admitted to crimes within our realm, just to have a chat.
If your business cannot be spoken, then you can surrender your blades to me and I will escort you to the Great Hall.
Either way, blades are not allowed within our walls unless held by officials. so be prepared to surrender them here.
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Looking at the axe in hand, and listening to the tone of voice, the unarmed Hoarran finally speaks up.
I am known as Rhin. You are known to us Dwin gives an obvious look to the axe in his hand We will wait for someone not so eager with axe in hand to introduce us to the current Chancellor perhaps.
With a polite nod to the former Chancellor she settles back at her campsite with the two obvious guards who have also not moved hand to weapon, talking over what to have for dinner as they wait.
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Arriving from the North on his trusty steed, Zyphlin, The ex-Chancellor stops at the Hoaran camp and (axe in hand) asks a few questions after he hears their goals.
I am Dwin Dolvak, advisor to the Chancellor on many matters. If you seek admission to the Great Hall of the Realm, then state your names and your business to me. I will relay it to our Chancellor and if she deems your names and your goals worthy she may admit you.
Know that your kin have caused much trouble and pain here in the past, and the reason that you give should be a good one!
