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[Bjorn]

"Yes," Bjorn says, simply.

[Brian]

"Very well, then," the armored man says, relaxing into his chair a little bit.  "Ask one of the servants to show you to Sir Breke's rooms."

Lord Kevin nods thoughtfully.  "Indeed," he murmurs.  "Now, Madame Mirallia, if you'd care to take a look at this map, you can see our plans for the first day, hmm?"

Mirallia nods at you, and turns her attention to the map.  Radagast rubs his chin thoughtfully, and frowns, but remains silent, sitting off to one side.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn bows deeply to the gathered gentry, and then makes his way out of the war room, closing the door gently behind him.

Outside the room, he addresses himself to the nearest servant.  "Excuse me, good master, but could you take me to the chambers of Sir Breke?"

[Brian]

The servant blinks, and raises an eyebrow, but nods, and leads you to a room on the second floor -- this one a good distance from Mirallia's.  The door is closed, and the servant leaves the second he's certain you know it's the door to Breke's room specifically.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn raps politely on the door.

[Brian]

Some calls out from within, in a tired, but clear voice:  "Enter!"

The hallway is peculiarly deserted at this point....

[Bjorn]

Bjorn enters the room, quietly, and shuts the door behind him before turning to look at Sir Breke.

[Brian]

You enter the apartments, which mirror the rooms you share with Mirallia.  Breke is sitting at the chair closest to (as you reckon) the bedroom, in front of the table.  He stares forward at something you can't see, and drums his fingers across the table.

He's currently dressed in amor a lot like yours, only with thicker metal plates on it.  In addition, he has a pair of nearly identical swords on his back, one with a white hilt, and one with a black hilt.

On the table before him, someone has painstakingly carved a circle, and it doesn't look like it's a rough, crude scratching, it looks like someone put effort into making it smooth and perfectly rounded.

"No food?" he asks, lowering his face to peer at the circle on the table, his eyes not even flickering towards you.  "I suppose it is early."

His hands rise from his lap, and you see someone has secured (and welded) manacles onto him.  His wrists are still scarred from the heat of this welding, and chains dangle across the floor behind him.  There's probably a good three meters of reach on those chains, too.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn bows.  "Sir Breke, I am Bjorn, a vassal of Hamar.  By the request of Lord Kevin, I am here to act as your companion."

[Brian]

"How nice," he says flatly.  "They send a holy man."  He seems restless for a moment, then shrugs.  "Have a seat," he says, gesturing vaguely.  "Tell me about yourself, Bjorn."

[Bjorn]

Bjorn takes the indicated seat.  "I am a vassal of Hamar.  There's not much to say about that, Sir Breke.  What would you like to know?"

As he speaks, he studies Breke carefully -- particularly his face, trying to understand him.

[Brian]

Breke's face is lined with creases.  He's a man who scowls a lot.  His eyes are a bluish gray, and wander around the room.  They don't flickering from spot to spot, but just kind of float around, as though he were seeing something you couldn't.

One hand rises, dragging the chain with it, and touches one edge of the circle, then moves about, tracing the perimeter idly before he speaks.

"Tell me about your childhood, then," he sighs.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn shrugs.  "Again, Sir, there is little to say.  I grew up on an isolated farm, so it was not until I was five years of age before I spent time with other children.  As you'd expect, I was treated harshly by my peers -- always the victim of childhood games.

"And then, one day, I gutted the worst of the bullies with a hand trowel, simply to hear him scream, and when he was dead, I made sausages of his brains.  I became quite popular, then."

[Brian]

Breke blinks at this, then scowls, and then slaps the tabble with one hand (sending chains rattling about) and howls with laughter.

"Hah!" he yells.  "Sausage!"  Sobering slightly he says, "That's good.  Very good."  He nods to himself.  "Have you ever actually killed a man?" he asks, his voice hardening a bit.

[Bjorn]

"Yes," Bjorns says quietly, with a hint of sadness, but his eyes are intent and serious, fixed on Breke's gaze.