Crossfire Sequence

[Bjorn]

"Yes," Bjorn says simply, if rather inaccurately.

[Brian]

"Very well, then," Kevin says, nodding.  "It's time to get ready."

With that, he, Lammermore, Ekim, and Radagast rise, and begin moving towards the exit to the room.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn quickly pulls up the mindboard, and touching the Parthipan-smudge, scrawls, Watch your back.  Immediately letting the mindboard dissipate, he covertly studies the others in the room.

[Brian]

All that's left in the room is yourself, Parthipan, and Mirallia, who looks as lost as she always does.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn shrugs mentally.  Need to get faster than that, he thinks to himself.  

Out loud, he says, "Good luck, Master Parthipan."  Turning to Mirallia, he adds, "We should get ready for our roles tonight.  Shall we be off, then?"

[Brian]

"Certainly," she says.  "Where is sir Breke?"

[Bjorn]

Bjorn makes a faint face.  "In his room," he says with self-reproach.  "I'm afraid I forgot to collect him before today's meeting.  Shall we go collect him?"

Waiting for agreement, Bjorn makes his way to Breke's apartments.

[Brian]

Not knowing what else to do, Parthipan tags along behind you.

You wend your way through the passages and get back to the first floor.  From there, you manage to retrace your steps from memory to Breke's room.  The door is closed when you get there.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn knocks on the door.  "Sir Breke?"  Without waiting for a response, he cracks the door open.  "It's time."

[Brian]

Breke is waiting at his table in his normal spot, absently polishing one of his blades.  He nods without looking at you, sheathes the blade, and rises.  "Lead the way," he says quietly.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn nods, before remembering, and says, "Certainly."  Turning around, he almost collides with Parthipan, and raises his eyebrow.  "Shouldn't you be preparing in one of the towers, Master Parthipan?"

[Brian]

Parthipan frowns, looking like he wanted to ask you something, but nods, and walks away, presumably towards his fellow lorekeepers.

Breke snorts.  "Got more life in him this time around," the sword-master opines.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn shrugs.  "As long as he has any life at all, he's doing well," he says.  

Taking up Breke's chains, he leads him out to the courtyard, to join the preparations.

[Brian]

The courtyard is filled -- again -- with soldiers milling around, being ordered into formation by squad leaders.  The initial rush looks like it's going to contain about a thousand men.  The walls are bristling with archers once more, and the lorekeepers are lining their towertops.

As you enter the courtyard, Durant finishes what sounds like a pretty impassioned speech to some strong applause, and then eyes you.  After a second, he heads towards the keep, not waiting to stick around and converse.

Lammermore is wearing the sword he used yesterday again, and Lord Kevin is standing to one side with Radagast and a dozen guards.  The combat medics are prepared to rush in immediately behind the soldiers, from the look of things.

"Feels tense," Breke observes quietly.

[Bjorn]

"Yes," Bjorn replies in the same quiet tone.  "It does, doesn't it?  People starting to realize just what sort of shape the enemy is in."  He sighs.  "Well.  Let's go find out what the plans for us are today."

With that, he makes his way over to Kevin and Lammermore.