Stuck in the Middle With You

[Rezantis]

Rez catches a glimpse of the periapt, and says a very foul word.

[Bjorn]

"Well," Bjorn says calmly, "that, at least, settles that.  Don't touch anything, I think."

He stands up, brushing off his knees.  Then, striding over to the door, he pulls it open, and addresses the guards.  "One of you," he orders, "go find Lord Kevin and Sir Lammermore.  Ask for their attendance here as soon as they can manage.  Someone else convey the same request to Master Radagast.  Quickly, please."

Turning back to the room, without closing the door, he frowns at Nathan.  "Sir Shuker," he says, "did you by any chance check up on Sir Liandral?"

[Rezantis]

"Yes, I did. Serril's with him," Rez pauses, "And you owe me an answer, later.  Much like you owe me cookies."

[Bjorn]

Bjorn ignores Nathan's last comments for the moment -- while Nathan might not have been overheard by the guards, Bjorn certainly would be.  "What sort of condition was he in?" he asks instead.

[Rezantis]

"Well, he seemed alright, but he didn't say anything.  His hand looked . . ."

Rez trails off.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn grunts.  "Was he coherent?  Could he walk?"

[Brian]

The guards blink, nod quickly, and a pair of them take off at a trot down the hallway.

[Rezantis]

"I'm not sure, but probably.  He didn't speak, but he -seemed- like he'd have been coherent had he bothered."

[Bjorn]

Bjorn looks over at the writing table.  "We need someone who can read an Elvish script," he mutters.  "Perhaps Master Radagast can, or knows of someone else who might.  Otherwise, we'll have to bother Liandral."

[Rezantis]

"Well, we'll wait for Radagast."

Nathan goes back to rifling through the papers, seeing if there's anything not written in Elvish, or even obviously different from the rest.

[Brian]

None of the papers are in a script either of you can recognize.  When someone does come, it's Kevin, without Lammermore.  Though, he has enough guards to arrest a good dozen people, even if they put up a nasty fight with him.

"What's going on?" he asks, stepping into the room and looking between Bjorn and Rez curiously.

[Bjorn]

"I've searched Dorian's belongings, my Lord," Bjorn says in a quiet, solemn voice, waving a hand at the footlocker.  "And found arrows of the same make as the ones that killed Sir Breke and injured Sir Lammermore and Lord Bloom, as well as one of the periapts of Solariat."

[Brian]

"Oh?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.  His expression shifts to a scowl when he looks into the footlocker.  "I see," he says darkly.  "This ... is ill news.  But at the same, better than what we had suspected."

[Bjorn]

Bjorn nods in unhappy agreement.  "As you say, my Lord.  He also left behind many documents, but they were written in an Elfish script."  He stares at the contents of the footlocker.  "We'll need the Lorekeepers to examine these things, but I suspect we'll find that this periapt gives the lore of Gates to whoever holds it."

Sighing, he shakes his head, and then turns to look back to Kevin.  "Should we give the orders to free Mistress Lindsey and Master Durant, my Lord?"

[Brian]

"A second," Kevin says, scanning through the stack of papers.  "I can read Elfish script."  He frowns as he reads through one of the pages, his expression becoming bleaker and bleaker the further he reads.

"Bjorn," he says tersely, looking up from one page, his face quite pale.  "Is there a knife in one of those bundles?" he asks, pointing at the footlocker.