Drink With Me

[Bjorn]

Bjorn stops, and turns slightly, twisting his head around to face Philip.  "I am going to see who he talks to," he says.  "The questions to ask will probably become obvious at that point."

[Dracos]

Dracos nodded.  "I was trying to wait until Farwell was gone before getting any further into that, but since we're alone for the second, now's as good a time as any.  I'll come with you.  Safety in numbers."

Dracos

[Brian]

The adventure is cut short, however, as a trio of guards enter the hall and beeline towards Bjorn.

"Sir!" one of them backs, disrupting the song that Durant is playing on a harp for everyone in the room.  He breaks off with a discordant twang, and stares at Bjorn and Phil pointedly.

[Bjorn]

"Yes?" Bjorn says, rising an eyebrow in polite confusion -- and making a quiet mental note of Durant's reaction.  "What is it?"

[Brian]

"You've been summoned to Lord Kevin's chambers," the guard says apologetically.  "I'm-- It would be best so speak with him."  His eyes flicker to Phil, and he adds, "You there -- find the leader of the Storm-riders, if you can.  Lord Kevin has a need to adress him, as well."

[Dracos]

"I am the leader of the storm-riders."  Dracos frowns, resisting highly a prolonged commentary on guard's observational skills in favor of actually wanting to have a chat with lord kevin himself.  "Where is Lord Kevin?"

Dracos

[Brian]

The lead guard is jolted, realizing what a mistake he's just made, and bows.  "My apologies," he says.  "I was told your torc bore Caribou, Lord Markham.  Please follow me to Lord Kevin."  He rises, and looks at you expectantly.

[Dracos]

Dracos rolls his eyes.  "Markham is no longer lord of anything, except where his cowardly hide may take him in the wilderness.  His clan is now ruled by another, and the storm-riders by me.  I am Lord Bloom.  Now let us go."  Dracos gestures to lead the way, following the guard.

[Brian]

The guard flinches again, and can't quite meet your eyes.  "This way, please," he says quietly, marching out of the hall.  The other two guards wait, until they can walk behind you.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn follows, saying nothing -- but watching the guards carefully, studying how they watch him, and what they're doing.  He finds this entire arrangement unpleasantly reminiscent of his time in the Workshop.

[Brian]

The guards behind you are spending a lot more time looking behind themselves then at you.  Even with your highly trained (and how honed) combat senses, they seem to really be more concerned with what might be following them.

They lead you to a library, which you'd not seen before.  It's currently deserted, except for a single table.  Lord Kevin, Radagast, and two other lorekeepers you've never seen before are there, talking quietly and poring over a map of the wastes.

Lord Kevin breaks off his conversation when he sees you, and gestures you to the table, which is some twenty meters away, in this library.  It's a single room, at least a hundred meters by a hundred meters, and two stories high.  There is a raised section that covers at least three thirds of the room, with stairways on either side of the door leading in.  As you're standing in the doorway, Ekim looms out of the darkened passageway behind you, followed by a trio of guards.

Dracos:  You recognize Radagast, Lord Kevin, Eske, and Mattias standing around the table and speaking to one another.  When he arrives you also remember Ekim, though he wasn't this brooding last time you saw him.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn bows.  "My Lords.  How may I be of service?"

[Brian]

"We're no lords," Radagast says, chuckling.

Kevin grunts, starting when he sees Phil, and then nodding.  "Well met, Lord Bloom.  I see that you are-- bah.  No time for formalities."  He scowls, and glares at the table, slamming a fist against it hard enough to make the pair of candlebras wobble unsteadily.  Mattias (A man who looks to be in his forties, with very short salt-and-pepper hair) reaches a hand out to steady one.  "Sir Breke's remains were taken to the hall of heroes by the Interers.  Only minutes after he was lain upon a stone, someone broke into the tomb, killed four Interers, and then left."  He glances at the swords Bjorn is carrying, and relaxes slightly.  "I'm guessing that he sought those," he adds, pointing at the blades.

[Bjorn]

"Very likely, my Lord," Bjorn says, gravely.

[Dracos]

Dracos stared, shocked by the news.  "How were they killed?  By magic?  By blade?  How far has this news traveled?"

Dracos