Drink With Me

[Brian]

"None are allowed in the lorekeepers' chambers at present," Radagast says slowly, "save lorekeepers themselves.  But then, I suppose any thief willing to brave the tombs wouldn't be slowed much by that."

Kevin frowns.  "Either that or my personal chambers.  With Lammermore wounded, I'm certain our chain of command at least looks vulnerable," he suggests.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn grimaces.  "Let us not put you at any more risk than you already are, my Lord," he says delicately.  "And I had forgotten that the Lorekeeper's tower was off-guard."  He makes another face.  "There is too much on my mind.  Regardless, it's not a good option."  He ponders for a second.  "Perhaps the chambers used by Sir Breke?  A logical choice, and easily guessed by a spy."

[Brian]

Kevin nods, rubbing his chin.  "That would serve," he agrees, nodding.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn nods.  "Then all we need is a substitute sword," he says, "and the rest can be easily taken care of."  He considers.  "The armoury should have something of the appropriate dimensions," he suggests.  "Gatemaster, can you procure one from there?"

[Brian]

Eske nods, and gets a sword of the proper size and shape from another eye-rending gash in reality.  It's not quite as bad this time, but still unsettling.  "Will this do?" he asks.

[Bjorn]

"Perfect," Bjorn says, approvingly.  "Wardmaster Mattias, if you would arrange the trap so that neither myself nor Lord Bloom will trigger it, I will take care of placing it in Sir Breke's chambers.  Lord Bloom," Bjorn nods, "can arrange what he must among his own men, and then meet with the Gatemaster to be gated into the room in, perhaps, half an hour?"

[Brian]

"Very well," Lord Kevin says, standing.  "We shall meet here again in one hour, then?"  Eske and Mattias nod agreeably, but look to Bjorn for confirmation.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn nods.  "As you say, my Lord."  He looks over at Ekim.  "If you do not mind me saying so, my Lord, it might be best if you could conceal the blade.  Perhaps the Gatemaster can provide another cloth?"  He makes an apologetic face.  "I can also provide you with the remains of the blade you forged for me, to provide an explanation for the burden you carry."

[Dracos]

Dracos nodded.  "If there is nothing else, I'll go gather a half dozen now."

Dracos turned to leave, heading back to his men if he's not stopped.

Dracos

[Brian]

Ekim winces at that.  "Aye, a blade crafted by a smith such as myself should not break so easily.  T'were a joy to craft, though."  Ekim places the sword Lammermore wielded on the table, and removes his smith's apron.  Beneath it he's wearing finely crafted, shiny polished steel plate, at odds with his rusted beard.  He gestures towards the sword, after he places it on his apron.  "Lay the pieces there, and I'll take them back.  The work of another night to reforge your blade as it should be," he adds, flashing granite teeth at you in a somewhat unnerving grin.

Phil is met in the hall by Lord Roger, who looks reasonably content at being where he is, and says, (loudly enough to be heard in the library), "An' there 'e is!  Lord Bloom, come, we've assembled a council of the Storm-riders to discuss what's become of us, and what's to come.  We're waiting on you, of course."

[Dracos]

"Ah...hum...  Sorry, to keep you waiting.  Hmm...Where's Nathan?  Is he there as well?"  Dracos talks as he gestures for Lord Roger to lead the way, walking with him.

Dracos

[Brian]

Kevin raises an eyebrow at this, but says nothing until the Library doors close again, apparently also providing a barrier against sound.  "Well, we'll hope that he can spare someone else then," Lord Kevin sighs.  "If not, we've soldiers."

Dracos now goes to Memories.

[Bjorn]

"Perhaps Sir Shuker," Bjorn offers.  "I've heard rumours that he has done very well on the battlefield, and there are no questions about his loyalty."

As he's speaking, he pulls out the various bits of katana that he could collect, laying them out on Ekim's apron.  "It was fine piece of work," he reassures the smith.  "But used a bit uncautiously against..."

His voice trails off, and he frowns.  "Did anyone collect the axe of this last General?"

[Brian]

There's a collective blink at that.  "Oh," Kevin mutters.  "Lovely.  I'll have some men search the field for it at once.  With Breke fallen, and Lammermore so wounded, I imagine it wasn't a high priority, but still...."

Ragast makes a face.  "Here's to hoping someone retrieved it," he says.  "Nearly every single Storm-rider that came in through the gates walked over it."

[Bjorn]

"It's a bit important."  Bjorn purses his lips.  "The general seemed to use that axe to create the shield.  I don't think ogres are known for such abilities."  He makes a face.  "My fault, I'm afraid.  I should have taken greater care, but I was... distracted."

He sighs, placing the last piece of the broken katana on Ekim's apron, and then looks at Mattias.  "Is it safe for me to handle the warded cloth now, Wardmaster?"