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  1. Lionel Armon

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    #1 Lionel Armon, Mar 6, 2019
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    Lionel Armon and his companions followed the road between Belgrath and Molthal. The journey was projected to take a few days over a weak to complete on horseback and they were now on their sixth day on the road.
    Lionel had heard some sordid stories about Molthal, enough to make him want to investigate and see for himself what kind of place this was.
    So he and his five followers decided to pose as merchants, purchasing a cart and wares, as well as horses and provisions, to bring to Molthal in order to investigate without arousing more suspicion than was absolutely necessary.
    Unwilling to part with their house colors, he and his men wore brown cloaks pulled over their white uniforms.
    To other travelers they appeared to be what they pretended to be, a well armed party of merchants heading to Molthal.

    The group had been on the road almost all day judging by the sun and had picked up another wanderer traveling in the same direction. While they traveled they didn't have much opportunity to talk, but perhaps later.
    Eventually they found a place to make camp, discovering an old unmanned lookout post. After scouting the ruins and affirming that it was indeed abandoned, with layers of ancient dust and snow covering everything, they set up a camp. Since they were traveling in the mountains there was little grass, so they secured the horses in the old stable that stank of mildew and put the feed-bags on their faces. As the sun was not down they didn't set up a watch yet, but gathered what firewood was to be had from the ruins and prepared their tents for a cold night.

    Lionel had climbed up on what was left of the enclosing wall. The entire watch post looked like it was once surrounded by a protective wall, but the wall now had many breaches that could easily be defended, but offered multiple entrances to the yard where they set up camp. Lionel looked out from the wall, surveying the mountain range and the surrounding area.
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    There was a reason sentients gathered in cities, there was a comfort that came with being around other people, about having all the comfort of home at your fingertips. That was always the problem with tracking between cities, you were separated from the comforts that you started tacking for granted. It was nice to be able to shake the rust off her skills Aithlin allowed, but at the same time she missed a simple luxury like a bath soo much. The young elf plucked at her tunic, her face wrinkling into a grimace of annoyance for a moment as she paced up to join Lionel on the wall, staring out along at the surrounding landscape. Plucking her water skin from her side, lifting it to her lips as she perched on the edge of the wall, one leg dangling down, swinging against the stones, tapping against the worn stones as she leaned back against a crenel, blue eyes settling on the landscape, the hills and trees painted red by the setting sun as she held out the water skin to her companion. "You know, for everything we have to go through to get here, you really can't beat that view can you?"

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    Lionel glanced at the waterskin and the hand that held it. At first look he knew some about her already. Her hands were smooth and dainty and it was as if her callouses didn't belong there, not the hands of a commoner to be sure. A noble borne? Then what reason could she have of leaving the comforts of her lineage and position? He could only speculate on her reasons, but he knew his. Or he could be reading too much into it and be way off track, and it's probably not his business to pry though they are traveling together and may be forced to rely on each other in an emergency, so it is wise to know who you are trusting.

    He accepted the waterskin, though he knew it would do nothing for him, and took a small drink. He swallowed it and cleared his throat, turning back to the landscape before them and the sun as it touched the horizon and the colors turned to red. He considered himself and his people blessed to be able walk in the sun and enjoy its warmth, unlike the more recent generations.

    He spoke with a slight accent in elvish, to help put her at ease around him. Although he only spoke the formal dialect, so his words didn't necessarily reflect his character, "This view is indeed wonderous, a rare treat to witness as opposed to any city. The mountain air is clear with nothing to bring a haze to mar the sight."

    He capped the waterskin and handed it back to her.

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    The young elf glanced down at the waterskin, fingers tightening around the soft material of the container, listening to the water sloshing inside as she followed the man's gaze out to the horizon, "City's have their own charm," she pointed out softly, "the bustle of the people, the sheer life of the city, and energy there." The blonde leaned back against the wall, her eyes watching the horizon without really focusing on it. "I mean, I grew up in the forest, you couldn't wish for a more peaceful place, or beautiful I mean," sone pale hand came up, gesturing at the hills, "this is breathtaking, but you've not seen anything until you make it to the forests, see the dappled sun breathing through the canopy, the shadow's dancing in the wind." A note of nostalgia touched Aithlin's face, her smile turning soft. She might have been looking at the hills, but in her mind, she was back walking through the forest that was still home to her. "You know, I never thought it'd hit me this hard but," a small shrug lifted her shoulders, "sometimes I just miss home you know."

    A faint dusting of pink dusted her cheeks as she pulled open the waterskin, taking a sip herself before she twisted her head around, staring at her companion as she nodded her head in his direction. "How about you?"

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    Lionel looked at her fully now, His face didn't show much but his eyes told a story. His mind went back to his own home across the sea in another land, a home they were forced to leave and a people they had no choice but to abandon.

    He put his thoughts aside and gave her a sideways smile before returning his gaze to the horizon, but this time also to the sea to the south that he knew hid his homeland. He dropped his use of elvish.

    "I can sympathize, I miss my home too. A beautiful joining of magic, nature, and human ingenuity. But now that home is lost to me... Even worse than missing your home is when you are cursed by an inability to go back someday."

    He quirked his head to one side as if he suddenly had a thought. He looked at her again, taking in her strong elvish features. She was by far the most beautiful elf he had ever met and realized he hadn't asked her name out of the professional curtesy of travelers.
    He shifted slightly to face her better.

    "I apologize, I do not know your name. I am Lionel Armon."

    For a moment he entertained thoughts of winning her affection, as any man might have, but he put those thoughts aside as mere fantasy. He had too much responsibility to seek that kind of companion at this time. His sense of duty to his people. Though he bitterly considered that outside of his own kind, elves were one of the few races also effected by the curse or blessing of longevity. Throughout his long life he had seen and done so much. It would take a special woman who could understand his life and accept him for it.

    He had many questions about this elf but felt they could wait till trust was built between them. But his concerns still weighed heavily on him. When he and his people first arrived in this new land they felt the nature of magic change around them and they could not use it the way they used to, any attempt took too much effort or ended disastrously. This was a serious problem and he desperately wanted to find an answer to it, otherwise House Armon was severely crippled.
     
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