The Face of Kings

Sted Cair Town Square

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Oren strolls through the square, apparently unhurried, simply observing the comings and goings of the town.

Wintermoor makes his way into town coming from the inn, his hooves making noise against the stones as he walks.

Oren glances about, as if trying to determine which direction he wants to explore.

Wintermoor pauses when he catches sight of the son of Adam amongst the Narnians, observing him for a short time before drawing closer.

Oren makes up his mind and begins to walk toward the Explorer’s Shop.

Wintermoor’s path leads him to cross paths with the Son of Adam, who he inclines his head to.

Oren pulls up short, his path impeded by the centaur. “Good day,” he says.

Wintermoor takes in the son of Adam’s appearance, “Good day, Milord.”

Oren looks down at his clothes, apparently trying to decide whether he has dressed too finely and this has given his rank away. He shrugs. “It seems you know me, but I fear I don’t know your name, good centaur.

 

A dwarf (Niffum) comes walking through the square, but upon seeing the Son
of Adam gives him a wide berth, heading toward the beach instead.

Wintermoor says, ” Wintermoor of the Council Ring. I do not know your name Milord, but there is a familiarity to you.””

Oren asks, “Oren, sir. Familiarity?”

Wintermoor nods, “Yes. You remind me of someone I have not seen in many years.”

Oren asks, “Oh? And who might that be?”

Wintermoor considers this question seriously, “There is something about you, I know not what but that I am put in mind of the the last kings of Narnia.”

Oren’s eyes widen.

Crenna pads quietly on the edge of the square. She seems a bit uneasy, her muzzle sniffing all the scents and her ears constant shifting around. Upon seeing Wintermoor and the man engaged in conversation, she pauses.

Wintermoor considers the son of Adam before him, “Perhaps a certain family resemblance. But they are all gone now, like the snow of winter.”

Oren says, “I…look like them, truly? I have a portrait of my great-grandfather, but I didn’t think a stranger would see it…” He trails off, having said more than perhaps he meant.

Crenna pads closer to the group, dipping her head respectfully to first the Centuar then to the Noble. “Good day, Wintermoor, Sir.” She says quietly.

Oren swallows and turns toward the Wolf. “Madam.”

Wintermoor nods, very solemnly to the son of Adam. “Not to a stranger perhaps. But I served have served the monarchs of Narnia for years, and my father before me.” He turns at the sound of another voice to greet the wolf. “Good Day, Ma’am.”

Oren looks amazed. “Then you are more venerable than you look, my good Wintermoor.”

Crenna smiles a bit in agreement with the Son of Adam’s assessment of Wintermoor.

Wintermoor says, “Thank you, Milord.” He looks somewhat troubled despite the complement.

Oren looks like he wants to ask more, but restrains himself, glancing back toward Cair Paravel.

Crenna looks between the two and frowns, “Sorry, I do not mean to interrupt. I can leave if you wish.”

Oren looks down at the Wolf. “What? No, madam. Only I do believe I ought to return. It’s nearly time for luncheon.”

Crenna dips her head, “Oh of course.” She ohs, “Where are my manners…Forgive me, I am Crenna, Healer of Winterden.”

Oren gives a polite nod. “Duke Oren of Lapidos in Terebinthia.”

Wintermoor says, “I was informed that there was a duke present, but I did not look to find in him the face of his majesty.” He bows, “I will not keep you, milord.””

Crenna says, “It is good to meet you, Duke sir.” She gives another respectful dip of her head.

Oren rubs the back of his head. “My…forebears hailed from Narnia. Perhaps we may speak of it later.”

Wintermoor nods, “As you wish, Milord.”

Crenna looks up at the sky, “I must all depart. It was pleasure to meet you, sir.” She dips her head again before departing.

Oren nods his respect to the centaur, his gaze lingering a moment, and then sets off in the direction of the castle.

Of Stories and Stones

The Lion’s Fold Inn

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Oren enters the inn and glances about with interest. He then approaches Cheepiteek, who listens to his request before hurrying off to find one of his guests.

Wintermoor returns shortly thereafter, the mouse innkeeper scampering ahead. He notes the Duke waiting for him in the Anteroom. “Good day, My Lord.” He greets, bowing.

Oren returns the bow, placing his hand over his heart. “Wintermoor, thank you for seeing me. Is there someplace private we might talk?” Read more

Unsettled

Library

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Peridan clarifies, “I consider myself a Narnian, not an Archenlander. Yes, I am from Archenland, my family is from Archenland, and I will ride to Archenland if she is ever in danger but my heart is with Narnia.”

Lanisen says, “I see.”

Oren enters the library, and glances between the two men. “I beg your pardon. I was told that I could find Lord Peridan here.” Read more

Not a Foolish Man

Library

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Avery is sitting at a table in the middle of the library. Her head is bent over a book and she holds a charcoal pencil just above the page.

Oren pauses in the doorway to observe that the room is empty but for Avery. He then enters and coughs lightly.

Avery lifts her head. A nervous look claims her features for a moment, but it passes. She closes the book and stands. “Your Grace.”

She curtsies, bowing her head.

Oren bows. “I owe you an apology.” Read more

Melancholy

The Beach near Sted Cair

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Lanisen has left his shoes behind somewhere unknown, and he has his pants rolled up halfway to the knee. He’s making his way, rather casually, toward the part of the beach that adjoins the Terebinthian camp, leaving waterlogged footprints behind him along the waterline.

Oren walks toward the camp as well, from the direction of his ship. He doesn’t immediately notice Lanisen.

Lanisen continues on, oblivious for the moment to the man behind him.

Oren stops, still some distance from the camp, and finds some rocks to sit on.

He removes something from a pouch at his hip and lifts it to his lips, releasing a sweet, melancholy tune into the darkening sky. Read more

An Unexpected Proposal

North Garden
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Oren sits on a bench in the garden, perusing a letter.

Avery comes from the hall into the garden, her pace slow. Her eyes are focused
on a bracelet on her wrist as she positions it properly. She does not notice
Oren right away.

Oren glances up at the sound of slippered feet, then rises. “Good day, Lady
Avery.”

Avery says, “Oh, Your Grace.” She lowers in a curtsy. “I did not see you.”
Oren bows in return. “Enjoying the garden?”

Avery says, “Yes. I’ve come for some fresh air. I’ve been busy with writing home
and thought a walk would be nice.”

Oren asks, “Was it so stuffy in the castle?” Read more

The Face of Kings

Sted Cair Town Square

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Oren strolls through the square, apparently unhurried, simply observing the comings and goings of the town.

Wintermoor makes his way into town coming from the inn, his hooves making noise against the stones as he walks.

Oren glances about, as if trying to determine which direction he wants to explore.

Wintermoor pauses when he catches sight of the son of Adam amongst the Narnians, observing him for a short time before drawing closer. Read more

A Seaside Altercation

Beach North of Sted Cair
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You can go: Follow the Beach <NE>, Cair Paravel <S>
Contents: Deonyc; Aliyah; Avery; and Niffum.

Niffum nods. “Well met, Deonyc.”

Avery sits on the sand, her feet just within the reach of the waves and her
shoes nowhere to be found. The wind has tossed her usually tidy hair about.

Oren strolls down the beach, another man trailing him at a distance. Oren
appears to be enjoying the ocean and in no particular hurry, but his walk
eventually brings him nearer the group. Read more

Tea with Lady Avery

Kitchen Garden

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Avery is sitting at a small table just beside the apple tree. There is an empty chair across from her and a steaming cup of tea in front of her. Her eyes are focused on a letter in her hands, which she reads with an amused expression.

Deonyc is standing not far behind Avery and when he sees her read the letter he almost instinctively puts a hand too a pocket, he looks around at the garden after a short while.

Oren enters the garden, strolling along the path.

Avery shakes her head and folds the letter up, setting it aside. She picks up her teacup and turns her attention to the garden, catching sight of Oren. “Oh!” Read more

On the Castle Steps

The Beach Near Sted Cair

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Oren sits low on the steps behind Cair Paravel, which lead down to the sea. He gazes eastward. Beyond him, beside the Splendour Hyaline, sits a lesser vessel with a smaller carven bird in blue and orange on its prow.

Lanisen makes his way down to the beach a little after suppertime. He glances out at the shore frequently, watching the killdeer and seagulls run along the waterline, and so misses the other man’s presence until he nearly trips over him. He stops short several steps up, slightly guarded.

Oren turns in surprise from his reverie. “Sorry, didn’t think I was in the way here.” He checks himself self-consciously. “Lanisen, isn’t it?” Read more