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Post by Lord Ainvar Hrothgarsson on Feb 15, 2014 14:32:23 GMT
After a quick visit to the blacksmith, Ainvar made his way across the bridge, and through the walls to the keep. nodding at the guards as he passed. climbing various flights of stairs he reached his private chambers, entering his office. There, he removed his cloak and sword, hanging them on their respective pegs, and began stirring the fire in his hearth back to life. Sitting at his giant oak desk, Ainvar starts thumbing through various.documents, accounts, and reports until Santoro arrived.
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Post by santoro on Feb 15, 2014 21:37:14 GMT
Entering Sheriff Ainvar's office, Santoro sat himself apon the heavy oak chair in front of the hearth and helped himself to a mug of mead from the tavern. "I see the boy brought the bottle! I was really hoping it would be here". Santoro smiled at his long time freind in his hand and looked towards the sheriff still busy with his papers. "Now onto my news. There has been boar sightings along the outskirts of town. Its strange though. When I asked the farmers what they had seen, they talked of strange lights and drum beats coming from the woods. Now I'm no idiot, but I feel this needs to be taken care of soon. With your permission I would like to begin preperations for a morning hunt. I feel though that there is something else happening in the forest".
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Post by Lord Ainvar Hrothgarsson on Feb 15, 2014 21:52:02 GMT
Placing the sheets of parchment onto the desk, Ainvar looks up at Santoro, 'Sequani warbands I would expect. Perhaps tomorrow's boar hunt in celebration of our Coronation can be utilized to begin investigations on this disturbance'.
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Post by santoro on Feb 15, 2014 22:13:37 GMT
"I will begin preperations for the hunt. A hunt! We haven't had a good boar hunt in ages. Should we leave at sunrise Sheriff? Or would you like to wait for the festivities to begin and hunt midday?" Santoro grinned at his commander. "Mayhaps we get a war out of a hunt!"
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Post by Lord Ainvar Hrothgarsson on Feb 15, 2014 23:51:42 GMT
'War? one should not use such words so lightly, we aren't sure of what this disturbance may be. To be certain before make such dire conclusions would be wise. The hunt shall be in the morning, hopefully the party will return to the city before the feast is in full swing. Be sure to sharpen your steel. Whether it be boar, or otherwise, blood will be shed on the morrow.'
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Post by santoro on Feb 16, 2014 11:02:54 GMT
Standing to attention, Santoro nodded to his superior. "I will gather the men at once Sir. Get some rest Ainvar. You look weary my friend. Enjoy the bottle! Or whats left of it" he said as he swished the bottle around. He slowly turned towards the door as he took his leave. As he reached for the door, he stopped. Looking out into the distance he said "I pray to the All Father every day that war may not touch our lands. Mayhaps I pissed him off. Guess we'll find out tomorrow." After closing the door behind him, Santoro stood in the hallway and looked up towards the sky. Heaving a great sigh he turned to exit and whispered under his breathe "Shoulda taken the dang bottle."
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