Alanna of Trebond (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
the_lioness) wrote2004-10-04 02:00 pm
the_lioness) wrote2004-10-04 02:00 pm
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*Alanna exits the staff quarters and scans the immediate vicinity rather sheepishly. She walks around the bar and plops onto an empty stool with a weary sigh, starting as a letter addressed to her appears beside her hand. She looks increasingly concerned as she reads. Finishing the note, she glances down at the bar.*
Bar, I need a scroll. Er, unless you have some of this flat paper. Also, a writing utensil, please. *pen and paper appear* Thank you. *She bites her lower lip and begins to write a reply.*
Sir Bigby,
Thom and I did, in fact, switch places last night. I assure you that the switch was temporary and I apologize for the subterfuge. The ever charming and exceptionally poisonous Duke Roger of Conte is up to no good, and I am positive that he means to involve my brother in his plans. As Roger is more apt to speak plainly in front of Thom, I thought I could learn something useful by pretending to be my brother for an evening. Unfortunately, Roger is far too clever and soon discovered the truth of my identity. He revealed nothing.
In regards to this Faust fellow, thank you for the warning and I shall certainly be on the lookout for him. He sounds distinctly unpleasant. I'm not sure how much help my Gift will be to Tim, but I will speak with him about the holding cell at the first available opportunity. In the meantime, I will research a few holding spells in my brother's sorcery books. Please let me know if there is anything else I can do to help.
-Sir Alanna of Trebond
*Alanna raises her head and stares into the empty space before her. After a moment, she leans down and adds a post script.*
P.S. Should you cross paths with Roger, please remember that he is not all that he appears. I have warned him repeatedly not to cause trouble, but I have very little faith that he will heed my advice.
*Alanna folds the note, writes "Sir Bigby" below the crease and places it on the bar.* Bar, please pass this along to Bigby. Thank you. Could I have a large cup of coffee? *coffee appears. Alanna wraps her palms around the hot mug and heads back to the staff quarters, intent on spending the evening learning some new spells.*
Bar, I need a scroll. Er, unless you have some of this flat paper. Also, a writing utensil, please. *pen and paper appear* Thank you. *She bites her lower lip and begins to write a reply.*
Sir Bigby,
Thom and I did, in fact, switch places last night. I assure you that the switch was temporary and I apologize for the subterfuge. The ever charming and exceptionally poisonous Duke Roger of Conte is up to no good, and I am positive that he means to involve my brother in his plans. As Roger is more apt to speak plainly in front of Thom, I thought I could learn something useful by pretending to be my brother for an evening. Unfortunately, Roger is far too clever and soon discovered the truth of my identity. He revealed nothing.
In regards to this Faust fellow, thank you for the warning and I shall certainly be on the lookout for him. He sounds distinctly unpleasant. I'm not sure how much help my Gift will be to Tim, but I will speak with him about the holding cell at the first available opportunity. In the meantime, I will research a few holding spells in my brother's sorcery books. Please let me know if there is anything else I can do to help.
-Sir Alanna of Trebond
*Alanna raises her head and stares into the empty space before her. After a moment, she leans down and adds a post script.*
P.S. Should you cross paths with Roger, please remember that he is not all that he appears. I have warned him repeatedly not to cause trouble, but I have very little faith that he will heed my advice.
*Alanna folds the note, writes "Sir Bigby" below the crease and places it on the bar.* Bar, please pass this along to Bigby. Thank you. Could I have a large cup of coffee? *coffee appears. Alanna wraps her palms around the hot mug and heads back to the staff quarters, intent on spending the evening learning some new spells.*