*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

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( Alfric is sleeping in the guest quarters. Fawn was going to maybe talk to the owner of the castle about something, perhaps pertaining to Alfric and his obviously holey story.)
 
Bantambird said:
( Alfric is sleeping in the guest quarters. Fawn was going to maybe talk to the owner of the castle about something, perhaps pertaining to Alfric and his obviously holey story.)
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(Okay thanks. Let's see here...)


Edmund, holding a candle set in an iron holder to light the way, led the way up the stairs. He stopped by a heavy oak door at the end of a hallway and turned to Fawn.
"Here we are, Lady Fawn," he said with a nod towards the door. "A maid will be up shortly to refresh the fire, and if you wish for anything else, please tell her so. That's what she's here for," he chuckled.
Fawn smiled softly and voiced her thanks before entering the room. Edmund waited till the door was closed, then proceeded down the hall he had just come into. He had wanted to talk with Fawn more about James, but she was obviously tired from her excursion through the tunnels. Talk could wait till the morning. Besides, people would probably be wondering where he, as the host and owner, was.
 
Alfric rolled himself out of bed and steadied himself against the mantle. The maid had left a pair of leather boots for him beside the fire, and they were nice and warm when he pulled them onto his feet. He did not know where he was going next, but some strange feeling told him he could not stay here any longer, something wasn't right..
When he had finished getting ready, he headed for the door, pulling it open and stepping out into the cold, stone hallway. There was no sign of life. Perfect. He turned and began to run, leaving James behind, still asleep beside the fire.
 
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Fawn cleaned up with the basin of water a maid had left. She then changed into a clean gown from her trunk, which had been brought up upon her arrival that afternoon. She had told Edmund that she would likely just stay in the room, retiring early from the ball, but now that she was clean and changed, sleep didn't sound so inviting. Far from it, adventure beckoned. The time spent beneath the castle left her curious to know what was down there. And then there was the matter of Alfric, pretending to be a guard called James. She wanted more information out of him, but that would probably be harder than it seemed. A maid had taken him to a room in the opposite wing of the castle, where servants and guards resided, and she couldn't even be sure he'd be there.
 
Alfric hurried down the narrow corridor, diving into an even smaller, darker one, when he heard footsteps approaching. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, but why? Who would care that he was here, anyway? He was here on the Princes authority. Yet still, he did not move. Pressing himself flat against the wall and holding his breath as the footsteps passed him by. He exhaled, waited a few more moments, then emerged from the shadows and continued on. He had come from the kitchens, so this corridor must lead to the hall.
 

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