It Begins With A Map... (Medieval RP)

Unwin knelt by the road, touching the two sets of hoof prints lightly with a finger, "They most have past here a day or so ago." He said with a sigh to his own horse, an athletic dappled gray Andalusian, as he stood. He was a handsome man of twenty-seven, with golden-brown hair, storm gray eyes and an angular face, but the scowl that was almost always present on it detracted greatly.

He mounted up again, That Christof and Jem, I can't believe I fell off their trail... Well, I hope this is it... he thought as he set off, a gentle ran started to fall, "Looks like a storm is on its way, let's get going before the tracks are washed away." Unwin said to the steed as he urged it to a canter.
 
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(They are on two horses ;) )

Christof and Jem planned to return quickly to the inn, taking nothing from the old man's house with them. On the windy road between the two places they caught up with Oswin, his two sons, and the wagon carrying the bookcase. Out of habit, Jem's eyes scrolled eagerly along the titles as they rode past. An avid reader, she soon spotted one that she had enjoyed.

"Sir," her impulsiveness overrode her brother's warning to stay out of trouble. "That is an excellent book, such a splendid read. I highly recommend it." With her finger she pointed to the one she was referring to, a larger volume entitled: Moon Awakening. It was a romantic love story, hardly something either of the men would be interested in. "Do you plan on reading all of these?"
 
"I have," Thea said, looking over the wagon and the men as she let her horse continue walking along the side of the road. Something about the trio made her slightly uneasy, but she trusted in the warhorse to take her to safety if that unease proved warranted.

"I see you found some of his books," Oswin said, then gestured to the bookcase in the wagon. "I am most interested in keeping all of Calhoun's collection in tact. But I am naught but fair! Would you sell them to me?"

"They are intended as gifts for my father, sir," she answered, reluctant to give up the tomes.

Before Oswin could press the issue further, Christof and Jem caught up with the wagon. Kenrick and Peyton eyed the siblings curiously, wondering who they could be. Old Calhoun's death sure seemed to attract quite a few newcomers to the town and Kenrick couldn't help but wonder why.

Oswin looked at the tome the girl pointed at, suspicion flashing in his eyes at the girl's interest in what he planned to do with the books. "Some of them, my dear. Calhoun was a friend of mine and I wish to keep his collection safe and in tact."

"Who are you two?" Peyton asked, eyes lingering on Jem a little longer than was polite.
 
Glenn's words were kind, but Fleta was not licensing, she looked up quickly when the woman broke the vase, the sound of it crashing caught her attention. She watched as the man and woman left, then a young woman entered, Odd, is she looking for books? Why dose everyone want the books? she thought as the girl left.

Fleta then turned to Glenn, "I maybe, able to get the journal... Kenrick, I can ask him if I can look for it, we are not going to find out what that map means without it..." She said dejectedly, knowing that Kenrick would expect a lot more then a 'please' to look for the book.


"I don't like 'im", Glenn said, as if that fact wasn't already obvious. "Don't trust 'im, either." He may have been a little slow up the uptake sometimes, but it didn't take a genius to know that Kenrick's intentions in life were anything but pure. "Want me to go with you?"
 
"Well..." Fleta said uncomfortably, "If you want too, Kenrick won't be happy to see you again though... He's just..." She trailed off. She hated Kenrick, so much, but someone in her position could not afford that luxury in life, and she had few options left to keep her family alive, they were already running out of food, and there was no money left, at all.
 
"I have," Thea said, looking over the wagon and the men as she let her horse continue walking along the side of the road. Something about the trio made her slightly uneasy, but she trusted in the warhorse to take her to safety if that unease proved warranted.

"I see you found some of his books," Oswin said, then gestured to the bookcase in the wagon. "I am most interested in keeping all of Calhoun's collection in tact. But I am naught but fair! Would you sell them to me?"

"They are intended as gifts for my father, sir," she answered, reluctant to give up the tomes.

Before Oswin could press the issue further, Christof and Jem caught up with the wagon. Kenrick and Peyton eyed the siblings curiously, wondering who they could be. Old Calhoun's death sure seemed to attract quite a few newcomers to the town and Kenrick couldn't help but wonder why.

Oswin looked at the tome the girl pointed at, suspicion flashing in his eyes at the girl's interest in what he planned to do with the books. "Some of them, my dear. Calhoun was a friend of mine and I wish to keep his collection safe and in tact."

"Who are you two?" Peyton asked, eyes lingering on Jem a little longer than was polite.

"Mmm," Jem mumbled, her eyes still focused on the books. She didn't seem to notice Peyton's obtrusive stare, but the act was not lost on Christof and he scowled darkly.

"My name is Owen, and this is my cousin Sarah." He lied, praying that Jem wasn't so distracted that she'd give them away entirely before they reached the inn. After so many weeks of lying to almost everyone they met, he sounded pretty believable. "We heard of the man's death and were curious to see his collection as well. "She loves to read, as you can see. Obviously you got to it first though, we'll be on our way, sorry to bother you." He reached for Jem's arm and murmured something quietly in her ear.

Looking longingly at the book, Jem reluctantly let herself be led away by Christof. She missed reading, their parent's elegant library seemed so far away.
 
Unwin slowed his steed to a lope as a town came into view, it was of a good size, but still unassuming. He pulled his gray wool cloak tightly around him, it was warm even though it was soaked. The rain was relentless, and there were few people on the streets as he entered the town, Unwin neared one of the villagers and asked, "Pardon me, but where would I find lodging for the night?"
The man answered in a gruff voice, "The Inn, just a ways down this road." He gestured in the general direction.
"Thank you, sir." Unwin said before setting off towards the Inn.
 

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