*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

Alfric watched as the masked man disappeared into the bustling crowd, his words catching in his throat. He glanced around him quickly to make sure no one had overheard their conversation, and then sulked back into the side room, closing the door quietly behind him. Rushing to the far end of the room he placed his shaking hands on the table blocking the doorway and pulled it roughly aside. Lifting his mask to wipe the sweat from his brow, he reached out and grabbed the handle.
 
Redd strode across the wide expanse of hall, being careful to avoid making eye contact with anyone. He couldn't risk any more encounters with curious people, such as the kid he had just rid himself of.

Fawn glanced nervously around the room. Edmund wasn't in sight, and no one else that she knew or recognized was near, so maybe now would be a good time to make herself scarce. She knew this castle well. There was a small sitting room off of the east passage that would likely be empty. Maybe she would slip out for a few minutes to collect her thoughts in quiet.
 
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The bronze felt pleasantly cool against Alfrics feverish skin as he turned the knob and pushed open the door. The hall on the other side was dark and narrow, the thick wooden floorboards creaking painfully beneath his feet. Sliding his hand under his mask, Alfric swept the leather cutout back off his face and let it fall to the floor with a muffled thud.
 
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Fawn crossed the Hall, going to an obscure door in the corner. From there she exited, going down a narrow passage and stopping by a different door, this one larger and more ornate. She paused, listening for anyone nearby, then she opened it slowly and poked her head in. "Hello? Anyone in here?" She called out, just in case. Hearing no reply except the slight echo of her own voice, she stepped into the same dimly lit room that Redd had been in previous.
 
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Alfric paused, his ears pricked. Nothing. Just my imagination. His breath was ragged and shallow as he delved deeper into the darkness of the hallway. Tracing his hand along the wall, he followed the dim, dirty orange glow seeping in through the small grimey window at the far end of the hall.
 
Fawn looked around the room, her eyes widening as she realized where she was. A smile spread slowly across her face as memories of this room came back. Pleasant memories, but old ones, that had been made many years ago. She ran her hand along the dust covered mantel, pausing when she saw a small painting.
 
(It's getting interesting now
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I gotta go though, so cya later peep.)

(That's why it's fun to not slap a whole history on forms at the beginning. Though, Shannon actually made Fawn. Anyway, C U Later. Go rest your weary grandma eyes)
 
Richard nodded in acknowledgment of her reply. "Sounds like a job many people would be begging for," he stated. "Advisor of the king seems about as high as one can among the royals," he scoffed.
Arabella sighed. "I suppose it is. Though, it's taken, so why would anybody try to get a job someone already has? Oh well, I have the job for now and if the king decides to randomly fire me then that's what'll happen." She told him.
 

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