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The Comfort of Swords

(realtime 1:05 pm August 30th 2004)

Keygan walked softly through the streets of Grandee in the rain. It was strange to be in civilized parts again. The rainy weather had brought early darkness. She watched the lamplighter make his rounds to the gaslights. Constables moved along the streets in pairs making routine patrol. Many street vendors had already been driven home, due to the inclement weather, the few left were packing up now. Thus far she had only seen one green coated warden spinning spells to watch for magic users up to mischief within the city. He was not a warden who knew her, thankfully. Hastily, Keygan made her way to an inn she knew.

Though, Keygan knew this inn, she did not recognize any of the staff on this blustery night. She paid for a room and sat at the bar to order a meal.. A green coated man sat next to her as her plate was brought out to her. She looked at him as he spoke to her. "You're a long way from home aren't you?" He asked her softly. She knew him, and meeting him so soon did not bode well at all. "Quintinius." She said softly. He smiled, then turned to order food and drink. "We can talk after you've eaten Keygan, in private." He told her in his absolute way. She nodded at the warden and ate her roast mutton in silence.

When they'd finished eating Quintinius Pillar walked down the hall with Keygan and into her room with her once she unlocked it."You certainly found out I was here quick enough. " She blurted at him as she closed the door.

"Theodric told me." Quint supplied.

"Theodric, why would he talk to you?" Keygan asked.

"He's a peddler, Keygan, people always accuse them of things without valid grounds to. You should know that. H e says you traveled with him for two years. Is that true?" The warden wanted to know.

She nodded, " Though I brought him nothing but sorrow, I did." She confessed.

"He told me he found you outside Pegra-Ba right after it was sacked and burned. You wouldn't know anything about that though, would you Keygan?" Quint's tone was caustic here.

She spoke as she sat on the bed," Pegra-Ba, did he mention I was unconscious when he found me? Perhaps, he mentioned I was on a heap of dead GrimHounds nearly dead myself? " she asked defensively.

Quintinius nodded, "You may have fooled Theodric Jones, but I know who's side you're on Keygan." Quint nearly spat.

Keygan shook her head, " No you only think you do." She said rising to walk to the door and open it. "I've had enough of our little visit. Come back with a warrant. " She told him.

He pushed the door closed and ignored her. "Theodric was stabbed. He wanted you to look after his wagon while he stays at the infirmary." Quint told her.

"Then why not send a constable to tell me?" She demanded. Quintinius shrugged

"Because I'm still trying to figure you out." He snapped darkly.

(realtime 7:37 pm September 3rd 2004)

" Really, and here I had the impression you had already closed the book on me, High Warden." She said in a testy tone.

Quint looked inquisitive at the remark, "How's that?" He wanted to know.

" Do you deny that you just said you know who's side I'm on." She asked vehemently, anger in her eyes.

" No," He said. " that doesn't mean I can't want to understand you. You betrayed Duke Claractimus to join your dark confederates without hesitation. I want to understand that. Claractimus Gryphon was a good man. More than good to you from what I've gleaned. I understand you had the nerve to attend his funeral a year ago." Quint said.

" I've betrayed a lot of men and a lot of causes but not for the reasons you think. As for Claractimus, I never betrayed him. I'd give my word on that but I know it means nothing to you." She said fiercely.

" Lady Gryphon was appalled you showed up. You must know how out of line it was for you to be there. Yet you had to throw it in her face one more time didn't you?" Quintinius said with righteous anger.

"You wouldn't even begin to understand if I tried to tell you." She all but yelled. She walked to the door again. "I meant the part about coming back with a warrant."

Quintinius reached into his coat and produced a document. He handed it to Keygan.

She read it, glowering the whole time.

"Do you understand that? Should I fetch a barrister to explain it?" He asked in a smugly mocking voice.

Keygan nodded. " It says it is a warrant to bring me before court on charges as an adulteress." She said very softly.

" I'd much rather prove you a dark confederate of coarse. Theodric swears you are not though. Normally he is a man of stout judgment, but then so was Claractimus once. What is it you do to inspire such loyalty from good God fearing men? I'd like to know." Quintinius said drumming his fingers on his chin.

"I think I resent that implication High Warden." She answered.

Quint snorted and seated himself in the chair by the fire place. He sat for nearly two candlemarks in thought.

" I can make things go very badly here for you in the city. You must know that. I can also ignore you. No one else even knows who you are. You seem to think I have judged you harshly and in haste. If I do not know the whole story then tell it to me and let me judge for myself. I have a lot of lonely hours to look forward to between now and dawn, which I could just as easily spend hearing you out." He finally said quietly before rising from the chair.

He bent to light the fire.

"Now you ask. Why?" She demanded full of emotion.

"Contrary to what is said about me, and my order I do have a conscience. If you prefer though I could use the warrant and turn you over to the Wardens of the Seal. I'm sure they'd be glad to torture your confession from you. At this point, Keygan Stormingbyrne, you have nothing to lose by speaking with me." He said before rising from the lit fire.

She took off her jacket then accepting that he would not be leaving soon. She pulled a small silver coin from her belt purse. "This will be thirsty work, Let me get some wine at least." She said moving past him.

How do I know you won't run?

"You'll just have to trust me. They do say confession is good for the soul. My soul is heavily burdened right now." She answered him before closing the door and heading down the hallway.

He decided he would give her five minutes. If she bolted he would merely order the gates to the city barred till he found her again. While she was gone he took the time to go through her packs. She returned about halfway through this process with the wine. "Did you find anything damnably incriminating that links me to the dark confederates?" she asked him bitterly.

"There is a lot of money here, but no I did not." He sounded almost relieved he hadn't to Keygan and so she let the matter drop and poured them both a glass of wine.

Confession time

(realtime 10:56 am September 4th 2004)

Quintinius studied Keygan as she composed herself over the glass of wine. She had not changed much in the eleven years that had lapsed since he'd seen her last. Time had done little to erode her youth. On this night she did seem visibly weary. Dark rings lined her eyes. Her skin was still smooth and youthful. Her hair had darkened in some places, rather than being all amber as it had been in her younger days now, it was laced with brown and auburn. She poured herself another glass of wine steadily watching Quintinius over the lip of her glass with her dark blue eyes. She sat down on the edge of the bed once more.

Quintinius sat in the chair by the fire and waited.

After the second glass of wine she cleared her throat and began with her narrative.

First you should know that I was never Claractimus's mistress. I won't say I didn't love him, but our intimacy was a ruse. I don't know if you were aware of Duke Gryphon's affiliation with the Ministry of Intelligence?

Quint interjected with a nod.

Were you aware he did work for them?

"Not until recently." Quintinius supplied. " I'm still not privy to all the details."

He trained and recruited intelligence operatives. I was one of them. I'm not sure what brought me to his attention but something did. I was so relieved when I was sent to go work on his estate. It got me away from Lord Caughtrey's house and my father. I went with out hesitation when I was told I'd been given a position on the housekeeping staff. In the beginning I had no idea what lay in store for me. I knew only that for the first time in my wretched existence I knew some measure of peace and accomplishment. I worked there for about two months before the first time I met and spoke with Claractimus. I was responsible for all the flower arrangements in the house and the seasonal decorations. It was not exciting work, but it was not hard and I did not have to answer for much. I worked alone and dealt with the other house holders only in such day to day matters as meal time, community laundry, and bathing schedules.

One day I had just finished putting out the autumn decorations in the Great Hall and I was summoned to the Duke's chambers. At first I thought I had done something wrong. Once I got there, the Duke himself told me I was to be taught to read and learn numbers. I was elated. I knew many of the other house holders knew these things and felt that this was a reward for my good work. As soon as my lessons began I threw myself into them.

For the next year I worked diligently in all aspects of my life, my studies, my work, and even my faith. Finally I believed there was a God and that he had a purpose for me. No longer was my life full of strife and drunken beatings and rantings. The prayers of my past had all been answered and I knew great peace and fulfillment. Claractimus took an interest in me. Now I know why. At the time I thought he was the most considerate and compassionate master I'd ever heard of. I was utterly grateful , fiercely loyal , and I will admit he was my first crush in life.

One night While I was pulling down my laundry from the line , he came to me. It was at that point he recruited me. A few days later my training began. Initially my Training had nothing to do with Claractimus. Still he visited me often and spoke with me at length about things that troubled him. At first I was flattered he confided in me. Then it grew into more. Though I swear to you, I knew it could never be. So did he, for the feeling was mutual he confessed. Finally he began to come to me to groom me for my assignment. The information he needed to give me was very detailed and required more time than he would normally have cause to spend with one of my station. So we developed the ruse of our affair. Nothing more ever passed between us than the carefully arranged scenes of stolen kisses and alcove groping that would be needed to be convincing. A few servants saw it and it was all that was needed to stir the rumors and set tongues to wagging. The pretense was perfect, and it would enable me to leave his household under the circumstances that would lead to my recruitment by agents of the dark confederacy. I was dismissed on dishonorable terms, an outcast, and a woman of questionable morals. I was recruited within a week of my dismissal.

Quintinius stood to get more wine. " You were a spy!" he said the full ramifications of her narrative settling in. She nodded and held her glass aloft for him to refill. It was growing later. The wind howled mercilessly outside as more rain buffeted the roof of the inn.

I was an infiltrator yes. My cover was broken when I leaked information about the planned attack on Dovis-Ba. I did not learn of what was planned for Pegra-Ba until it was much too late. I fled only to arrive there too late. As you can gather from the state Theodric found me in I'm sure. He took me to Pellos to be healed. Incidentally, there I was debriefed as well and dismissed. It seems I'm now too notorious and recognizable to continue any sort of work for the Ministry. So now here I am.

"Why are you in the city Keygan?" Quint asked her softly as the light from the blaze dimmed and shadows deepened about the room.

I can only tell you that if you promise not to interfere.

"How can I promise that without knowing what you're about?" he demanded quietly, setting his empty glass on the mantle.

Have you heard of a merchant called Orimbe?

Quint nodded. "He has no real past I can learn of. He recently became a major player in the trade consortiums though, and no one is sure where his money comes from. He is in the city for some sort of business deal with Duchess Kalzhar. I've been having him followed, I don't like not knowing about the people in my city." He told Keygan.

He is an agent of the dark confederacy. The last of nine who's identies are known to me. The other eight are dead by my hand. I intend that soon Orimbe will be as well. Before you ask, I have no proof to give, only my word.

"I will not interfere if you let me prove it." Quintinius said.

She shook her head, " There isn't time, If you must have proof let the Wardens of the Seal coerce it from him." She said.

Quintinius frowned at that suggestion. "When will you do this then? At least let me accompany you." He said finally.

She nodded her consent, "Tomorrow night, at the capital gardens, he'll go to report then, and perhaps I shall get his point of contact as well." She said.

Quint nodded as he took all this in. " I should go." He said making for the door.

She nodded, "Meet me here tomorrow afternoon then so I can fill you in on my plan and we can coordinate. If you delay I will go without you. "

He made an affirmative grumble." I will come at noon. We can have lunch and settle on what should be done with Theodric's wagon."

Keygan let him out and bolted the door behind him. She finished the bottle of wine before sleeping. Her dreams were filled with Claractimus Gryphon only he spoke with the voice of, High Warden of the Rose, Quintinius Pillar.

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(realtime 8:32 pm September 5th 2004)

Quintinius walked back to the perceptory through the rainy streets. The hour was late , in a few hours the sun would be up. The foot patrols he passed saluted him. His thoughts swirled through his mind at a reckless pace. Keygan Stormingbyrne was foremost in his thoughts. He couldn't wait to meet her tomorrow. He couldn't figure out why he was so eager. He suspected she was addling his wits. More disturbing, was the realization he'd whistled almost all the way back to the perceptory.. I'm not some base foot-soldier just come from a brothel. He stirred himself from his reveries and entered the perceptory. A few hours sleep would set him right.

Quintinius rose at his accustomed hour to bathe and dress. He was meticulous this morning, as he was every morning while he shaved his face and scalp. Once he finished shaving, he dried his face and toweled his scalp, which he then oiled and polished. He then dressed with the brisk efficiency a soldier comes to posses after many years of service. He gave his boots a quick buff before pulling them on. He examined his image in the full length mirror, his keen green eyes were bloodshot, beneath his dark expressive eyebrows. He turned from the mirror, and left his quarters for breakfast and to receive reports.

He went to the officers mess, it was filled with a cloud of smoke and the smell of burned eggs. His executive officer was growling at the cook. Quintinius quietly slipped over to the enlisted man's mess, they were only being served porridge and coffee on this day but it was not burned and no smoke filled their dining area. He graciously excepted a cup of coffee and a bowl of porridge. Lucius Kelar walked over and sat down with him setting down his own bowl of porridge and a tall glass of water.

"Morning High Warden." Lucius said as he sat. Lucius was the senior enlisted man at the perceptory. He had served the Wardens of the Rose since his youth. Fifteen years ago he trained a young recruit, Quintinius, at arms. He was a comforting and familiar presence. He made his report as they ate, filling Quintinius in on the morning's mundane details, weather, traffic, festivals of note, officials scheduled to visit, and any pending events, etc. Quintinius listened over his porridge, mildly distracted by thoughts of finding a new cook for the officer's mess, and thoughts of Keygan Stormingbyrne. If Lucius noticed, he said nothing to his commander to indicate it.

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(realtime 2:31 pm September 7th 2004)

Quintinius quickly settled into his daily routine. He received his reports, reviewed his men, inspected the perceptory, saw his visitors and petitioners and he did some follow up investigation on the matter of a magical robbery. By the time he'd done all these things it was time to meet Keygan for lunch and determine what was to go on with Theodric's wagon while he convalesced. Quintinius had to take a carriage to make it there on time.

Quint rushed into the inn, to find Keygan already sitting, with a bowl of some type of stew and a basket of flaky cheese pastries. She greeted him as he approached. The serving girl brought over two glasses of mulled wine. Today was not so cold and rainy as yesterday, but it was still damp and windy. The mulled wine was welcome as Quint sat down. They discussed Theodric's wagon. Keygan was quite sure her friend intended her to set it up and keep it opened to peddle his wares for him. She had too many other matters to deal with right now. She gave Quintinius a large sum of money to keep it and Theodric's two chestnut horses at the perceptory livery. Quintinius agreed and they decided on a time and place to meet later that evening regarding the other business.

Quint ordered some roast duck and potatoes along with another basket of the flaky cheese pastries. Once the discussion was done they both spent what remained of the meal in silence. Only the occasional glances at each other. Quintinius appeared a bit flushed, instead of seeming his usual composed self. Keygan chose not to comment, dismissing it, in light of the winds. Once the meal was concluded Quintinius paid the bill and excused himself.

The need for stealth

(realtime 6:07 pm September 11th 2004)

Much to his dismay, Quintinius was running late. His worst fears were confirmed when he arrived at the rendezvous point, to find that true to her word, Keygan did not wait for him. Now he only hoped he could catch up to her.

Quint was beginning to feel his luck had changed when he managed to make his way to the place where Keygan planned to intercept Orimbe's meeting. He was covertly watching the abandoned warehouse they were inside. He decided to remain where he was for his observations. He didn't want to upset Keygan's plans. His need for stealth was great, he urgently felt he must get closer in order to hear their conversation. He had managed to inch forward to where he could almost read Orimbe's lips. Then he knew blackness.

Keygan made her way out into the alley once her deed was done, and sped back to her room at the inn. She wondered why Quintinius hadn't shown up.
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Quint lay in the darkness someone's snores carried to his ears as he lay there on what felt to be a cold metal shelf. He felt something under his head. He reached with his hand to feel it. It felt like a wool blanket. He picked it up to discover a pillow beneath it . He laid his head back down and furled the blanket over himself. His head throbbed. Somewhere he could hear water dripping in the distance. He let his eyes slowly adjust to the almost complete blackness. "Where am I?" he asked the darkness ever so softly.

A voice from a few feet away answered. " Why High Warden, you're in jail." the voice said with a trace of amusement.

"I was afraid of that." Quint said. "Don't suppose you know why?" he went on to ask.

There was a chuckle at this "Sure brought you in a few hours ago saying you murdered a merchant." came the reply.

Quintinius rolled over with a groan. It was clear to him someone had wonked him on the head pretty hard. He hoped he wasn't going to find out that Keygan had a hand in it.

Lucius

(real date 10-8-04)

Keygan paced. Her temper was beginning to smolder. Why was it no one here would give her any sort of straight forward answer. If the High Warden was not here, where was he? Why was it he had not met her as planned last night? She was about to storm down to the Charge of Quarters' desk and demand to know what was going on when a grizzled looking man, gently seized her elbow and led her down the hallway.

"Hello Miss Stormingbyrne." he said quietly leading her towards one of the offices.

"What is going on?" she asked testily.

Relax, my name is Lucius Kelar, I am the Arms Master here, and also the Sergeant Major. Please sit down. He gestured to a chair in front of his desk.

I must conclude you are here looking for The High Warden.

Do you know what's going on then? Keygan asked him sitting.

I know he's in some trouble. I'll sort it out later though, since for the moment he's not in danger. YOU, however very well could be in both. This may not sound like a pleasant option, since I realize you've not been in the city long, but I think you'd be well advised to leave the city. The merchant's murder seems to be some sort of catalyst for all sorts of goings on here in the city.

"Well where is the High Warden if he's safe? "she asked a little more eagerly than Lucius expected.

Incarcerated, though I'm not priveledged to the specifics. It would seem he is a suspect in the merchant's murder. And there are members of this order who like that state of affairs. I really do need to get you out of the city, so you are out of sight and out of mind. I don't think anyone sees you for what you truly are yet. Then once I have you out of here I'll set to work getting Quint out of his dilemma and most likely come to meet you.

"You're serious. He never even met me, that is I......."She began to stammer.

I know you killed him, I even know why child. We can talk about it at a later time though. Go to your room at the inn and be ready for me to arrange to transport you out of the city. Don't do anything suspicious though, go back and have a meal relax. I'll come as soon as it's dark

As promised Lucius showed up after nightfall. She was taking her dinner in her room and her mind continued to wander. Once Lucius arrived she made arrangements with him over the peddler's cart and listened to his instructions for her.

He wanted her to go to the city fortress where the wardens now did almost all of their training. A place called simply "Arsenal".Keygan wasn't exactly sure how she felt about that. So she tried not to dwell on it, and decided to take the leap of faith, by believing that Lucius actually might know what he was talking about.

He helped her pack, not that she had much. He also gave her some money, a letter to introduce her to the commandant, and promised to make arrangements for the peddler."I'll send word about what progress I make here as soon as I can." He promised her as they parted company.

She planned to embark at first light.

Time for chapter two

(12-12-04)

Berec stood in the kitchens scouring the largest of the cast iron cauldrons, a bit of sweat on his brow, on account of all the steam. He was used to the task at hand, seemed that one day out of two he was up to some mischief that landed him with kitchen patrol. He didn't really mind the work. He'd grown up in a bakery. Dishes had been part of his upbringing. Across the room, Gentry was stacking a new pile of fire wood for Mistress Narelle. She walked over to inspect Berec's work, arching an eyebrow at him as she did.

"Is that the last one Berec?" She asked.

"Yes ma'am." he assured her. She nodded

"You may go then." she said.

He quickly left the kitchens before she changed her mind. He had that funny feeling again, something was happening. Something important somehow. On his way out into the courtyard he pulled on his green coat and ran up to the parapets to the watch post in the gatehouse.

Gideon, who was on watch, grinned at him. "Did you expect a visitor?" he asked Berec as he gestured out towards the horizon. Berec spotted a single rider approaching from the East as Gideon pointed.

"I just had one of those feelings." he said softly, not really expecting the older man to understand. Gideon nodded anyway.

"Go let the Commandant know a woman is coming." Gideon said after looking through his spyglass.

"Yes sir." Berec said as he took off at a run to do so.
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Keygan rode up to the gates of Arsenal. She called up to the gatehouse. Gideon called down to her, asking her name and business. She called back that she had a letter for the Commandant. She did not give her name. After a time Berec and the Commandant came up to the watch post. Gideon told the commandant what he'd learned so far. The Commandant ordered Berec and Gideon to open the gates as he started down the stairs.

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Keygan stayed on her mount as the gates opened. A lone man came to stand at the end of the drawbridge furthest from her, once the gates were wide. He was an older man, wearing non-discript simple grey woolens, his tunic had a hood which was lowered. His boots were soft grey suede and made no sound on the draw bridge as he strode to the halfway point and gestured for her to come forward. She dismounted and slowly led the horse, making her way to him.

"I understand you have a letter for me." He said once she reached him.

"If you are the Commandant." she replied.

"I am." he said smiling.

She withdrew the letter from within her coat and passed it to him.

He read it through intently and studied Keygan for a time. "It seems you'll be staying for a time." he said wryly returning the letter to her. Her head drooped slightly momentarily. "Come with me." the Commandant said gently before turning back towards the gates. Keygan followed.

The gates were closed once they were inside. Berec took Keygan's horse to the livery, while she walked with the Commandant to the kitchens.

They took a table in silence. "Stormingbyrne....." He said softly, " An old house, though I thought the line had died out, Is it your name by marriage, or your maiden name?" he wondered out loud.

Keygan's eyes met his curious gaze." It is my father's name, I have never married." she told him a twinge of contempt in her voice.

Tell me of your father Keygan, Is he any relation to Timodeus Stormingbyrne?

Mistress Narelle walked over to ask what they wanted to eat and drink before Keygan could answer. The Commandant asked for a bottle of mulled wine. Keygan asked for hot tea.

Timodeus, my father's uncle, I knew him not.

"Ah, Belsarius is your grandfather then, I did not know him, except by reputation." the Commandant said as Narelle left to fetch their requests.

I did not know him either, He died before I was born.

The Commandant nodded. " I gather you have no fondness for your father?" He asked her.

None.

"You know nothing of your forbearers except for him do you?" He inquired puzzled.

She only nodded. "If I am to be staying, how should I call you?" She wanted to know.

You may call me Jerle, but if you ask after me, the Commandant, or Commandant Nidoma will do. Did you read the letter?

She shook her head.

He sighed, then spoke," Lucius is very vague in it, he only asks me to look out for you and give you lodging till he can join you. Are you willing to tell me what you've become mixed up in?"

Keygan began her tale from the beginning, she started with her childhood and filled in the details up until now. She talked long into the night. Narelle came and went with wine and tea several times before apologizing to them both before going to bed. Once Narelle left the kitchens Jerle refilled their drinks as needed. Keygan told him things she had never told anyone. She felt at ease with him, in a way she had never felt with anyone before. He did not interrupt her, he only listened with pointed interest and watched her with soulful eyes.

By the time she finished talking it was nearly dawn. Early grey filled the sky." Let me show you to a room." Jerle said. Keygan nodded as she realized how weary she was.

At midday

(12-13-04)

Keygan rose from the bed feeling well rested and surprisingly clear headed. The bed though nothing fancy, had been very comfortable. She could hear what sounded like the clanging of metal on metal from down below. She went to the washstand in her room to clean up. Then she changed into fresh clothes. Her stomach howled with hunger. She opened the window to see what was going on below while she brushed her hair, and then braided it again. She could see the courtyard, and the smith at work pounding something out on his anvil. It also looked as though the change of guards was happening on the heights. Keygan finished with her hair and put away her things. Once done, she headed back to the kitchens.

The kitchen's smelled good, Mistress Narelle seemed to be inspecting some just baked loaves of bread. A young man smiled at her as he scoured table tops."You've only just missed lunch, should I try to round up a plate for you?" He asked.

Keygan nodded as the tantalizing smells made her mouth water. A few minutes later he brought her a plate, with a small beef pie, and some roasted vegetables, as well as a small basket with rolls and butter. A moment later Narelle brought her some hot tea and then sat down to join her.

"Did you sleep well?" Narelle inquired.

"Yes, thank you." Keygan replied.

"Good, Good, when you are through let me know and I will take you to the Commandant's office." Narelle said, before rising from the table to resume her duties. Keygan fell upon her meal lustily.

The office of the Commandant

(12-14-04)

Keygan followed Narelle down several corridors and up numerous flights of stairs. After a brisk fifteen minute walk, they arrived at the office of the Commandant. Narelle left Keygan outside the door after rapping lightly. As Narelle made her way down the steps, Jerle called for Keygan to enter.

She opened the door and entered cautiously. Jerle sat behind a large rustic oak desk. "Come in. Sit down." he told her cheerfully. She sat in an overstuffed boar's hide chair beside his desk.

"Did you rest well?" he inquired. Keygan nodded. "Good, and you've eaten enough?" he went on to ask.

"Yes." she told him.

He smiled, "Well, let's discuss what you'd like to do while you're here with us." he said.

"I hadn't given it much thought, I don't know much about Arsenal." Keygan told him.

"We train wardens, of all orders and sects here, There is also a library scholars frequently visit, and also a monastery on the north east corner of the grounds, The city of Arsenal touches many walks of life. Tell me if you wish to participate in any of the comings and goings around here." He told her.