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[of_bokthersa]

It's already dark by the time you arrive. It's not the best of situations, but there were other things you had to look into. Things that hadn't boded well when you'd been there. Lips get loose when with a good drink and good entertainment is around; it's why you have several of this particular persona. It seems there's been a lot more activity in the north than you would have liked to hear. It's easy to surmise what they're doing. Take the north, take the Gold Road and they fill their coffers with untold riches to fund them in the war. No, that didn't bode well at all.

Which was why you were here, to find out just how far north they'd gotten. Asengai was the last stop before you headed for Wolde to meet up with Micum and head back south the Skala to give your report. Just in case you start making a mental note of your surroundings and where you've set up camp for the past few days, committing them to memory before heading off to the large keep. Hopefully, Asengai is fond enough of bards that you'll be able to get enough information to be out of here by morning.

You hadn't counted on Asengai immediately imprisoning you under the charge of your being a spy. He's not wrong, but that doesn't make the situation any more fortuitous. Even so, you have to play your part, so you curse and struggle, fight and protest. The light shifts to complete blackness as they drag you into the dungeon chamber.

"Unhand me, you cretinous brutes!" You make sure to remember the lisp that you'd decided on and continue to protest. "I demand to see your master! How dare you arrest me! Can't an honest bard pass unmolested through this country?"

You throw a less than accurate swing at one of the guards. If you were trying, you probably could have done some damage, but you're not. You're still Rolan, and Rolan isn't a fighter. So you let them beat you, heckling you about what will happen when you finally do meet Asengai. Torture, of course.

They drag you to the wall and manacle your hands and feet, and for the first time, you notice movement across from you. Someone's there. You don't say anything, it's not the right time. Once they finally leave, however, you're free to assess the situation.

"Who's there?" You ask, keeping to the role you're in. The other doesn't answer, and you have to squint in the scant moonlight to see anything. Of course, he'd push himself further into the shadows. Make the job harder for you. From what you can tell by the light of the moon it seems to be a young man, but you can't make out his features. You're about to open your mouth to say something when the door opens again.

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[unknownmoirai]

Do you not have one place that you call home?

[of_bokthersa]

An interesting question. What would you define as a home?

[unknownmoirai]

A place where you feel you belong.

[of_bokthersa]

[There are places he can think of that could fall under those terms, but at the same time he doesn't belong there at all.

What a depressing thought.]

What would such a place be like for you?

[unknownmoirai]

I don't have a home.

[It isn't a sad statement but a fact and she utters it like one.]

I left my home and I won't be able to return. Now I'm looking for my home but I think that my home is a person. Someone I just haven't found yet.

[of_bokthersa]

[That hits a nerve he didn't expect to have pulled today. He won't ask it, but the idea that she's also an exile does cross his mind.]

Have you met this person before?

[unknownmoirai]

Maybe. For a long time I thought it was my sister but now I'm not sure.

Maybe it is someone I haven't met yet. I don't think I'll know until it happens.

[of_bokthersa]

How will you know it happens?

[unknownmoirai]

I'll let you know when I have an answer to that question.

[She doesn't right now.]

What about you and your home? You never did tell me.

[of_bokthersa]

[Going by her definition there is someone. It's just too complicated and not something he wants to share, at all, ever. It's another one of his secrets.]

I can't say I have anything like that either.

[unknownmoirai]

Oh.

[She pauses briefly.]

I apologize but I find that difficult to believe. If it would make you more comfortable, we can talk about something else?

[of_bokthersa]

I've always found that people like to believe what they want. If you'd like to think I'm lying, then by all means.

What change of topic would you like?

[unknownmoirai]

I will then. Thank you for understanding.

[She doesn't know why people get upset when she tells them that she doesn't believe them.]

I think it would be easier if you choose. I believe I've hit on sensitive topics more than once.

[of_bokthersa]

Have you been here long?

[unknownmoirai]

Only a few days.

[of_bokthersa]

Have you discovered anything interesting to do for fun?

[unknownmoirai]

Not really.

[Which is an uncertain truth.]

[of_bokthersa]

That seems like something that ought to change.

[unknownmoirai]

Does that mean you have an idea?

[It certainly sounds like it.]

[of_bokthersa]

They say there's a place with all sorts of interesting things. I thought I'd look into it. Care to join me?

[unknownmoirai]

Okay. Where would you like to meet?

[of_bokthersa]

Does the center of the city sound reasonable to you?

[unknownmoirai]

Yes. I will meet you there shortly.

[Never mind that she has no idea who she's looking for. She's sure that it'll work out in the end.]

[of_bokthersa]

[He's not particularly hard to find, he hasn't bothered to change from his normal cloths minus the coat.

He's also looking for her, not that he knows what she looks like either.]

[unknownmoirai]

[She looks incredibly lost among those milling through the sphere. Her hair is long and neatly braided on either side of her head with the braids pulled over her shoulders. Her jacket is plane, something she'd picked up from a Goodwill prior to her arrival. Her boots are brown and well worn while a white dress curled around her hips in waves of satin and lace. Stockings cover her legs and keep her warm while a multicolored scarf is looped around her neck.

Her eyes are a light stormy blue with shades of gray and white making it appear as if it's shifting colors. Those eyes move past him several times before she finally decides that this is the man she's looking for.]

Excuse me. [Her voice is soft and just as feminine and warm as it had been when they spoke through the golden devices.] Are you the person I am looking for? I was told to meet them here.