In Which Fears Are Allayed

Outer Ward
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You stand in the busy outer ward of Castle Anvard, full of people seeing to the
needs of king and kingdom. There are market stalls along the outer wall,
bustling with merchants and shoppers. Grooms work in the stables, tending to
the horses there, and you hear the occasional bark of a dog from the kennels.
The sounds of hammer hitting iron rings out from the blacksmith shop. There are
stairs leading to the gate towers on the northern and southern corners of the
outer curtain. To the east is the outer gatehouse, and the road leading into
the realm of Archenland, and to the west another gate, leading to the inner
gatehouse, the inner ward, and the main keep of Anvard.
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Haft enters through the Outer Gatehouse, looking a little worse for the wear.

Lune passes through the outer ward early in the evening, moving toward the kennels. He is coming from the direction of the inner gatehouse.

In Which Lune Answers the Wrong Question

King Lune’s Study
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You stand in King Lune’s private Study. The wooden floor is accented by a
woven rug. There is a large desk, stacked high with maps, treatices, and
reports, along with ink and quills. Behind the desk is a comfortable looking
leather chair. A fireplace warms the room, and windows are cut into the
circular wall, facing all directions, allowing King Lune to survey his
kingdom. Between the windows are beautiful wooden bookshelves.
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Lune is alone in his study, which is brightly lit by the brilliant winter sunlight streaming in the windows. He is catching up on his correspondence at his desk, which has been pulled near the fireplace.

Cor appears in the doorway where he waits quietly, his hands gathered behind his back. His eyes very quickly begin to wander.