Entrance Hall: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

You are in the foyer, or entrance hall, of House Hune. The walls around you are 
made of white stone, and the floor is made of marble. Set into the middle of 
the floor is a stone mosaic of the House Hune sigil. Doors and archways lead 
off of the foyer into other parts of the building. But the most predominant 
feature here is the staircase. It stands opposite the doors to the courtyard, 
and is made of marble. It is in a horseshoe shape, with the two ends beginning 
on the floor, and the height of the crescent reaching the second floor. There 
is a small landing at the climax of the staircase, so it is possible to go from 
one end of the stairs to the other without actually leaving the foyer. The 
small landing area leads into the upstairs hallway, but is also useful as an 
area from which to address large crowds in the foyer. Under the landing area is 
the door to the kitchen. In the south wall is the door to the Steward's Office, 
and the north wall contains the entrance to the Grand Hall. A large fireplace 
also rests in the north wall, and gives heat to the main floor during the 
winter.

                                           
Contents:
Halice

Delicately, the young noble head of House Hune, makes her way down the stairs, 
using the railing to aid her progress downward. She smiles to a few of the 
servants, and maids, as she finally gets to the bottom, then nods her head to 
Halice ass he notices him. "Good evening, Master Halice."

Dropping in a middle level leg, Halice stays for a moment in a bow to you 
before he rises and offers a thin lipped smile. "My Lady, it has been overlong 
since last I had your attention to myself." he says in a flowery fashion; in a 
subtle complimentary form. "I have some news for you, I'm uncertain of its 
ramifications in relation to you but it is very important to this city and 
state, thus to yourself."

A brow gently lifts at Halice, as Rennar gazes upon him. She raises a hand and 
gently brushes a few tendrils of hair from her features, her expression 
unreadable at this particular moment, "Indeed.?" She questions the man before 
her, "What is this news that you speak of?"

"I speak of the presence of great evil in teh city's walls, Great Lady." Halice 
says very simply to you, using a straight forward tongue this time instead of 
the flowery tenor he prefers in most dealings. "I have sensed the presence of a 
being, perhaps beings, that have done great evils... perhaps are born of it. 
Darkfriends, or worse, Dear Lady."

Rennar gives Halice a rather odd look, "Sensed....?" Some confusion also 
touches upon her features.

Nodding his head a little bit the Southern man purses his thin lips into a 
frown and looks around the hall. Halice walks you to a farther reach and speaks 
more quietly, "I've done yo ua disservice, Lady. It is a secret I've had since 
leaving the Northlands, where my ability is accepted by the populace. However, 
it is very important that you understand me and hold my secret against other 
ears, please. I have the... ability... to sense when evil and criminals are 
near, or have been near. Recently, as I walked the Farmer's Market I sensed 
great evil, worse than I've ever sensed before. I fear to be so extreme, but I 
must say only a Darkspawn could reek thusly."

The young woman's brow creases deeply as she listens to Halice's words. 
Smoothing her skirts over a bit, she moves easily with the man to a more 
private corner. "You have my word, Master Halice, that I will tell no other, 
save perhaps the Queen, of your...." There is a bit of hesitation before she 
continues, "ability. She would benefit from such knowledge and if I go to her 
expressing these concerns, I must have some way of backing up the information."

"I'm uncertain whether saying what I may or may not so will help, Lady. I 
cannot share this perceptions with others... they are something that I just 
sense. If I sense darkness in someone, I am never wrong though." Halice says 
with a slight frown, "Thus I would invoke you to travel no place without armed 
and capable men. If you would be so kind as to offer me a sword from your 
armory as well, I could offer much more protection myself. Daggers are weapons, 
but nothing can compare to a good saber."

With the time that she takes to answer, it is apparent that Rennar is carefully 
considering what's been spoken, as well as things requested. It is, perhaps, a 
surprise that Rennar did not so much as blink when Halice's ability was 
mentioned. "You may take a sword, if you wish. I plan to go to the Palace this 
evening, so if you want to accompany me there, you are most welcome to." She 
does not comment about taking guards or what not with her - unusual for a noble 
to leave her own behind as often as she does. "Touching on the other matters, 
they are perhaps best not mentioned to others." She smirks wryly, "And better 
mentioned behind more secure doors than these." She motions gently with her 
hand about the room, eyeing Halice quite carefully, "Secrets have a way of 
escaping, even within these walls." She holds Halice with a steady gaze, then 
smiles lightly, "But, that is for another worry and another day... will you 
accompany me?"

"I shall, Lady. I sold my blade to you in service of your body and to see you 
harmed through any means when I could have halted it would shame be to the 
bone." Halice says very simply as he traces his eyes around the room slowly and 
gives a firm nod, "So long as no Aes Sedai come hunting me, I care little who 
knows. I do not relish the treatment they give to men who show any odd traits."

Rennar gives pause at the comment about Aes Sedai, "Then I must find another 
way to tell the Queen the information I have gathered. She is Aes Sedai, but 
foremost she is the Queen of our country."


"Preferable. I don't think I'd like being a guest of the White Tower for any 
amount of time." he says with a light smirk crossing his face for a moment and 
then shrugs his thin shoulders. "Perhaps they would try to gentle me, but I do 
not think it works thusly. I understand male channelers only live a few years 
and I have done this for over a decade now and have changed not the least."

"I am not versed in the life span of male channelers, but I do understand that 
there are other types of abilities about the world than just the ability to 
bear the Power." Rennar comments, "You may pick up a sword on our way out."

"I shall meet you in front of the manor then, Lady." Halice says and turns to 
move through the hall and towards the armory in a fair kindred of silence.

Rennar nods her head briefly, then makes her way to the exit.

You open the door and leave the house, entering the courtyard.

Courtyard Gardens: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn(#4075RM)

Large white stone surrounds the courtyard of House Hune. Set into the western 
wall is the gate, leading out of the manor. The manor house itself lies to the 
east. A large marble portico runs down the middle of the courtyard in a 
north/south direction, effectively dividing the large yard in half. It is large 
enough to hold several wagons, and contains the stables in the northwest 
corner. The half of the yard closest to the manor house is contained by the 
portico which runs along the courtyard walls as well, and connect to the house. 
This creates a covered walkway to protect you from the elements; shade from the 
sun, and a roof to keep off rain and snow. The ground here is paved with stone, 
with only a few weeds growing up here and there. In the center of the paved 
area is a square flower garden.

                                           

Halice opens the door of the house and joins you in the courtyard.

Rennar waits patiently outside of the manor, glancing at the door from time to 
time. Upon seeing Halice arrive, a small hint of a smile touches her lips, "Are 
you ready then?"

Now wearing a medium length sword that has a gentle, slight slope to its blade 
on his left hip Halice bobs his head to you. "Aye, Great Lady." he replies in 
his pleasant sounding tenor voice while looking around the grounds. "You should 
have your groundskeeper get to work more fiercely, My Lady." he says with a 
slight smile at the yards upkeep currently.

Rennar glances around the grounds in a curious fashion, "Sometimes, I rather 
like it that way." She smiles lightly, a soft chuckle in her voice, "Makes 
things less.... stuckup, I think." A mischievous look enters her eyes, "We 
shall be on our way then." With that said, she moves to the gates, and exits 
the manor grounds.

Rennar and Halice travel together through the streets of Caemlyn toward the 
Palace of Andor.

Palace Courtyard: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn
A large, wide-open courtyard surrounds the breathtaking beauty of the Royal 
Palace of Andor. The pale beauty of the famed Ogier stonework, its high 
terraces and balconies and golden domes making your eye travel higher and 
higher to see more. The courtyard is very austere, with well-tended patches of 
lawn offsetting the stark white of the paving stones.
Small groups of Queen's Guards patrol the area, keeping it safe from any 
intrusion. The smell of delicious foods cooking fills the air. The courtyard of 
the Royal Palace is sweetly perfumed with the scent of blooming flowers. The 
massive, double doors to the Palace are guarded by a small group of Queen's 
Guards. A small path paved in white stone leads off to the west, and the great 
gates lead back out into the Queen's Plaza.
                                                                              
Contents:
Samuel
Greydon
Nicodemus
Elara
Jerald
Aislynn

Halice enters the courtyard through the sally-port in the great gates.

Samuel says "well majesty I know a lot about them because I used to be one of 
them majesty. But I see any thing I have to say seems to be falling on deaf 
ears. putting his chin up definately."

Aislynn stands in front of a bench, staring somewhat...angrily...at Samuel.

Aislynn relaxes her stance slightly, "-Used- to be one of them?"

Nicodemus would laugh if he were not better schooled in keeping himself 
unreadable. So much for trailing the man back to where he comes from. Master 
Samuel will most likely keep an eye out now, if he is at all allowed to leave. 
Subbtlety is this Gaidin's game it seems.

Samuel says "yes majesty, I swear on my one oath to the light that I have 
forsaken them."

A young noble woman is admitted to the courtyard, via the main gates. She 
smiles gently, plesantantly at the guards before turning her full attention on 
those present. Previously, she had been conversing quietly with Halice, the 
armed man at her side. Rennar gives pause when she notices the tension within 
the area, though she does gracefully go into a curtsey before the Queen and 
Prince, holding it just so until told to do otherwise.

Aislynn inclines her head graciously to Rennar and Halice, "Good evening, Lady 
Rennar...I am so glad to see you..." Her main attention is still focused on 
Samuel, however.

Samuel says "any knowledge I've retained majesty is yours to have"

Halice moves with Rennar, a few strides behind. Darkly hued eyes twisting and 
watching people absently as he remains silent. Bowing, slightly, to Aislynn 
when appropriate as he judges by his Master's movements. Otherwise tight lipped 
and unimposing on the surroundings.

Aislynn turns to Greydon, "Please have this man debriefed...." She gestures 
offhandedly to Samuel. "I must quickly reply to Jarrue's missive...Good 
evening, all." To Rennar: "I am most sorry I could not converse with you more 
this night....I sorely missed you at the Reception." She turns and makes her 
way into the Palace, flanked by two Guards.

Rennar smiles warmly, coming out of her curtsey to the Queen, "Good evening, 
your Majesty, Prince Greydon." She greets both the Queen and her prince, 
casting a sideways glance at Halice as she does so.

Nicodemus eyes the man's personal statement. The black cloak he wears a 
complete opposite to a 'child's' white one. Perhaps it is all part of the act 
though. He is not so willing to take this at face value. He himself could think 
of many reasons the whitecloaks would send one of their own to be captured.

Rennar's gaze clouds over slightly at the mentioning of the reception, then her 
expressin becomes unreadable. She watches as Aislynn goes, then turns her 
attention more specifically on Greydon, not recognizing Nicodemus or Samuel to 
any degree, "Speaking of which, how were the travels from Tar Valon to 
home....? I had a few... problems... with a few of the people that attended the 
Queen on the voyage home, as she might have stated to you."

Greydon nods in silent acknowledgement of his Queen's decree. He motions for 
the pair of Guards flanking Samuel to escort him to the barracks, "I will be 
with you momentarily.." he says in a low rumble. Turning to greet Rennar and 
her companion, he dips his head briefly. "Lady Rennar.. "

Samuel walks through the gardens, following the flagstone path.

Elara curtsies to the Lady.

Nicodemus offers a slight bow to Rennar, before turning to Prince Greydon, and 
offering one fit for the Prince. He walks off without so much as a word, 
following after Aislynn.

Sensing that this may not be a good time, Rennar grows quiet, watching the 
guards take charge of the man, "Perhaps I should come at a better time... there 
are things I need to discuss with her Majesty when time warrants." The 
expression upon her features is grave, as is the tone of her voice.

Greydon watches Nicodemus leave with an inscrutable expression before turning 
back to address Rennar. "Ahh.. perhaps that would be for the best. Ill tidings 
have just reached here, and trouble unwatched has a way of compounding itself."

Samuel enters the Queen's Gardens from the flagstone path to the southwest.

Samuel walks through the gardens, following the flagstone path.

Nicodemus walks through the gleaming white double doors, into the Royal Palace.

"Indeed... and I have hear of other... malaties within the city, as well as 
bear news of my own about certain guests that the palace housed while visiting 
within the city... but I will come back another time.' Rennar smiles gently, 
curtseying once more, "Good evening."

Greydon nods graciously, "Thank you, Rennar... I'm sure Aislynn will appreciate 
it." He offers Halice a brief nod and turns to follow the escorted Samuel.

Rennar nods after Greydon, then glances to Halice, "It seems our duty this 
evening was short lived." She sighs softly, then starts toward the gates.