Crown of Roses Avenue: Inner City, Caemlyn

This portion of the Inner City is filled with large structures of gleaming white stone, roofed in tiles of purple, red and azure. White walls divide small expanses of lush lawn, and golden domes and tall spires rise to the heavens.

The sounds of crickets chirping and laughter from a nearby inn interrupt the quiet of twilight. The walkways and streets of the Inner City are kept clear of snow, but a coat of white blankets grassy areas and icicles hang from the eaves of buildings. White Lion Way, a narrow street paved in white stone, leads off to the southwest, and Crown of Roses Avenue, also paved in white stone, leads to the west.

Demonder
Turail
Daeryn

The young lady hune keeps to the shadows of the night, slipping into Tiras Lorn.

Ealam has remained where he is, studying Daeryn while the parchment is read. He bows slightly, with a flourish and turns on his heel, moving off through the crowd, though he does turn to look once or twice at Daeryn to see whether he is going to heed the summons or not.

During this time, Rennar goes into Tiras Lorn, gathers some things for a long trip, her horse, then takes off through the gates of Tiras Lorn.

Turail walks along Crown of Roses Avenue, heading west.

A mare, as white as the purest of snows, comes charging through the unfinished gates of Tiras Lorn. Upon her back is a woman, recognizable by her features and the way she carries herself - the Lady Hune. There appears to be several bags and packages tied to the saddle, looking as if the Lady plans a long trip from the city walls. There is also a great determination upon her features, almost looking as if, if she removes herself than all the problems being experienced of late will just go away. A silly notion, indeed, but one that seems to have taken to her mind. She reins in the mare briefly to take in the scene about her, pained eyes spying Demonder, Ealam and the other from before. Without saying another word she spins the hours toward Caembarin Boulevard, with the intention of taking off in that direction. Light only knows what other sort of trouble she invites by her actions.

Demonder had been walking with purpose through the streets, perhaps returning to the burnt rubble that was once his home. Much like everything else, it is gone, it seems. Already so much loss, at the reasonable price to keep the woman he loves. And now she is gone as well. Demonder's eyes shift to Lady Hune and her mare. There is not a thing he doesn't miss, not this time around. For all the saddle bags and the course of her direction is clear enough that she intends to ride away. Numb from emotional pain, Demonder begins to go toward the direction she had left, the blood trickling down his leg as the healed cut has re-opened from the agrivation of his quick pacing. It doesn't shorten now, as he nearly runs.

Thankfully, the horse is not going at a ground eatting pace. It moves at a trot down the street, enough so that people will move out of Rennar's way as she rides. This still puts some distance between herself and Demonder, though not much just yet.

You walk along Crown of Roses Avenue, headed west.

Caembarin Boulevard: Inner City, Caemlyn

The Inner City of Caemlyn is built upon the highest peaking hills, surrounded by a fortified wall built of polished granite with gleaming white marble inlays. One can look down over the gentle slopes of the rest of the city from the many vantage points along the wall. The streets have been crafted to follow the natural contours of the hills, and are paved in silver-streaked gray. A large park-like area lies to the western edge of the walled Inner City.

The streets of the Inner City are quiet now, with only a few citizens enjoying the lush landscape of the park. A fine sprinkling of snow lies like a light blanket across the hills at the heart of Caemlyn. The white stone walks have been cleared of snow here. A white stone-paved road leads to the south, winding uphill, and its twin leads off to the east. To the north lies Origan Gate, which leads into the New City.

Demonder enters the wide, park area from Crown of Roses Avenue, to the east.

Well, he is in a near run, and regardless of where Rennar heads, he heads toward the Queen's Plaza where his horse is. At this point, his only intention is to see the direction of Rennar's flight.

A cart overturned up ahead causes Rennar to rein in the mare. Merchants are in the way, trying to help one another. Stopping, she looks around to see where another 'exit' might make itself visible. This gives Demonder time to get to his horse and still have her in view. Spying a potential way to get through the mess, she turns her white mare toward the Aboretum.

The blood moves past his knee against the wet pants, Demonder a noble in horrible state at this point. The running motion isn't doing much better for it, though as Rennar gets stopped he tries to take full advantange by attempting to close off ground, to grab at her hourse, anything to keep her near.

Just as Rennar was going to spur the mare forward, after spinning her about to go toward the Aboretum, Demonder grabs her reins quite successfully. This, however, causes the mare to throw her head back a bit, and snort - eew! Frustration touches Rennar's eyes, "Let my bloody hor-" She starts to speak, then the frustration turns to pain, and she looks away, speaking quietly, "Let her go." The words are as near an order as she can manage.

It is a good thing Demonder has been around horses enough in his past, though even now there is a slight hesitation as the mare begins to struggle. He does take control of the horse, and begins to lead it in the direction where it came from. "I'm not letting you ride off," the words come out a growl, as he looks back and challenges her with his eyes. "I'm not damn well letting you get rid of me so easily either." Those words would be enough to attract further attention. "If you don't want to love me, fine," Demonder believes this, clearly. "But I'm not going to watch you get killed."

Spurring the mare a bit with her knees seems to nudge the horse to take a step or two forward. The mare doesn't like the dual control between Demonder and the woman upon her back, snorting once more as the two argue. "Who said I was going to get killed? Hmm? And /you/ are the one that wanted be rid of me. Or do you not remember your own suggestion, Lord Roesone? I am not beholding to anyone except the Queen, and only she will know where I intend to go." There is a fierceness that is returned, unlike the meek woman that was back at the palace. This seems to be a person with a mission, one which she plans on following with a passion, "If not for me and my cursed ability there would be /no/ problems. Hence, taking it and myself away from the city is the only logical course of action."

Demonder's hold on the reigns at the front of the horse does not change, the lord leading forward with a quick pace no matter what Rennar struggles. "Does this mean you don't trust me?" Demonde rasks, stopping in his tracks as he twists the horse enough around him to have Rennar relatively near and above. "I had suggested we finish with it because you show no trust in me for anything of importance! You tell me half the things you wish, and nothing of the rest. I can't accept that, not when you said yes to my marriage proposal."

"But you knew for how long?" Demonder demands the answer, not releasing the horse as he follows her which-ever direction she chooses to walk. "I should be the first you tell of anything. The first you confide in. And what do I get? I get news of what I heard in the Queen's chambers told to the Queen as to me for the first time. As to two other men. And what, you've kept more secrets from me? Why, why keep them at all?"

Just then, Rennar spins about. "Why...?" She retorts, regarding the man before her, "Because some people act as rashly as myself, if not more." She speaks truth there, "Some people put themselves needlessly in danger, but insist that others stay out of danger equally. Because /some/ people get injured and don't even have the common courtsey to come tell me right away. I appreciate that you were frank and up front about things regarding the drugs, and that you loved me enough to tell me everything, but I /am/ the Head of a House. I have /more/ than just you and I to consider. I have my family, my friends, my life. I can't deal with someone who has a bruised ego everytime I don't tell him something, or can't get to it right away, just as you can't deal with my actions. So, Lord Roesone, its just as well you were having the sentiments you had." She pauses a moment, "And... since you don't want me to have secrets...." She starts, getting a look in her eyes that seems to suggest she's about to do a rather rash thing.

"And until recently you obviously thought I'd be the husband you needed." Demonder retorts, though losing his steam. She is right on many issues, of course, and even Demonder can see it. But he won't agree with her on everything. "I am not foolish enough to suggest you tell everyone everything. But those close to you, those true and dear. Those that you love... you would. I was honest with you Renni. Perhaps unable to see you always, but honest with you on everything that had happened. You were not." Demonder's free hand does seem to go closer to her, as though he fully intends to cup her lips if her next sets of words are truly rash.

Momentarily she pauses what she was going to say to retort, "Just as much /after/ the fact as I." With that, Rennar steps back and away from Demonder, spreading her hands open wide. Oh, she's about to be very rash, and do something very dangerous to herself, "I am a bane upon the world, a person of visions. I can see death, secrets, hopes and dreams..." Her words are loud, as she admits her ability, and with the loudness comes attention. She speaks about, acting almost crazed - and surely proving some of the rumors that've been told about her. No doubt, now, the Tower will hear about this. Demonder is close enough, however, to stop her before she rambles onward more.

She spins about, acting almost...

Daigim enters from the south, following The Queen's Way.

Daigim follows Crown of Roses Avenue to the east, following the gently-sloping hill.

Just lovely. Demonder does release the mare from his hold, both arms moving as they attempt to literally uprehend Rennar. One arm slipping around her waist, the other grabbing at her lips to cover her mouth. You know, this is about as bad as it could go, likely both too close to madness for anyone's liking. Demonder's broad shoulders and strong build are hopefully enough to restrain Rennar quickly, eyes setting against hers. "Shut-up!" It's near whisper. There, he's upset now. And very concerned. The attention is likely becoming rampet in this little fued.

The horse throws its head up as it's released, glad to have some freedom back. Then, as horses are wont to do, sometimes, goes to someone's flower pot and starts eatting the flowers within - a free snack. The lady seems to tense as Demonder gets his arm about her waist, and even more so when he slips the other hand about her mouth. Her words attempt to flow even more, but come out as a mumbled mass of non-sense against his hand. She starts to struggle, but gives up in the end. Her eyes stare back at him defiantly, emeralds burning brightly with a passionate fire.

Momentarily she pauses what she was going to say to retort, "Just as much /after/ the fact as I." With that, Rennar steps back and away from Demonder, spreading her hands open wide. Oh, she's about to be very rash, and do something very dangerous to herself, "I am a bane upon the world, a person of visions. I can see death, secrets, hopes and dreams..." Her words are loud, as she admits her ability, and with the loudness comes attention. She speaks about, acting almost crazed - and surely proving some of the rumors that've been told about her. No doubt, now, the Tower will hear about this. Demonder is close enough, however, to stop her before she rambles onward more.'.

Just lovely. Demonder does release the mare from his hold, both arms moving as they attempt to literally uprehend Rennar. One arm slipping around her waist, the other grabbing at her lips to cover her mouth. You know, this is about as bad as it could go, likely both too close to madness for anyone's liking. Demonder's broad shoulders and strong build are hopefully enough to restrain Rennar quickly, eyes setting against hers. "Shut-up!" It's near whisper. There, he's upset now. And very concerned. The attention is likely becoming rampet in this little fued.

The horse throws its head up as it's released, glad to have some freedom back. Then, as horses are wont to do, sometimes, goes to someone's flower pot and starts eatting the flowers within - a free snack. The lady seems to tense as Demonder gets his arm about her waist, and even more so when he slips the other hand about her mouth. Her words attempt to flow even more, but come out as a mumbled mass of non-sense against his hand. She starts to struggle, but gives up in the end. Her eyes stare back at him defiantly, emeralds burning brightly with a passionate fire.'.

Chade enters the wide, park area from Crown of Roses Avenue, to the east.

The horse throws its head up as it's released, glad to have some freedom back. Then, as horses are wont to do, sometimes, goes to someone's flower pot and starts eatting the flowers within - a free snack. The lady seems to tense as Demonder gets his arm about her waist, and even more so when he slips the other hand about her mouth. Her words attempt to flow even more, but come out as a mumbled mass of non-sense against his hand. She starts to struggle, but gives up in the end. Her eyes stare back at him defiantly, emeralds burning brightly with a passionate fire. (repose)

Chade makes his way across the street, heading in the direction of the Origan Gate, paying little mind to anything else that might be happening.

Demonder holds Lady Hune firmly in place, his grip insuring that her struggle comes to wasted energy. As she finally begins to slow in her struggle, and her words, Demonder looks back upon her. For the longest time he stares back without much expression beyond his initial anger and concern. Now, it numbs over to disbelief. "Renni... please..." the words do beg for her to stop. "Please."

Those defiant eyes stare back at Demonder, never once waivering in their fire. Rennar stares back at him, now unable to do much more than that. Well, she could kick him, sure... but she's already harmed enough people.

Baran enters the Inner City from the north, walking through the Origan Gate.

Baran follows Crown of Roses Avenue to the east, following the gently-sloping hill.

Chade unfortunately can not ignore all the excitement in the street and has no choice but to stop and watch, though he makes no move to interfere, best not to interfer in matters involving nobles until you know what is going on but it is obvious that the Lady Rennar has his attention.

Baran enters the wide, park area from Crown of Roses Avenue, to the east.

Rennar is within the middle of the street. Demonder is holding her by her waist with one arm, and another clamped over her mouth. Her emerald gaze stares back at Demonder with a brilliant fire of defiance.

Lord Demonder continues to hold her within his arms, though now his hand peaks off her lips for a moment as though testing to see whether she will continue her manic screams. "Easy..." he whispers quietly, hand ready to be reposition on Rennar's lips at the hint of screams.

Baran The guards bar Baran from entering the Circle Club.

Baran follows the curving white stone road up the hill to the south.

Totally unaware of who is currently watching the spectacle, Rennar continues to stare back at Demonder with a touch of defiance. There is a distance, quite noticeable, between the two in their actions. For now, she remains silent, but that does not mean she'll not start up once more.

Chade tries to remain unnoticed as he watches the scene between the Lord and Lady Rennar

Demonder's eyes have a look of despiration Rennar, there's no other way to describe it. Demonder slowly begins to guide Rennar toward the mare nearby, not really releasing the hold much on her beyond what they would need to walk. "Renni, think, please just think before you act out." Of course, his hand lowers further from her lips.

Without much choice, unlike last time, Rennar moves with Demonder. She speaks, her voice lowering, "You can't have it both ways, Lord Roesone. If I think before I act, I might just leave something from you." Her words are harsh, and her voice is loud enough still to be heard.

Chade still tries to remain unnoticed as he shakes his head slowly, wondering how he managed to end up where he is.

Caembarin Boulevard: Inner City, Caemlyn

The Inner City of Caemlyn is built upon the highest peaking hills, surrounded by a fortified wall built of polished granite with gleaming white marble inlays. One can look down over the gentle slopes of the rest of the city from the many vantage points along the wall. The streets have been crafted to follow the natural contours of the hills, and are paved in silver-streaked gray. A large park-like area lies to the western edge of the walled Inner City.

The streets of the Inner City are quiet now, with only a few citizens enjoying the lush landscape of the park. A fine sprinkling of snow lies like a light blanket across the hills at the heart of Caemlyn. The white stone walks have been cleared of snow here. A white stone-paved road leads to the south, winding uphill, and its twin leads off to the east. To the north lies Origan Gate, which leads into the New City.

Chade
Demonder

Without much choice, unlike last time, Rennar moves with Demonder. She speaks, her voice lowering, "You can't have it both ways, Lord Roesone. If I think before I act, I might just leave something from you." Her words are harsh, and her voice is loud enough still to be heard.

Chade still tries to remain unnoticed as he shakes his head slowly, wondering how he managed to end up where he is.

Let's face it, Demonder doesn't get as nice as he pushes and pulls at Rennar toward her horse. The lord stairs at a young man that just happens to be nearby. "Bring the horse to the Hune manor." It a clear order, and Demonder tosses him a few coins from a short distance. With his complete focus on Rennar, he tries not to get into an argument of words. "Don't be foolish," he states harshly enough, though not nearing her tone.

"What do you mean to do? Drag me back to the Palace and tie to me to a chair?" Rennar's words continue to hold their harshness, and seem almost accusatory. "Make me an easier target? See me before Queen's justice?" She's beyond being rational by now, as is perhaps Demonder. "Afterall, my actions killed a man this afternoon."

Chade definetly starts to get interested in things after that last comment, he quickly looks about the street to see if anybody else might of heard.

"Your actions did not!" Demonder screams, losing it at this point, pushing Rennar down to the ground before looking around for anything that might be of aid here. Seeing that there are no other options here, Demonder reaches down for Rennar once again, though this time he pushes past any struggling hands to easily lift her light body over his shoulder. There, she is wearing breaches after-all. Demonder carries her away from the palace.

Chade shakes his head slightly as things start to get entertaining, he toys with the idea of doing somthing, after all he is employeed by the Lady Rennar but so far he is unsure wether this is serious or some lovers game that the two are playing.

The Lady doesn't back down one bit, even when Demonder yells at her. There is a surprised gasp from her, however, as she's manhandled to the ground, then equally manhandled and thrown about Demonder's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. That extra weight can't be doing him any good, with his injured leg, "Put. Me. Down." Her words are laced with a sort of darkness. There's /no/ love within them at all.

Baran enters from the south, following The Queen's Way.

Baran exits to the north, walking through the gates of the Inner City.

That injured leg is already bleeding to hell. The wounds that had been doing such a good job healing are now once again being ripped and torn into form the physical activity that Demonder has expensed chasing after Rennar. For his strength, she may be indeed extremely light, but the limp on his leg causes her to lurch forward and backwards on each step. Regardless, he doesn't lay off as they head out.

Demonder follows Crown of Roses Avenue to the east, following the gently-sloping hill.

You walk up Crown of Roses Avenue, toward the east, following the gently-sloping hill.

Crown of Roses Avenue: Inner City, Caemlyn

This portion of the Inner City is filled with large structures of gleaming white stone, roofed in tiles of purple, red and azure. White walls divide small expanses of lush lawn, and golden domes and tall spires rise to the heavens.

The sounds of crickets chirping and laughter from a nearby inn interrupt the quiet of twilight. The walkways and streets of the Inner City are kept clear of snow, but a coat of white blankets grassy areas and icicles hang from the eaves of buildings. White Lion Way, a narrow street paved in white stone, leads off to the southwest, and Crown of Roses Avenue, also paved in white stone, leads to the west.

Demonder

Chade comes up the gently-sloping hill from the west, following Crown of Roses Avenue.

Chade mutters somting to himself about not getting involved with Nobles. he then makes his way towards the two. Once close enough he addresses Lord Demonder "Please put the Lady Rennar down..."

It's not without a struggle that Demonder carries Rennar up the slope of the hill. At the sound of Chade nearby, Demonder turns to him with a vague recognition. "I am taking her back to the manor. She is blurting out foolishness, and I will not have her taken away for her lack of wit this evening." Demonder pushes forward.

"I am blurting truths." Rennar states rather firmly, "Would you rather hear more? How my sister is being turned to the Dark? How you are tied to your axe? How the Gaidin within the palace is a Prince who will eventually kill himself...?" All of this she speaks unhindered, now that Demonder does not have access to her mouth, "Of the things that plague me each day, things I'm meant to tell all to you, as well as my every day functions as Head of my house."

Chade shakes his head again but continues after the Lord and Lady, again he addresses the Lord Demonder "Perhaps they do not teach manners in Andor but when a Lady asks not to be man handled you mind her request..." Chade sighs "Now I will ask you again to put her down..."

Demonder stops in his tracks, turning to Chade. "Do you here the words coming from her lips? Is this what you wish to be common knowledge on the ear of every person." The next comes at a whisper. "The Tower will have her locked away at the suggestion of it. She will be put down when her confessions can't be heard any longer." Or if she continues to talk any further, as Demonder would be forced to place her down to cover her mouth. And then once again, Demonder pushes on toward Tiras Lorn, his eyes intent on getting Rennar there.

Chade inclines his head to Lord Demonder "I will trust your judgement for the moment, but I will accompany you and if what you say is not true, I will make sure that you are repaid in kind as you are treating her..."

"Or how that man Nicodemus Gaidin wishes to see to my safety is a sneak and a thief. No doubt he is an assassin of some sort, his vision certainly did hint at that sort of thing, and that he'll be betrayed somehow." The words do continue to spew from the lady, held so over Demonder's shoulder, "Or, how young Emos has some sort of dagger and sword hanging over his head. That, now that I can't make out but it means something. Or, how the Queen will only ha-" She cuts off the last one, seemingly rethinking that one, "Or how the former Lord Captain Commander has someone in his family who can channel?"

"You won't say about the Queen, will you?" Demonder challenges, pondering what other lives she will make known to those around them. It doesn't matter, either way, as Demonder takes them through the gates that lead into Tiras Lorn. There is nothing but a slight nod at Chade's words.

Demonder pulls open the gate to the manor and enters the courtyard.

You pull open the heavy gates and enter the courtyard.

Courtyard Gardens: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

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.

Demonder

Chade pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

Chade shakes his head slowly as he follows, muttering somthing under his breath about leaving Cairhien to avoid this type of thing.

"What does it matter what I say, most people'll believe me a raving lunatic now. Surely, the Queen will rethink her decision about my being heir-apparent, yes? She may tell the Tower, for all I care. I release her of her Oath to me." Rennar says that before at least two people, never mind the fact that neither will probably go to the Queen about the matter. "I am destined for nothing but trouble and strife, along with those who decide to stay about me."

"I will assign myself to the life of a guard to stay by your side, Renni," demonder makes that clear enough. "If you will not have me as your husband, you will have me as your blasted slave. Clearly you have not enough sense about you to even keep matters secret." Sure, Demonder is one to talk. Demonder makes no motion to actually go within the manor, and instead, he heads for the stables.

"You would do better to find a woman you can love and grow old with Lord Roesone, one who does not have the malaties that I am burdened with." The lady's voice seems to grow /faintly/ soft at those words, showing a touch that she may still care, "You deserve better."

Chade shakes his head in disbelief as he mentally traces the steps that led to him being here.

"I deserve no better then you, for there is none better suited for me." Sure, the words may be considered sweet, but Demonder bites off each worth with anger. "And if you do insist that I will live eve after receiving this poison, then so be-it. More sothe reason for me to not release you this easily from our bonds.

"So, rather than telling me /truth/ the very same /truth/ you wished me to tell you, you were simply going to pass the time and push me away? You are a hypocrite Demonder. Plain and simple. You commit the same crimes you accuse me of commiting." Rennar's voice still isn't any more pleasant, despite the softer tone of voice previously. "How was I to find out? Your rotting corpse laying about the palace one day?"

Demonder stops near the hay within the stables, and tossing her from his shoulder into the pile of hay. "I told you when I found out. They only told me this monring." Demonder's words lengthe the strength of their argument. "Now stop being selfless, and or tell me you dont love me."

Demonder enters the stables to the northwest.

You enter the stables at Tiras Lorn.

House Hune Stables: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

A cacophony of clomping hooves, neighs, and fidgeting horses tumbles out of the stalls that line the east and west walls of this building. A large, square, riding ring is fenced off from the rest of the stables on three of its sides and opens up to the outside through a large, sliding, barn door on the north wall. The south wall has a small office, a barracks for the stablehands, and a large storage shed.

The building and stalls are kept extremely clean, but there is still the constant sweet, cloying smell of animal sweat, animal waste, and molding hay.

Demonder

Chade enters the stables from courtyard of Tiras Lorn.

Unceremoniously, Rennar falls into the pile of hay. Thankfully, it broke her fall softly. "And we /met/ this morning, did we not? Why didn't you tell me right away? Why did you wait to tell me after my admission to the Queen? /When/ were you going to tell me? Hmm?" Rennar pauses, her eyes narrowing at Demonder, "Hi honey, I'm home. And oh, by the way, I'm going to die within the next few moments, so please... say your goodbyes now. Was that how it was going to be?" She looks as though she has no intention of telling Demonder what he wants.

Chade clears his throat slightly "What is this secret that everybody found out this morning, the one that seems to be atleast part of the cause for whats happening now..?"

Well, she does have him there, as Demonder remembers the correct version of events instead of his version of them. "You seemed not to care either way," he states simply, looking to her with that fierceness. "You'd have me die alone. A fact that seemed more appealing at first, and not so when it was made a defly reality. When it still could be."

"Why should I when I get accused of not trusting you, when its really you who doesn't seem to trust me?" Rennar stares up at Demonder in that defiant manner, her emerald eyes blazing within the night. They'd glow too, if such a thing could happen, but it can't so they don't.

"My judgement, my word, what I do, my reasons for doing them. Instead, you go off like a wounded puppy, with his tail between his legs and without his favorite toy." Rennar continues, crossing her arms before her as she watches the Lord.

Chade shakes his head as he resigns himself to listening.

The two continue to go at it with no regard for anything else. At least for now. "Wounded puppy?" Well, yes, men would take such a comparison with grave insult. Demonder leaps into the hay, as though pouncing on Rennar, but not in a playful way. Of course, this doesn't help much, as they both become entangled between themselves and the hay. "I trusted you with everything I know, Rennar. So I didn't tell you I was dieing earlier! I didn't want the last few moments to be over-taken by your worry. But... I thought you'd see my death." Demonder's eyes point upward, as though he could see something over his head.

"There is /no/ vision of death lingering over your head." Adamant and firm are the words that come from Rennar. When he pounces, she does try to get out of his way, in an attempt to not allow him to entrap her.

The two start making their way through the straw, it would seem. Evne with Demonder missing the pounce, his eyes wide with anger, he searches her out through the piles of hay. "Enough of me! You keep a kidnapper within the palace and then assign her the position of noble!"

Finding a decent enough footing, and with Demonder within the hay, Rennar attempts to stand and way away from it. "I don't see it as that way. I kept the person who /saved/ me from being killed within the Palace. She could have just as easily stepped aside when the assassin came after me. He had a dagger poised and ready to throw at me when she jumped on his back. Would you see the person who kept your future wife alive put away? Or, would you reward her? She didn't join without thought. I informed Aislynn as soon as I could possibly do, what with her schedule. I did not know the price of my safety until /after/ the last meeting I had with her."

Chade is definetly getting an earfull now as his mind races to place events together when he is only getting bits and pieces here, and not hearing any names at that.

"But you remained in communication with her without telling me," Demonder struggles through the words as he too begins to attempt an exit from the hay. "Is she the same as the servant girl that would walk around the palace at your heels like a lost puppy?" Demonder greatly exaddurates. "The one you said nothing about?"

"The one I told you saved my life." Rennar corrects, eyes staring down just as defiantly at Demonder. "And I /did/ tell you."

Demonder finally manages to stand, his feet stumbling for footing for a few more moments. "Regardless, you have still yet to tell me you don't love me," Demonder challenges.

"Draw your own conclusions, for I doubt now if I tell you anything you'll believe truth." Rennar states, turning and moving away from Demonder. She seems to march further in the stables.

Demonder follows, of course, attempting to reacn at Rennar each time without doing so to force the issue. "I will believe you," Demonder insists.

"You need to see to your wound." Rennar points out, not looking back at the man following her. "Master Chade, can you get some bandages and other things from the first aid kit in the grooming closet?'

Right. Blood. Tripping blood. Demonder really should see to it, though instead he reaches for her own and then the other. "Run-away from the question at each step of the way, will you?"

Chade nods and replies "Of course My Lady..." Chade then quickly finds the closet and begins going through it until at last he finds the necessary items, he then waits a short distance behind the two, his arms full of the requested items.

Rennar turns then, stopping. That may cause Demonder to run into her, if not particularly careful or expecting of it. Should he not do so, she looks around Demonder, then murmurs, "Do you know how to tie bandanges and clean wounds?"

Chade mutters somthing under his breath about he could of been at the Inn enjoying a cup of tea, but of cours ethis is done so quietly he is sure, well pretty sure that nobody could of heard. Chade then answers the Lady Rennar "I have managed to learn a thing or two about healing the body but I am not a healer, perhaps if Rio Sedai were to look at it..?"

"Why so concerned with my light wounds?" Demonder demands, though hi svoice does grow softer still at Renni's own hesitations.

"Then bandage his leg. If he protests, you've my permission to beat some sense into the man." Rennar's words are as much of an order as anything else. "He's bleeding all over my stables."

Chade pauses a moment to see if the Lord is going to cooperate or do somthing to further complicate matters.

Chade seeing no signs of protest begins working on the leg, first cleaning and then rebandaging. His work is quick and efficent if not entirely painless for the Lord, Chade then moves back some "I would still suggest having it seen to by a healer but this should hold for awhile..."

"Not all Aes Sedai are Healers, Master Chade, though I do thank you for your aid upon the matter." Rennar nods her head politely to the man who gave her 'ex-fiance?' help.

Chade inclines his head to the Lady as he steps back out of the way.

Chade clears his throat to get Lady Renars attention "My Lady, are you ok now or would you like me to stay..?"

"I am blurting truths." Rennar states rather firmly, "Would you rather hear more? How my sister is being turned to the Dark? How you are tied to your axe? How the Gaidin within the palace is a Prince who will eventually kill himself...?" All of this she speaks unhindered, now that Demonder does not have access to her mouth, "Of the things that plague me each day, things I'm meant to tell all to you, as well as my every day functions as Head of my house."

Chade inclines his head to Lord Demonder "I will trust your judgement for the moment, but I will accompany you and if what you say is not true, I will make sure that you are repaid in kind as you are treating her..."

"Or how that man Nicodemus Gaidin wishes to see to my safety is a sneak and a thief. No doubt he is an assassin of some sort, his vision certainly did hint at that sort of thing, and that he'll be betrayed somehow." The words do continue to spew from the lady, held so over Demonder's shoulder, "Or, how young Emos has some sort of dagger and sword hanging over his head. That, now that I can't make out but it means something. Or, how the Queen will only ha-" She cuts off the last one, seemingly rethinking that one, "Or how the former Lord Captain Commander has someone in his family who can channel?"'.

Chade mutters somthing under his breath about he could of been at the Inn enjoying a cup of tea, but of cours ethis is done so quietly he is sure, well pretty sure that nobody could of heard. Chade then answers the Lady Rennar "I have managed to learn a thing or two about healing the body but I am not a healer, perhaps if Rio Sedai were to look at it..?"

"Why so concerned with my light wounds?" Demonder demands, though hi svoice does grow softer still at Renni's own hesitations.

"Then bandage his leg. If he protests, you've my permission to beat some sense into the man." Rennar's words are as much of an order as anything else. "He's bleeding all over my stables."

Chade pauses a moment to see if the Lord is going to cooperate or do somthing to further complicate matters.

Chade seeing no signs of protest begins working on the leg, first cleaning and then rebandaging. His work is quick and efficent if not entirely painless for the Lord, Chade then moves back some "I would still suggest having it seen to by a healer but this should hold for awhile..."

"Not all Aes Sedai are Healers, Master Chade, though I do thank you for your aid upon the matter." Rennar nods her head politely to the man who gave her 'ex-fiance?' help.

Chade inclines his head to the Lady as he steps back out of the way.