Padraig looked down at the object before him. His “Eyes everywhere”, Ana stood by and spoke as his gaze still held the object. “It is true lord, they are moving south even as we speak. I found this in the woods around Cohasset . There was a camp fire not long cold and the prints of light horses and soft booted feet.” Padraig lifted the object now and spun it in his fingers. Lightly he sniffed it, “Perfume sweet and cloying. Could it be heralds moving south to attempt to negotiate one last time with the Baroness?” Ana looked at him now, cool blue eyes meeting the old badger’s ice ones. “Nay lord, I checked into the market stalls around the town. All the cloth merchants have raised the price of lace considerably in the last two weeks. It’s more than doubled.” Padraig nodded. “Then it must be true…" He released the large feather he held in his fingers and it lightly drifted to the table top once more."They march. Sound the alarums about the Barony and send word to our banner men and send riders to warn the Baroness. Carolingia marches on Smoking Rocks!!" https://facebook/events/179445432207739/
Posted on: Wed, 12 Jun 2013 14:38:02 +0000
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