Sess 28, 229: Can You Hear Me Now?

Count Aldren Haravean, his guard Harlik, and Rangeress Victoria Skyhawk tumble kitchen wards at Ashenfall Manor after a brawl at a local Inn. Much maiming in the name healing ensures, and wakes up a household.


Can You Hear Me Now
Summary: Count Aldren Haravean, his guard Harlik, and Rangeress Victoria Skyhawk tumble kitchen wards at Ashenfall Manor after a brawl at a local Inn. Much maiming in the name healing ensures, and wakes up a household.
OOC Date: 17/03/2014 (OOC)
Related: None
Players:
Aldren Victoria Wenna Caedmon Brendolyn Moira 
Ashenfall Manor Kitchen
Some fancy kitchen
Sess 28, 229.

The Gwyl Dewdrer is a lively time in Greenshire. Folks drink and dance and have all manner of relations they should not. They also brawl. Ask Vic and Aldren. They just trounced the shit out of about a dozen drunkards. The Count walking away fully unscathed. Victorira, ehh, not so much. When she had a mug busted on her pretty little head it took off half her ear and left a large chunk of porceliean embedded in her head. At first glance it just looked like a hell of a cut and after destroying the tavern in Ashenfell, Aldren, Victoria and Harlik lit out of there like common brigands. Whooping all the way as they left the little town in the dust. They shared their perception of the events over and over as they killed a skin of wine on their way back to Ashenfell and the merriment was certainly on high.

Approaching the stables now Aldren is shouting, "Did you see that chap walk right up to me?! 'I says', I says' 'Just a misunderstanding'" The Count lets out a loud laugh, "He didn't not ever see's that foot comin' up ta' his little ones! Hope he aint plannin' on bein no father!" Harlik is laughing as well and it takes a moment for them to notice that Vic is slumped over in her saddle, unconcious and bleeding badly from her head above her half an ear. Harlik sees first. He starts to try to get the Counts attention and eventually has to shout, "Aldren! Victoria, look." Aldren goes white. "Fuck my wretched life." Descending now he runs up to the woman to examine her. "Gods…" He pulls a small knife from his belt and dislodges the chunk of ceramic from her head, causing the bleeding to increase. He throws the woman over his shoulder and rushes inside now to the kitchen. Laying her down on the ground, well, more dropping her heavily he now tells Harlik, "That kettle, throw some more wood under it! Fucking now man!" Harlik stops, possibly the most sober of them all. "I will fetch your sister." Aldren looks to him quickly, "NO!" Harlik shrugs and gets the fire roaring. Aldren now rips off his cloak and gets on top of her, his knees on her shoulders so she can't squirm when he goes to stop the bleeding. He has seen the Wenna do this a hundred times. Pice of cake. He hands the knife over and his guard gets it red hot. He takes it back and moving her head to the side gently he lines up the shot. His toungue is sticking out of his mouth and concentration is thick in his double vision. Slowly he goes for the wound with the scorching steel.

Woops…Thats gonna leave a mark he thinks as he hits /below/ the ear and he and Harlik are so drunk they even laugh! Assholes! Victoria pry now screams and snaps back into it. "Hold still woman!" He shouts. "For yer' own good!" Now the knife goes back and luckily he finds the mark….Good thing he straddled her so. The smell of burnt flesh hangs thick in the air now, but the bleeding has stopped! Success. Not a great success, or even a good one, but she will live, and has a snazzy new hair style. She will thank him in the morning, he is sure of it. Rolling off her now he looks to Harlik. "Perhaps you should fetch Wenna afterall" His head is bobbing back and forth and his eyes are surely glazed over. This is the stuff blackouts are made of ;)

—-

"FUCK A DUCK!" Victoria does /not/ scream. Victoria is a curser when injured/maimed, and a series of hissing curses will drift from her lips as she suddenly finds her cheek burned to shit with that blade dropped upon it, a curdling of flesh occurring which will bubble up almost immediately, the pain absolutely mindboggling — it's then that her vision, as hazy as it is, is clearing up a little enough to see a ceiling above her and Aldren pinning her with his knees with a knife that - "FUUUCCCCCCK YOU ALLDDREEEEN HARAVEAN." Was that loud? That might have been loud. Because as hair singes away and her ear is cauterized to her damned head. Did he roll? Screw that, the man was bucked off with a sharp shift up of her hips and a kick of knees in the air to send him off, "TRYING to OFF me for that bloody RENDEN AREN'T YOU. I'LL KILL YOU AND THAT OLD GOAT!" She hollers out, "AND YOU GUYS TOO!" Pointing, blearily, to the multitude of figures that are created from alcohol …massive blood loss, the woman quite pale, not her usual lovely tan, "I'll …rip out your guts and nuts and twist them 'round your necks and 'ave you all …gone before you get me!"

Victoria is up …sorta of, onto her knees, a hand on the floor to steady her as she yells out her threats.

—-

A young scullery maid of no more than eight years overhears the commotion in the kitchen. She comes to the door and cautiously opens it to peer into the room. Another peers over the first one's head. "By the Eight!" the little one acclaims. She glances upward to the girl behind and above her, who appears to be her older sister.

The taller girl stares with wide eyes at the two men and woman, but only for a moment. Then she looks down at her sibling and suggest, in a low, wary voice that is almost a whisper, "Let's go. It's the count, and none of our business what he's doing at this hour." Her hands curl on the shoulders of the smaller girl, and starts to pull her back from the doorway. "Beg pardon, milord," she apologizes.

—-

Harlik has since found his way up to Wenna's room and made no issue of barging in on her and Caedmon. "Ahem…We…need a healer." He says begrudgingly to any who might have awoke. Though he can't see anything. Possibly a good thing since Wenna left the tavern earlier on the high of dancing .

—-

Hollaring is still happening within the kitchen, Victoria stumbling around trying to find a weapon to fend off Aldren. So far all she's managed is a day old loaf of bread which gets bandied about before she gives it a good huck towards the count, "C'MERE! I'll …take yer laughin'. …tongue out of your maw!”

—-

The rangeress sends Aldren flying off. Landing flat on his back and after he tells Harlik to get his sister he tries to sit up. His hands slipping on the stone floor and him falling back on his back. Rolling over he stands now, its a struggle, and he listens to Vic. "Huh?" All he manages after all the screaming. He steadies himself on a table now, looking good for all of two seconds before he slids down it, his hands taking out a good dozen pots and pans, plates and such falling to the floor and breaking along with the Count. "Uhhh.." He babbles as he rolls over again and works back to standing. "Victoria…Are you still bleeding?" The bread smacks him in the face now and it as if it were a hammer. To the ground he goes again!

—-

At this hour they are asleep and Wenna is lying underneath a linen sheet cuddled up against her husband. Her long hair is down in a single braid. Despite being on her side she is snoring softly and this time she is not drooling on her husband's chest. Instead she is using her pillow as a pillow. The room is warm and it is quiet upstairs in the guest rooms away from the kitchen, the shuttered windows are open and the cool fresh night air mixes with the warmth of the room. On her side of the bed there are crutches leaning against the bed.

—-

The commotion from downstairs rouses Caedmon from his peaceful sleep, and when Harlik barges into the room, Caedmon bolts to sit upright in the bed. He is shirtless, and in his right hand is a slender but effective dagger that the Voice grabbed as soon as the man entered. Although the room is dark, his white hair still catches and reflects what little light is there. "Trouble?" he guesses. When Harlik gasps that they need a healer, Caedmon nods. He reaches to wake Wenna and glances toward the door. "We'll be there. Give us time to dress." Then he questions, "Is it Aldren? By the gods, if anyone has hurt him …" He growls. Again, he shakes Wenna and she starts to climb out of her stupor. Caedmon leaves the bed, steps into his breeches, and pulls a tunic over his head. Then he grabs the loose under-gown that Wenna dropped onto a chair. He helps her into that, carefully placing his body between her and Halrik so that the man will not see while he helps his wife with her leg. Soon, she is ready. "Go ahead," he urges. "I'll carry her. I've done it often enough in the castle. Go!" And soon they have clambered down the stairs and come into the kitchen.

—-

RAAAAAH. Actually, Victoria has for but a moment run out of some steam, leaned in against a counter, unawares of all the knives within reach, which is good for Aldrens sake, indeed, as she continues to lamely toss bread. Her ear is melted against the side of her head which is singed off on the right side, cheek badly burned in a line, already angrily turned a red with black spots in it, flesh curdled away. Whew. She'll wave a spoon, buckled back against the counter, struggling to keep her eyes open, "Flay …skin from your …eyes and ….I'll ..feed them to …ducklings …you …bersterd …buggery…."

—-

Aldren lands flat on his arse after the day old bread smacks him in his face. "Gods damnit all, you she-bitch!" He struggles again to his feet now, stumbling back into the pans that hang in the kitchen. His head smacking hard and making a loud sound that echos through the halls of Ashenfell manor. The Count falls again, a large pot coming down and landing on his head. Another CRASH is heard and it knocks him silly. Standing now innebriation sets in as he thinks someone turned out the lights! With his arms out in a feeling for stuff way and the pot over his head. "Fuck me Umbra!" The words have a funny ring from inside the cookery as they escape. Tripping on the cloak on the ground now he stumbles forth right at the out of steam Victoria!

—-

Her arms are wrapped around Caedmon neck as he carriers her and her eyes are still drooping with fatigue. She winces as they enter into the kitchen. "Ouch," she rubs the top of her head as she blinks furiously. It is that greeting and the greeting of colorful metaphors coming from Victoria that add to the delightful symphony of chaos that is happening in the kitchen. She blinks as she look at Victoria then she looks at her brother right hand man and then the man of the hour himself who is sitting there with heavy pot on his head. Her gaze goes back to Victoria. "By the gods what in the oblivion happened to you?" She waits for Caedmon to set her down before he moves towards the woman.

—-

"That idiot donkey brother of yours—" Victoria will breathe, keeping her spoon raised towards the Count with the pot upon his head, "…is trying to kill me." Aldrens all for no titles right? Because Vic will give him plenty of that. With weak knees she'll try to stumble forwards to try for a dash towards the man, but it ends up more like a drunken swoon that has her crumpling down, "…S'earth ..movin' …" Woop, down she goes, hard onto her knees, flopping forwards, trying to do a nice mud crawl towards Aldren now, "I …beg pardon …but …he's not gonna git me first." Well, he already did. Tink. There goes the spoon skittering towards the floor to aldren, "HE cut my face off! MY FACE." At the very least it felt like it.

—-

Caedmon glances upward when Wenna's head thumps the doorframe, but his attention os primarily on maneuvering her into the room He lowers her to her feet while Victoria is attempting to explain the situation in her slurred tones. "Joys of the festival, eh?" he chuckles. He looks at Victoria for a moment. Then he predicts, "You'll need plenty of water and your kit, love." He glances to Harlik and asks, "Can you keep these two from killing each other while I go back upstairs?" he nods to Victoria and then Aldren in reference.

—-

Aldren lands heavily again, apparently, and the pot goes flying off his head, more calamour added to the kitchen and resounding down the halls. He smiles when he sees his sister, not really knowing whats going on. The time in the pot felt like an eternity. Then he hears Vic and he frowns, sudden realisation hitting him after a moment. "Oh!!!! Vic. She us' gonna die! I saved her!" He sounds quite proud of himself now and struggles again to his feet. "Look! Look." Now he is right over the poor woman pointing at her head. "I catterassed! Just like you's posed' to!”

—-

Snork. Snort. Nnzzzzzttt. Kzzztttt. What's that? Victoria has passed out, burned cheek and ear down on the floor, blood pooled and drying as she suddenly does one of those fun drunken pass outs, aided by the current loss of blood and shock from being BURNED ALIVE. Snork. Snnkkktttt. Limbs all akimbo, long dark hair piled over her head, bzzzzzt.

—-

The kitchen is an utter mess. There is blood spilt about the floor and all over Aldren and Victoria. No less than fifty pots and pans are littered across the floor while the cooking fire is blazing away. Servants now are scuttling to the doors to peer inside at the mess and see what all the racket is about. Giggles and gasps are heard now escaping the halls and a few of the younger ones are scurrying about. News ravels fast. Even in the latenight/ early morning hours.

—-

Brendolyn stumbles downstairs, adjusting her robe as she yawns and heads toward the source of the noise. Her eyes go wide at the sight of blood and the mess and she halts her steps suddenly, "Holy crap on a cracker what have you done?!" she yelps toward her brother, it has to be his fault. She was with him on one of his tavern nights, she should know. "Who is hurt, how bad is it?" she asks, rubbing her eyes as she presses further into the room,sniffing, what is that awful smelllll? "What are you burning? Were you trying to cook?!”

—-

Caedmon is already approaching the door when the young lady arrives. After the servants part for her, he shoos them with his hands and shakes his head. "Clogging the door won't help matters. Please, go back to bed if you can." He nods to the Bren and explains, "Mistress Skyhawk needs help, Brendolyn. Did you bring your medical kit? If not, I'm on my way to fetch Wenna's if you didn’t."

—-

Wenna looks at Victoria and she gaining a quick understanding of the situation. Her lips her now pursed. "Victoria, we need to get you to the sick room. Bren, I need your to get our brother to bed." Her gaze goes to Caedmon next. "I need your help with Mistress Victoria." She barks out a series of orders.

—-

Stepping sedately into the kitchen is Moira, hair unbound, dressing gown wrapped around her. Fussing at her hair is Kayla, who is told "As soon as I see what this ruckus is, then you may braid it back".

From the opposite side of the kitchen, from the hallway that leads to, what's this?, the Healing Room, comes Sarai, Moira's old Nanny and teacher. One of the servants finally was able to make their escape to get Sarai from her rest in the room she's been using offside the sick room. Moira on the right, Sarai on the left and….Wenna in the middle. The trap is set.

—-

Aldren remains hovering over Victoria as she passes out. Pointing at his first ever medical procedure! "See?!?! See?!?! She's a bleedin! Well, not no more's" He still seems quite proud of himself. PErhaps he did do good, sort of… With Brens arrival he looks past Wenna to his little sister. "Bren! Lool, I saved Vic from some's drunkards!" He wobbles to oand fro' and straightens up from the semi-crouched posistion he used to scream as he pointed. He gains a big grin now at the sight of his wife and Sarai. "Girls! Help Victoria! Shes hurt!" His head droops down and he leans against the table again, knees buckling before he falls on top of poor Victoria.

'In all me' times
In all the lands
I'd never seen
A larger man!"

Drunken song now escapes him in his moment of triumph! He loves his rangers, see all that he does for them! Now he can take his skills to the battle field as well! What other Lord can boast of such healing abilities!

—-

Brendolyn looks to Caedmon and nods her head, then Wenna is giving her list of orders and Bren nods to Caedmon, "Or that.." she says, grinning just slightly. Yes, she'll do what Wenna says. She glances to Aldren and sighs, "What have you done..hmm?" she asks him, as she moves near him to try to guage how much help he will need walking. She lurches for him when he starts to fall then blinks and crouches to push him off of Victoria, "Aldren!" she yelps at him then waves a hand toward a couple of guards to help her pull him up or drag him away from the wounded ranger.

—-

Victoria is crushed. CRUSHED. Air will usher out of her noisily as it's compressed out from Aldrens big assed hulking body falling on her, dead weight of his drunken self crushing down. And a crack. Oh, that'd be a rib. Or two. And that squeak? That is a semi-conscious Victoria, and that would have been a scream, but with the air she's got, squeak. As Brendolyn helps to move the ass off of her the Rangers head will lift from the floor, skin peeled away with it, adrenaline and all ushering away that nice bit of buzz she did have, "C-come …come along …they said ..f-f-fun …said …liesssss." Battle? Battle? Is there battle brewing elsewhere? Because Victoria's getting the brunt of her injuries from her employer out here.

—-

Caedmon inclines his head to Wenna when she appraises the situation and begins to vocalize a plan. He changes direction and heads toward the young ranger. He moves toward Victoria, but not before Aldren collapses over her. The guards are quick to move the almost dead weight. Once they have Aldren out of the way, he kneels beside the ranger and murmurs to her, "Mistress. it's Caedmon. We need to move you to the sick room so that Wenna can look after you. Don't fret. We'll be careful and she'll do all that she can for you." Then he reaches to scoop her from the floor so that he can carry her to the sick room.

—-

Stopping and assessing the situation, Moira simply…sighs. This, of course, gives Kayla time to hurriedly twist Moira's hair into a hasty yet, loose and well made braid, as she puts her hands on her hips. "Gentlemen," glancing at the guards who Bren garnered the assistance of, "If you could see my lord to a position of safety and distance from the goodwoman," while Sarai merely purses her lips and moves to Wenna's side to offer her, her assistance for now. A quiet gesture after a glance at Moira, has the servants beginning to make some semblance of order in the kitchens. Then Moira gives a gratefull nod to Caedmon as she draws closer,

—-

"Brother listen to the guard or you will have a headache in the morning." Wenna grumbles as she turns on her heel to follow any who are leaving this room and heading towards the sick room. Her steps are cumbersome and slow but she moves quickly for her. She continues to walk and she is just shaking her head at her brother she also cannot help but rub her head.

—-

Bre is a fit little girl and with the guards help her roll gets Aldren flailing off Vic, arms in the air like he was jumping off a cliff. Pry helps he was trying to stand and it only lends to the, "WWWHHHHHOOO!" He shouts as he spins and lands on his face. His hands going palm down on the floor he starts to push himself up again as the guards get some hands under his arms. "Tha' fuck off me!" He shouts and they begrudgingly comply. He stands straight now, adjusting his blood soaked garments, some of Vic's, some of the townsfolks. Harlik is standing in the corner now and he was going to help but now he will just slink out the hallway door if nobody notices him. His eyes are on Sarai and a tale or two from Kayla has the man praying she does not notice him. Aldren now looks at his sister. "I on't listen to noone!" He says defiantly and lordly with his hair all messed up and certainly not looking the part in his common clothes. He starts to stumble off on his own now, staggering out the door of the kitchen, not looking as if he will make it either.

—-

Brendolyn stands up and frowns at Aldren then when Victoria draws herself upward she icks at the sight of the bloody flesh not staying where flesh stays. "Sure you don't.." she mutters at Aldren then moves to follow him, guards in tow, when he goes down they'll be there to drag him to his bed.

—-

Victoria is swept up and off to the sick room, "Why …do you always …talk me like I not knowing you." Murble, murble, Vic's words in response to Caedmon, "I'mma …kick …his ass …."

—-

"Mistress, we usually meet when you've found some trouble, like that mess at the Bard's Tale," Caedmon replies with a hint of dark amusement in his voice. "You'll have your chance to kick things later. For now, you'll heal and rest. I'm sure that he'll hear from his sisters and the countess as well." Adjusting her weight in his arms, he follows Wenna toward the sick room. While he plods after her, he murmurs a quiet prayer to Sheat on the ranger's and Wenna's behalf.

—-

Moira stops the guards and Bren, to take a closer look at Aldren for a moment. Brushing the hair from his eyes, even with her look of displeasure, "Please try to NOT have him sick up all over everything. And the boots do not go in the center of the floor." A glance at Bren, and an amused quirk of the lips, "And sister, how did you manage to escape these festivities?"

Harlik did not escape, Sarai glanced at his back as he was leaving, raising an eyebrow at her daughter as she follows the injured to the sick room.

—-
Yes, pray for her face to be spared, "I know …feel like yer my mum …always …bad moments." Oh man, she forgot about the Bards Tale. But which night was he there? So many bad nights there …and great nights ..that ended badly. Victoria will get helped inside, no doubt set down upon a cot for examination and hopefully keen hands that can fix her face so she doesn't look like a leper.

—-

The Count is doing a fairly good job on his way out the kitchen. "I on' get sick on nothin'!" He shouts over his shoulder. Halfway down the hall he turns a 180 and face first into the guards and Bre. "Wheres Victoria?! She's hurt! We have to help her!" He struggles against the guards or the sis or whover shouting, "Sh's a bleeding!"

—-

Reaching out Wenna places a hand on the Victoria's figure as they walk slowly into the sick area. Her touch is light. Her back is to the others and once they reach where they need to be she hunts down apron. Aldren's voice causes her to pause and she winces. She then stops what she is doing for a moment as she gets glazed look in her eyes and she grows little pale.

—-

Brendolyn frowns, "We are helping her, you are not!" she says firmly to her brother. She nods to Moira at her instruction and then pushes at Aldren, "Go on now, you can't help her, you're drunk off your ass and doing more harm than good here," she says.

—-

Caedmon chuckles at Victoria's words. They are within a step of the bed. He waits while another servant turns back the blankets. "Even rangers need someone to watch their backs," he comments. "You fought well against that lord who tried to intimidate you." Once the blankets are back, he gently lays her on the bed. "You'll rest now. Wenna and I will stay here to see to you. You've served all of us well. You certainly deserve that much." He glances over to his wife when she pauses for a moment. Then he steps over to her side, gently squeezes her arm with his hand, and whispers a few words to her.
Caedmon mutters to Wenna, "… looks ugly, but you… talents that… don't… I'll… need… pair…"

—-

Victoria feels pain slipping away from her, and she'll oh, chuckling faintly, "I think I'm dying …" She'll murmur, she knows the feeling, that wonderful feeling of pain slipping away, "But …I remember …I wanted to bite his tongue out." Oh yes, she remembers. And so her eyes will close as she chuckles, hands splaying across her abdomen, breathing shallow with those ribs of hers but she's not dying. She feels super light headed though. Kinda high. One eye will open and she'll turn her head to eye the pair, "Hey. Hey. Hey." Whispered, "Keep the smoochies outta here.”

—-

Wenna frowns and nods to Caedmon once she shakes herself mentally out of her head. She looks at Victoria and she begins to assess the damage. While she works she mutters to Caedmon.
Wenna mutters to Caedmon, "Bloody… what… and… it…. need… and… of…"

—-

Victoria's got a badly burned right cheek, with the burn extending up below her ear from Aldrens first attempt, and her ear is melted like candlewax in against her scalp and hair mixed in the mess, and a deep gash from where the mug splintered into her head. She begins to giggle, an odd sound, the woman feeling suddenly …good, "You two …smoochiying. I …there this is this guy …I think I'm in the L word with him …is so …not going to touch me now." Chuckling darkly, her broken ribs expanding as she breathes but she feels fiiinnne.

—-
Caedmon returns to the bed in time to hear Victoria's murmured confession of love. He smiles and touches her arm. Speaking more familiarly than he usually does, he assures, "Victoria, if he loves you, your scars won't matter. He'll look past them or he'll look at them and love you /for/ them. Then you'll know that his love is truer than most." He casts a quick, sidelong glance to Wenna and smiles. "You would know better than I about the lessons, love, but healing requires a clear head, not one muddled.”

—-

Victoria didn't say love! She said the L word! It could mean anything. Like ..Like! Licentious. Likely licentious, truly, knowing her, "Wh- love?" Oh, a giggle, "I /like/ him. Love is a lie." Silly goose, "Love …is ..the stuff they pop into your head when you're all small, and then when you're older, you realize …you realize the Gods are asshats and really …hate you." Mmmhmm. So she shall never love again, to spare those she loves from dying, "And it's all dust and daggers. And tiny fae with sharp teeth." Rabble rabble.

—-

And as Victoria curses the heartless, moronic, string pulling and falsely worshipped gods in a fashion that would make Aldren proud he is no where about. Getting pushed up the stairs, kinda going himself now with his sister and Moira, a few guards pry as well so no pregnant girls are doing too much work.

"I saved Victoria, shesssas ding, dyin's, she dwas' dyin'!" Aldren exclaims like a hero.

—-

Caedmon smiles and shakes his head when Victoria objects to the thought of love. "Even if it's 'like,' if he won't look past your scars to see the soul behind them, he's not a friend worth defending or protecting," Caedmon conlcudes with a firm nod. "for now, don't fret about it. You should rest while the healers work." Again, he looks to Wenna and offers her a warm smile.

"Rest," Caedmon repeats, patting Victoria's arm before he steps back from the bed. He looks to Wenna and he nods. "I'll see that they're settling Aldren into bed, and then come back in case you need me."

—-

"My love I will." Wenna reaches out to touch Caedmon's hand before he leaves and she turns her attention back to Victoria. The wound is leaned and the burns soothed with ointments. The bleeding controlled.

—-

IT'S A BEAUTIFUL THING! With what one could call the 'magical' hand of Wenna, Victoria is tended to - while she won't walk away scot free, she does indeed manage to get away with lessened wounds. Hair has been cut away from were Aldren butchered it, ear carefully pried away from her scalp and while it's no longer a pretty ear it's not plastered to her skull. Everything has been stitched, and bandaged, carefully poulticed and all that jazz. And no pain felt at all, in fact the young Ranger has managed to fall asleep with the tender ministrations of the expert healer. In the morning Victoria will wake up with very little memory but hearing plenty of tales from servants and others alike, hearing of a bloody wild night that pales in comparison to the real thing and how Aldren heroically saved her after she saved him from a round of Bandits! He carried her miles and miles back, saving his new ranger, others claim Renden tried to kill her in a fit of jealous rage, worried she'd steal the Counts affection for him, unrequited love there. Others will tell it plainly, lot of them idiots took up in an Inn, got drunk and pummeled through a bar full of patrons, she took one to the head, the ear was kicked about a bit with it ended up being found that morning pickled in a mug of beer, completely useless to be patched in again. But no, no - HEROICS.

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