Umbra 37, 228: Obtaining Orders

Obtaining Orders
Summary: The Ranger Araltaidan seeks out Tyrel for information as well as orders as concerns the abduction of the Lady Nimue. He is directed to follow up with Captain Laine.
OOC Date: 10/11/2013 (OOC)
Related: None for Aralt previously, otherwise logs pertaining to the Lady Nimue's abduction.
Tyrel Araltaidan 
Crown Prince's Office, Darfield Castle
A man's room. This spacious room is graced with a gorgeous view of the ocean. Three tall windows, topped with gorgeous stained glass look out over the harbour to east, and the ocean below. Dominating it is a truly massive, oaken desk, topped with assorted bits of small statuary and objects of art. The desk is ornately carved with an elegant vine pattern. Behind it is a rather grandiose throne of a chair, carved in a somewhat gothic style. What isn't wood is covered in black leather secured by silver studs. In front of the desk is a cluster of smaller black-leather chairs. The hardwood floor is covered in a thick purple rug with silver trim. A few silver candelabras spaced about the room in addition to a few wrought-iron wall sconces provide plenty of light. The walls are paneled two thirds of the way up the wall with a dark cherry wood. From there on up they are painted purple, and about a foot from the ceiling is silver stenciling. On one side of the room, a bookshelf lines the wall, from floor to ceiling. The shelf is filled with books from all across Daeren. A door leads to a private room for the Prince.
Umbar 37th, 228

Tyrel is seated on the large throne like chair, several scrolls wait for him on his left but his attention for this brief break in his day is directed towards a chess board on his right. Sir Roane, knight of the Rioga, stands with Tyrel's personal guard just outside the doorway. An assistant greets Araltaidan and confirms his business and appointment, offers refreshment, then shows him into the Prince's Office.

The Ranger steps into the Crown Prince's office wearing his usual garb with his hood back, dark head bared and wearing only a dagger - for his sword and bow he's left elsewhere for this meeting. Refreshment is politely declined. Once within, Araltaiden lays his hand to his chest and inclines his head slightly, "My Prince Marshal." A pause, then gets right to the point, "I have returned from the north and submitted my reports. I have heard the Rangers are called to seek the Lady Nimue Forrester. I seek details and orders, Young Majesty." Aralt does not seek to take a seat unless he is so directed.

Tyrel rises as the Ranger enters returning the salute then seats himself again and gestures for Araltaiden to sit as well. "For the finer details seek out Captain Laine and those men that were first on the scene of the attack, what details I have is that the Lady went stargazing in the gardens where she and her guards were set upon by a sizeable force of kidnappers. The ambush took at least one of the guards entirely by surprise and the others fell taking only an even number of the kidnappers with them, so these are men with no mean skills." He turns to the side never quite letting the ranger out of his sight as he reaches for several slate tablets. "I've assigned several of the Rioga and foot to join the cities patrols to give the populace a sense of security and to prevent such behavior from spreading. The Captain believes that the kidnappers are already outside of the city. I've engaged the main force of the rangers to move quietly through the woods looking for them as we do not believe that the Lady's safe return would be ensured by the ransom, nor do we wish to encourage such actions by rewarding them." He sets one of the slates on the table pushing it towards Araltaidan. The slate is carved with a map of the city and surrounding lands and small chalk dots and lines indicate the movement of the troops and the rangers. "As soon as your outstanding duties are seen to and you have rested as you require I wish you to join those rangers searching for the Lady. Our leads thus far are the kidnapping itself, that the kidnappers are close enough to the city to deliver a ransom note and to expect us to deliver the ransom where they can retrieve it. We believe the Lady was alive at the time when they severed one of her fingers as proof of their serious nature but we have no information beyond that as to her health or condition." He looks to Araltaiden for questions thus far.

Araltaidan takes the seat when indicated and is relaxed as he listens. He leans forward to reach out and take the slate when offered, looking over where his fellows have thus far been deployed. "I will find the Watch Captain." A brief pause as he keeps his baritone low, "The party is being tracked, as well as the one whom brought the ransom letter? How many days have elapsed since she was taken, my Prince Marshal?"

Tyrel says "It has been some four days since she was taken, a day and a half since the ransom arrived. I understand that the trail from the kidnapping was lost after they discovered a scrap of cloth at a house they waited in before sneaking out of the city. I have not heard word back yet on the tracking efforts of those that brought the ransom."

The slate is put back on Tyrel's desk with care not to knock it against any of the many fine things laid upon it's surface. The Ranger is quiet as he absorbs these details, listening. "I wish I was here when these events transpired. It can't be helped. I will go and look around the gardens as well as this house, though the trail be much trampled and days old now. Was anyone else taken with the Lady, or only herself? And, is there anything else I should ere I go?" Araltaiden is not a man to waste his Prince's time with idle discussion without invitation.

Tyrel considers for a few moments then shakes his head, "Little else save that encourage you to use all methods at your disposal. I did not wish to give voice to the notion in gentle company but we have hounds that track well by scent, and between the note and the finger we have scent aplenty." He steeples his fingers in front of himself, "I have been advised that it would be unwise to panic the kidnappers while they might do damage to the Lady that has not already been done. I wish it made clear, however, that once the Lady's safety has been assured, or we have confirmed that she cannot be saved, that I wish the torments of Inouv and Oblivion to seem pleasant compared to the anguish those responsible will feel, and I wish for all who would consider such actions in the future to be entirely aware of the outcome."

Araltaidan gives a faint, slow nod to these points, "Understood. As … I am from Skyforrest myself, I have no desire to see the Lady Nimue come to any further harm, if possible. Very wise not to do anything to encourage bold men to think such action might be allowed to serve their purposes in the future." Not that Tyrel necessarily cares one bit what the Ranger's personal opinion might be upon such matters. Araltaiden moves to stand, "I will keep you and the Captain informed of anything I can find out, my Prince Marshal. Thank you." He makes no move to depart until he's certain he is dismissed to do so.

Tyrel rises and salutes, dismissing Araltaidan formally, "I've the impression that accolades do not suit men in your position, Ranger, be aware however that the family of the crown does not ignore or forget those services rendered discretely."

Araltaidan returns the fist to his heart salute to Tyrel and smiles faintly, "I have no need of them, aye. Service to House Kilgour is reward enough, my Prince. I have never been disappointed in it. We shall find her." With that, he turns and quietly removes himself from Tyrel's office.

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