by Lirandel » Tue Nov 13, 2007 3:03 pm
He lit his pipe and pulled. Watching the smoke curl around him with curisosity. He sat watching the dwellers of Bree go to and froh about their business. The smoke tasted spicy, the way he liked it, with a subtle after taste of apples. It always made him think of Adjanah. When she was just a child of 5 summers. Playing hide and seek among the apple trees with her friends. He smiled and pulled from his pipe.
He nodded as a man came walking by his arms full of branches, the man looked oddly at him. As if he never had seen an elf enjoying pipeweed before. Let alone in Bree. Then again it wouldn't be a surprise. His kin was after all too restricted in their ways. But to adopt customs of the other races had its uses in negotiations. This was one of them. Eventhough it was a strange one.
His thoughts turned and swirled like the smoke from his pipe, recapturing the moments that had happened the night before. Sayvara and Haelewulf had barely made it. And even, when he wanted to yell out to her it was a trap from the get go. He knew all to well. That Sayvara, he corrected himself, the Liutenant, had to learn the responsability of being an officer. Ánd by this leader training gain the Thorn's respect. She was headstrong yes. And capable in combat. But during battle she had a hard time fathoming what the other Thorns were capable of. Like Sunniva. This girl had proven ressourceful beyond her years. She had the basic instinct of survival mixed with a clear focus and subtle abilities. But to put Sunniva in a flanking position was not the optimal solution for one of her character. Out in the front, scouting making her abilities count that is where he would have placed her. The girl needed her room to operate. In short... Yes... The Liutenant had trained them, but it was a fatal error not utilizing them correctly. She had to understand the very nature of those she worked with and he had to let her try... And try again... Eventually she would learn from her prior mistakes. Yes... She was headstrong indeed. If all else failed the Thorn would let him know.
His thoughts turned rationally after concluding on the subject. Gwann... So he had been right after all about The lone rider that had been following them for days. Even, when they made the last ride with Tharynien he had been there. He nodded to himself and pulled slowly from the pipe.
Gwann... The assassin was known for his many quirks. Especially the odd behaviour of only killing his marks on the Day of Two Trees. Interesting... An error on his part for sure. It was to state a point. If it derived from personal loss of a person or loss of pride, keyed to that specific day... Time would tell. The Quartermaster in Minas Tirith had spoken of this. But still he had to admit that the assassin had been ressourceful and cunning even when allmost defeated. They could all have been dead. Then again... Would he have killed them? He saved Wulf. Because Wulf apparently in Gwann's twisted sense of logic had honor and courage. He shrugged and pulled on his pipe, eyeing the patrons in front of the Prancing Pony cheering on for the maiden to fetch more ale for their needy throats.
Several mistakes had been made on Gwann's part for sure. If they were concious and if he knew he had made them in the first place. Was an interesting problem. A feint within a feint... Or just filled with animosity and hatred towards himself... Interesting...
He nodded to himself deep in thought as he came to a conclusion about the nature of their new threat.
He would have to urge the Liutenant in the right direction. Then again. The Thorn might do that as well. Either way, her training would have to proceed, whether he liked it or not...
"Boots to asses... Or Imps out the airlock." -Antora Kel - Trooper Vanguard