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Mimi moves to join Domini at the window, curious and fearful at the same time. When she sets eyes on the stranger rider, she studies it for what little good it will do from inside the Manor.
"I've heard stories. An old, old, very old witch employed Riders, one of them Black. Suppose they all look black at night. In service to the Crone, the once humans became something more... eternal. If the stories were true, the last one was a female sellsword. Probably eternally grumpy, if she had to obey the witch..."
Mimi turns back to her boys. "You sure you don't want to follow it? Might be a messenger, being all alone. The horse might be a problem, but the Manor continues to get way too much attention."
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”Yeah, if it’s a messenger, it can come and knock on the door.” Flemming begins with a grin, ”But I rather think it’s more nefarious, as in your old stories. This is a place of old stories I think.”
He’ll keep watch for his shift and get some sleep, ready in the morning.
Assuming morning comes, and they don’t investigate the dark figure, Flemming mulls over their options. ”Since we’re here, let’s check out the trail this morning. Then spend the rest of the morning and early afternoon helping the town with the church, then the late afternoon, and maybe supper, with the traveler’s camp. What do you think?” he turns to the others for their opinions.
"I've heard stories. An old, old, very old witch employed Riders, one of them Black. Suppose they all look black at night. In service to the Crone, the once humans became something more... eternal. If the stories were true, the last one was a female sellsword. Probably eternally grumpy, if she had to obey the witch..."
Borracho spits, nodding.
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The morning, Borracho takes some time with his special book to begin his morning preparations that usually take an hour. It's hard to tell if he's reading or just looking at the pictures, or admiring his own hands.
Maybe he's just memorizing poetry, as his many beautiful womens fans seem to like poetry.
And he will apply some nice smelling cologne today, he just feels he needs it to be his most Borrachoest.
"Flemming, yes, you are wise as Borracho had thought for the same plans for this day. When you and the others are ready, we should do exactly that."