I'l Fana Kelbé (The White Hart) - Save Our Souls
Posted: April 23rd, 2020, 12:46 am
The sun began it's descent, and the shadows started to stretch across the Trade District.
Calem hadn't moved from the bench he'd sat on with Kit earlier, looking out at the harbour and lost in thinking. What had started as a simple walk with the young man had ended with him fleeing. Kit's cryptic warning still echoed in Calem's head: "It's probably better you don't know anything, or we both might end up dead!"
Kit claimed that he'd done something to the elves of the White Hart. The possibility seemed ludicrous - Kit seemed like the type of man that wouldn't hurt a fly. And even if he'd been capable of such malice, going up against the elves of the White Hart would have been a fool's errand. Kit may have been inexperienced, but he was no fool. What had the boy gotten himself wrapped up in? The worry weighed heavy on Calem's heart.
Calem looked out again to the harbour, watching the water wave back and forth and the ships bob slightly in the calm waters. The water moved without care, without stopping. 'Perhaps it's just wiser to leave things alone.' Whatever Kit had done, he was going to have to take responsibility for what he had gotten into. 'Besides, my getting involved may just create more problems for him.' It was a reasonable thought - Kit very clearly didn't want anyone else involved in whatever had happened.
Except Kit was afraid of dying. Kit might get a little panicky sometimes, but he didn't seem the kind of person who would fear for his life needlessly. And if he had indeed done something to upset those elves, even from what little he knew of them, then Kit may really be in danger. 'Should I talk to the Guard?' Calem considered the possibility, but he had no proof or even idea of what was going on, and somehow he doubted that telling them 'My friend may have made some elves upset' was going to get them to do anything.
Calem swung his legs back and forth, looking at the people going to and fro, and then bowed his head and closed his eyes. 'Cecilia... what should I do?' The thought went through his head over and over again, as if she might somehow answer him in his time of trouble. A minute or two passed, the gentle bustle of the crowd the only background noise to his thoughts, but eventually Calem made up his mind. 'Perhaps it would be wiser to just let things be, but if Kit is in danger - real danger - I can't just turn my back.' As the sun in the sky slower set closer, the shadows seemed to stretch a little longer. Calem took a breath, steeling himself, and set off for the White Hart. Maybe if Raen was there, the bard might at least tell him what exactly had happened. The problem however, would be trying to figure out how to figure that out without risking Kit getting into further trouble.
Calem hadn't moved from the bench he'd sat on with Kit earlier, looking out at the harbour and lost in thinking. What had started as a simple walk with the young man had ended with him fleeing. Kit's cryptic warning still echoed in Calem's head: "It's probably better you don't know anything, or we both might end up dead!"
Kit claimed that he'd done something to the elves of the White Hart. The possibility seemed ludicrous - Kit seemed like the type of man that wouldn't hurt a fly. And even if he'd been capable of such malice, going up against the elves of the White Hart would have been a fool's errand. Kit may have been inexperienced, but he was no fool. What had the boy gotten himself wrapped up in? The worry weighed heavy on Calem's heart.
Calem looked out again to the harbour, watching the water wave back and forth and the ships bob slightly in the calm waters. The water moved without care, without stopping. 'Perhaps it's just wiser to leave things alone.' Whatever Kit had done, he was going to have to take responsibility for what he had gotten into. 'Besides, my getting involved may just create more problems for him.' It was a reasonable thought - Kit very clearly didn't want anyone else involved in whatever had happened.
Except Kit was afraid of dying. Kit might get a little panicky sometimes, but he didn't seem the kind of person who would fear for his life needlessly. And if he had indeed done something to upset those elves, even from what little he knew of them, then Kit may really be in danger. 'Should I talk to the Guard?' Calem considered the possibility, but he had no proof or even idea of what was going on, and somehow he doubted that telling them 'My friend may have made some elves upset' was going to get them to do anything.
Calem swung his legs back and forth, looking at the people going to and fro, and then bowed his head and closed his eyes. 'Cecilia... what should I do?' The thought went through his head over and over again, as if she might somehow answer him in his time of trouble. A minute or two passed, the gentle bustle of the crowd the only background noise to his thoughts, but eventually Calem made up his mind. 'Perhaps it would be wiser to just let things be, but if Kit is in danger - real danger - I can't just turn my back.' As the sun in the sky slower set closer, the shadows seemed to stretch a little longer. Calem took a breath, steeling himself, and set off for the White Hart. Maybe if Raen was there, the bard might at least tell him what exactly had happened. The problem however, would be trying to figure out how to figure that out without risking Kit getting into further trouble.