This post is broken into separate pieces, each focused on one character. Everything I put here is public within the team – you all know all this, based on conversations, being around the compound, reading the news, and so on. Respond through the comments to your character’s storyline, how you play a part in the storyline of another, or however you’d like to add something. If this gets too confusing – if there are too many comments – I’ll start another post. Let me know if this format works for you.
Flet was ordered to see a Jorasco healer for an exam, based on the information in the report from the team, and the report from the Lyrandar boat crew. The team’s report played down his coughing fits and seeming sickness, but when investigated a bit it was decided to interview the skiff captain, who provided a more detailed account of what happened. Almost a week went by before the exam was ordered, and Tarleton arranged for Flet to see Thurber, a halfling who’s discretion regarding Flet’s race had been counted on in the past. The exam is tomorrow, and Tarleton has made it very clear that the changeling must go – this after his having missed previous appointment for what the dwarf thought were shabby excuses. The normally stoic supervisor has become mildly irritated with Flet, and wants to be able to close the book on this issue, get a clean bill of health, and put his team back on the active list. The appointment – which will include an extensive physical and possibly arcane examination – is mid-morning, tomorrow.
Fenn has been training, and spending some time – uncharacteristically – within his own House’s sector of the compound. Tharashk members are a mixed lot when it comes to socializing with those of the other houses: some are gregarious and popular; others stick to their own kind and avoid those of the older, more dogmatic houses. Fenn has learned that his great uncle on his mother’s side has taken ill, and may not live. It’s a long way back to the Shadow Marches, but family is extremely important.
Arko!, being a hero and all, has been busy practicing his skills with sword and spell, and regaling others of his exploits in and around the Mournland. Library scholars, despite his haughty tone, have taken an interest in him and have sat for a few informal interviews, seeking to gain knowledge about the shattered land that was Cyre. Even though Arko! is happy to give them his time, he has found himself tiring a bit of their questions about his team mate, Flet, and his part in their work within the Mists.
Mishka, realizing his foolish mistake in trusting Roath in public, has been faced with the knowledge that, likely, most everyone knows what happened, and yet no one will talk of it. The tension in a room increases when he enters, as others see him without looking, and judge without speaking a word. Everybody does it, but doing it discretely is the only way to get away with it. He realizes that what might have worked in a mixed, detached unit on a distant front during the war clearly is not acceptable in ‘polite’ society. And yet he sees her once or twice each day around the large compound…and she always seems to wink, or smile in his direction. Maybe she’s trapped, too…