[HQ Ignorance] Re : Scene 61: The King and Queen of Seshnela

[Nic Hughes]

Loran wrote:
> During the travel, Azhur observed the strange behavior of Aalmon and worried. Visibly, the rider was deeply affected by the mourning of his weird brother and more and more Azhur feared that his friend commited some desesperate act against himself.
> He took SwordSinger with him and told:
> - "Dear companion, our friend Aalmon seems to deeply need help and support. Caught into diplomatic matters, I fear to leave him alone when he will need it at most. Could you please keep a close eye on him and make sure that he will not fall in despair and make some foolish act to forget his sorrow for ever ? Your merry songs may help him to find a way to see light where he seems to be lost in darkness."
> Since this moment, Swordsinger put his steps into Aalmon's ones and tried to reduce his burden with gentle attention and watchfulness, keeping a close eyes on him, specially cautious about alcohol and moments where despair generally stroke.
>   

Aalmon listened to the introduction that Swordsinger gave, sipping 
gently on a cup of wine "My, my, I never knew that Humakti are such 
comedians, but its a grim joke indeed is it not? So my dear friend the 
future king is worried that I dwell too much on death and need lifting 
out of my mood of despair. Of all the people in his new kingdom he 
chooses one unique man to take my mind off death and to chear me up, the 
grim worshipper of the death god. With such thoughtful friends one can 
never want for enemies, eh?

Now I mean no insult to you or your god but I have more than had my fill 
of death and the presence of a death cultist rather sets my nerves on 
edge. I need no bodyguard and you are no nursemaid or gentle healer of 
the soul. If you feel the need to watch out for me then do it from far 
away where your presence will not disturb me, so that I neither see you 
nor hear you. Although with your master immersed in politics beyond his 
understanding I suspect he needs a bodyguard more than I do."

He picked up a scruffy grimoire he had taken from the fallen wizard and 
began flicking through the pages. Seeing the warrior still stood there 
he waved a hand in his general direction

"Thank you. Dismissed."

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Nic

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