The Possibility of Salvage.

[Carnath-Emory]

This is how it begins: in the quietest hours of the early morning, and with no ceremony whatsoever. This is humble Myrken Wood, after all, which does not much indulge in such things -- and these two are, in some ways, humble people.

They don't assemble parades for cartographers and disgraced guards.

So Burnie will be summoned by nothing more particular than the thud of a fist upon his door, and a narrow body lent against its 'frame for a time. By a second of the same, if he's not swung the thing open by then already, and:

"Glenn Burnie! Ruin awaits, and we've a long ride to reach it. Fetch your doughty self and let us be gone."

This has the vague ring of something her sister might say, and so strikes Ariane as quite fitting their circumstances. Does he mean to reply, this unfortunate map-maker? It might well be to her back, for the woman did not disguise her eagerness, and is already moved for the stairs. Below, a grey and humid morning awaits, and horses which stamp in their stalls, having found such restlessness infectious.

[Ace]

Thankfully, warning had been provided to him the night before. That had not been a night of drink, not a night of arguments with people far more stubborn than he, not a night of anything but a bit of information, some surely wayward planning, and then sleep. For some reason he slept well this last night. It was likely for fear of how she might push him if he did not.

Still, being woken from your half-asleep daze by a woman with a sword yelling to you about ruin was not a good way to start any morning. It was, however, just the start that Glenn needed in order to get himself moving. She was barely to the door before he had caught up behind her. Granted, one boot was only half on, as evidenced by the sight and sound of each step trying to not only propel him forward, but also fit shoe to foot. This attempt, while pushing himself down the stairs, almost caused him to tumble right into her back, almost but not quite. Glenn Burnie was VERY good at leaving places VERY quickly.

Unfortunately, he was much better at doing this with his own two feet than on horseback. She was full of haste and determination. Somehow, he did not expect a pleasant ride. It would be best to find something, anything, which might distract her from riding at top speed. "Miss Emory, you'll give me at least SOME background about all of this while we ride, no?" It was part of their bargain, though seemingly the part that she had chosen to negotiate away. In this matter, he would get as much as she wished to give, for charity's sake, and no more. Still, that was better than nothing at all. Glenn was so very sick of stumbling around like a blind fool through the ins and outs of Myrken life.

[Glenn]

Thankfully, warning had been provided to him the night before. That had not been a night of drink, not a night of arguments with people far more stubborn than he, not a night of anything but a bit of information, some surely wayward planning, and then sleep. For some reason he slept well this last night. It was likely for fear of how she might push him if he did not.

Still, being woken from your half-asleep daze by a woman with a sword yelling to you about ruin was not a good way to start any morning. It was, however, just the start that Glenn needed in order to get himself moving. She was barely to the door before he had caught up behind her. Granted, one boot was only half on, as evidenced by the sight and sound of each step trying to not only propel him forward, but also fit shoe to foot. This attempt, while pushing himself down the stairs, almost caused him to tumble right into her back, almost but not quite. Glenn Burnie was VERY good at leaving places VERY quickly.

Unfortunately, he was much better at doing this with his own two feet than on horseback. She was full of haste and determination. Somehow, he did not expect a pleasant ride. It would be best to find something, anything, which might distract her from riding at top speed. "Miss Emory, you'll give me at least SOME background about all of this while we ride, no?" It was part of their bargain, though seemingly the part that she had chosen to negotiate away. In this matter, he would get as much as she wished to give, for charity's sake, and no more. Still, that was better than nothing at all. Glenn was so very sick of stumbling around like a blind fool through the ins and outs of Myrken life.