VIII. CLOSED.

[liberalum]

WHO: Dorian Pavus and Benevenuta Thevenet
WHAT: A trip to Nevarra, on the hunt for some missing research.
WHEN: Presently.
WHERE: Borders of Cumberland, Nevarra.
NOTES: TBA.

[ Horse hooves step almost tenderly amidst the debris of fall weather. It's warmer here up north than it is down south, inevitably, but every now and then, a southern wind -- sliding from the Frostbacks and sailing over the Waking Sea -- slices through trees that have still retained their vibrancy and cuts at their fine clothes as Dorian and Benevenuta navigate their mounts onto the estate grounds.

The Calahain winter estate is an imposing figure of grey stone and fine architecture, columns and statues and doors that reach for the heavens. Its windows are dark.

Dressed for the occasion of formal Inquisition business, their travel cargo secured half a day's ride behind them under an Inquisition banner, Dorian leads his horse right onto the path that veins towards the front entrance courtyard despite that likely, the stables are elsewhere, but no one has come to collect them despite the fact that they were expected. He leads them at a trot beneath the archway of interlocking autumn branches. ]

I've ridden into many an ominous scenario since joining the Inquisition, [ Dorian says, as edged and cheery as ever, mock-reassuring ] and really, this hardly ranks.