Wartable: Babysitting, the mission

[eternalsquire]

WHO: Kif, Amélie, Pamelia, Samouel.
WHAT: A boy has gone missing, and it's up to Kif and the Healers (a really obscure band, you probably haven't heard of them) to save the day OR DIE TRYING.
WHEN: Haring 2 and for a few days around then
WHERE: The Arling of West Hills
NOTES: Possibly some injuries? They're not actually going to die. Probably.

Dangerously close to the Fallow Mire (and by dangerous we mean sometimes there's a stiff wind that blows a stench into the area that may or may not actually be from the Mire BUT IT SMELLS BAD) lies a plot of land ruled by an increasingly ill Arl Gallagher Wulff, run by his daughter, Izot, and her husband, Lord Niall Packton, who give lip-service approval to the Inquisition while not giving permission to it to cross their lands, or any other form of support.

When Izot's only son goes missing, though, there's an opportunity to change matters around if they can find the boy in time.

Comments

Amélie (open!)

[fightorfright]

As they set off on their mission, Amélie seems to be holding herself with a bit more confidence than she has in the past. She's managed to rig up a way to carry both staff and bow comfortably, and is even able to give occasional advice about the land or their route if asked (though she isn't the type to volunteer unprompted, unless someone is saying something obviously wrong).

Maker, though, she will never get used to the stench.

As the days wear on, Amélie's confidence does not wane, but there are some obvious signs of exhaustion and lack of sleep; it's mostly evident in the bags under her eyes and her slightly delayed reaction times. Whether it's simply just a result of doing too much in a small space of time, or just weariness with the world in general (mages, why is it always mages) is a matter up for debate, however.

as the days wear on

[anacardiaceae]

Pamelia makes tea of her own in the kitchens, possibly upsetting the help (unless they're elves, in which case....) and presents a steaming mug of it one early afternoon to Amélie.

"You look tired."