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[utulien_aure]

WHO: Fingon and open
WHAT: Open log for Wintermarch
WHEN: Wintermarch
WHERE: In and around Kirkwall
NOTES: No warnings so far, will update if that changes



I. Outside the City

After the sheer misery that was Haring's weather, even the slightest uptick in warmth is a welcome relief. Fingon celebrates by getting out of the city as much as he can during the sunlit hours, wandering the Wounded Coast as he wishes. If there's hunting to be had or monsters to be fought that's fine with him, but it's the chance to move freely and simply enjoy the sunlight that he really wants.

II. Lowtown

It's no secret that there's no place for gossip like a tavern, and Fingon's come to like a few of the ones in Lowtown. The quality of the drinks varies and if that of the food did as well it would be an improvement, but the sailors, merchants, and travelers who make up the clientele are what he's really there for. It still feels like he's piecing together how this world works, and listening to its people speak in casual conversation is as good a way to learn as any.

On his way back to the Gallows he often browses the market stalls, looking for any sufficiently interesting trinkets to bring back to his kin.

III. Around the Gallows

Fingon frequents many places in the Gallows, whether pestering his cousin in the forge or on the training grounds. But at the moment he's in the library, the history books he's been working through temporarily shoved aside in favor of lighter fare.

Or at least, what is meant to be lighter fare. Noir fiction is more than a bit perplexing if you have no context for the genre, who would have thought?

IV. Wildcard

Have a more interesting idea? Feel free to hit Fingon with it.

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III Library Fun, Early-ish Mania Event

[laurenande]

The evening is upon them when Galadriel finds Fingon in the library; her own exertions are forgotten, lost to the distraction of all she must do, and she recalls one task very clearly this evening. She is no longer dressed for training, but her Orlesian gowns matches her not at all. Fingon is engrossed in his novel, reading about how Hard it is in Hightown, and she pauses a moment before interrupting him.

"I have not experienced much difficulty in Hightown," Galadriel says as she moves toward him and into the torchlight. "Have I missed something critical?"

In her hands she holds a series of unmarked tomes and bound parchment. There are a few letters of the tengwar visible along the edges of a few of them.

[utulien_aure]

"A terrible conspiracy, it seems," Fingon answers, head tilted to the side in mock-contemplation. "Involving what at this rate just might be everyone within the city's gates. I can only imagine they are waiting for us to go native before we receive invitations to join."

He nods at Galadriel's garb, slightly amused. "Which might be very soon, in your case, if you make a habit of that style."

It's as he looks over the dress that the tengwar catch his eye, and with a thoughtful frown he sets down his own book. "May I ask what you've brought with you, cousin?"

[laurenande]

"A gift, of sorts," she replies and holds out the books that she had brought.

They are of little note, or appear so from the exterior. She moves a hand and draws the first book open--on the very first page there is a riot of writing, it gives the sense that whoever scribed it was uncertain if they would be afforded more paper and were attempting to use it to its fullest. There are rows upon rows of tengwar and trade cbaracters--the page explains in great detail the conventions of the local languages of Thedas and how they compare to Quenya.

It is a key to the linguistics of these lands and, after the first few pages, it is a detailed translation of several of their histories.

"When I made these, I could not have guessed they would be for you, but here we are." She looks at him thoughtfully. "They are my notes and my journals, tbey should aid you and yours in some fashion. If jothing else, you shall have a great many more options of reading material."