closed.

[heorte]

WHO: Benevenuta Thevenet Dorian Pavus, Ellis
WHAT: A tour
WHEN: Early August
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: What warning is appropriate for Dorian and Benny?

There is some point between Ellis' trek from the training yard to the shambles of the dining hall where it occurs that he might have over-committed himself. The brief dip in conversation with the woman, the invocation of a Warden Ellis had only known in passing and is now gone, perhaps should have been a sign to give them a wide berth for the moment.

And yet, he does not turn back.

No one could accuse these new arrivals of blending in, even without the mabari. Ellis marks them immediately, weaves around the patch of newly laid stonework to approach them.

"The dining hall is usually in better condition," he says, by way of greeting. Politely does not direct all his attention immediately to the mabari.

Comments

[ungovernable]

The mabari is mostly white, an older dog but not yet retired, lingering close to—

yes, they are rather unmistakable. Benevenuta's traveling clothes are fairly distinct; sensible-enough soft grey leather trousers, close-fitting, but her coat and cloak have been bundled with her luggage and the blouse she's wearing only begins buttoning about halfway down her torso, sleeves slashed open from shoulder to elbow and elbow to wrist. Her boots feature silver skulls fixed to the points that rise just above her knees, and her hair is bound back in a tight braid down to her waist. Her staff is taller than she is, bladed, and she's strapped up and tied to it a square wood and leather case with a jeweled lock.

In addition to their things, which look like at least Ellis is going to get plenty of dog-time out of this making probably two journeys to get them settled.

Max sniffs at his thigh, interested, as Benevenuta beams up at him. “That we have in common with it, but it was a quite the journey from the Frostbacks.”