Post by Kender Bard on Aug 7, 2008 13:32:05 GMT -5
Boyd had come far but had lost his way quickly once he was out of Atyar. He had headed to the north, trust his instinct that perhaps answers to his sister's murderer lay that way. Having never been farther north than Ilyamen, though, he simply went along confused and hoping to find something that would give him clue and direction.
Hunting had gotten sparse around the mountains, and so the boar-beast straggled into New Anarlina hungry, unkempt, and dispirited.
Midnight approached the man as he entered Anarlina, taking in his haggard appearance. He hoped Boyd wasn't intending to cause any trouble, though from the look of things, he thought the man might be in a bit of trouble himself.
"Well-met and welcome to the kingdom of Love, friend," he said with a slight bow. "Can I be of any assistance?"
Boyd swallowed hard and nodded. "I uh... I'm really tired." His normally gruff voice was even worse with his thirst. "I don't have much money but I might have enough for a cheap room. Could you tell me where to go?"
He'd taken what money he and Helen had together from Atyar. It wasn't much, really, and taking Helen's money had hurt his heart. Even now, thinking of spending it, nearly brought tears to his eyes.
"Thanks," Boyd muttered, looking at Midnight a bit more closely. He'd gone out of his way to avoid people on the trip, not knowing who to trust. Helen had been the people person. He'd never got the hang of it. He never thought his survival might hinge on it though, in a way.
Running a hand through his greasy hair he followed Midnight, looking around speculatively as he did. "This place is big," he noted. "Like Ilyamen almost."
"I've never been there myself, though hough my wife visited there once with her family," Midnight said conversationally. "I've only been here and Maelstrom." And Anarlina, but he tended to be close-lipped about their old homeland. "Are you from Ilyamen?"
"Atyar," Boyd affirmed. "Yeah. I've been in Ilyamen too. Once every few months, I'd go buy the things we couldn't get in Atyar. Biggest market you've ever seen. Didn't like it much. Usually I was just there to keep Helen safe." To Boyd's credit, his wavered only slightly on his sister's name. He otherwise kept his emotions under tight control.
Midnight caught the slight crack in Boyd's voice and decided that he had been right. Whoever Helen was, something was wrong there. Illness, injury, a personal matter, or--Efil forbid--death. He really was a soft touch, especially for people that had lost loved ones. It was a trait he shared with his sister, though it manifested differently. Dusk would fuss and cry with anyone who was hurting; Midnight was a bit more reserved. By now, he reflected, Dusk would be pulling the man bodily toward the temple or palace. He preferred to let the person set their own pace.
He paused and turned to look at the Beast. "Who is Helen?" he asked quietly, his expression one of gentle concern.
Boyd nodded, a too-fast bobbing of his head. "Y-yeah, Helen.. Took care of me.. She was a good woman. A man came into town. Killed her and someone else, some sick person being treated by one of our healers. I don't know what happened. From what I saw, I'd guess Helen tried to stop him in the street and he.."
He choked back what he was going to say. "I'm hunting the killer."
"Forces," Midnight breathed, "that's horrible. And you think he might be here in Anarlina?"
The man was undoubtedly seeking revenge, but Midnight couldn't really fault Boyd for it. If someone was to kill Dusk or Snowflake, guard of Love or not, he couldn't say he wouldn't want the exact same thing. Even Dusk, sweet acolyte of Love that she'd been at the time, had expressed a similar sentiment (quite loudly, too) when their father had died in service to the crown.
"I dunno," Boyd admitted, rubbing his eyes and sighing heavily with fatigue. "North, that's all I could guess. I don't even know for sure. I'm trusting my instinct. I have to search the whole world for one man... and hope that Helen's spirit will guide me."
Post by Kender Bard on Aug 10, 2008 15:14:40 GMT -5
Boyd considered the latter offer as he resumed his walk after Midnight. He wasn't a social person but he had so many questions. After some food and a bath, he would be more up to asking them. "All right," he agreed cautiously.