Treasures of Grovengar

Old Faces in New Places

 "Mom!" Lorcan shouted from across the hall while he ran to his parents.

"Avyanna is fighting with the soldiers again!" Tessiana shook her head and Mathias stifled a chuckle.

"Lorcan. Please make sure she doesn't get herself in any trouble. Apparently I cannot keep her off the training field." Lorcan grinned and ran out of the throne room.

"We could watch them spar." Mathias whispered.

"We have locals to listen to Mathias." Tessiana laughed and he held her hand as they took their seats in their thrones.

"Where is Fiechin? Normally he takes watch during court." Tess questioned aloud. One of the guards stepped up.

"Your Majesty. Commander Fiechin is on the training grounds with....with Princess Avyanna." Tessiana pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.

"Of course he is. Thank you. Mathias stop laughing!" Tessiana couldnt help but let out a chuckle as her husband laughed. "Nesrin, lets get this over with. Apparently I have to talk to my daughter and my commander who keeps encouraging her." Tessiana motioned to the Throne Room doors.

"The court of Queen Tessiana Greyglen and King Mathias Greyglen is now open. May the people come forth with their concerns and comments." Nesrin announced once the doors were open.

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Mitra had been very happy in the temple of Korumack with Sadiek. She was given permission from the Archbishop to hunt in the woods surrounding the temple so she was able to keep up on her hunter skills. She took her horse riding every day and she practiced her stealthing abilities in the woods. She was coming back from her daily ride, expecting to practice swords with Sadiek, when she saw a monk waiting for her return.

"Sister Tallstag. The Archbishop would like to see you in his office." Mitra nodded and dismounted her horse and led her into the stable so the hand could untack her. Running her hands through her hair to make sure she got all the twigs out of it, she walked towards the office she had visited ten long years ago. Her memories swept her up.

Hooves kicking up dirt........Rain...Was it raining? I cant remember. There was an elf in armor standing outside of the walls as I approached.

"Sadiek Beskytte at your service." He placed one arm across his chest and bowed slightly. "This way please."

Mitra followed the same steps that Sadiek had led her up all those years ago and knocked on the door in the office.

"Enter." Mitra opened the door and walked into the room. The gnomish archbishop stood on his desk with a letter in his hand. "It appears your partner has gotten himself thrown into Spitfires jailhouse and the kobold he was sent to assist has been entered into the slave auctions. Would you please go help them?" He asked.

"Of course. When would you like me to head out?"

"As soon as possible." Mitra lowered her head and left the room.

Sadiek. What did you get yourself into now?

Mitra packed all of her belongings and made her way out to the stables.

"I am sorry Vikella," Mitra walked over to her mare. "We have to go out again," Vikella snorted. "I know. Sadiek got himself stuck and now we have to get him out of this mess." Vikella shook her head and rolled her eyes. Mitra chuckled and put the saddle on Vikella. As soon as she finished strapping on the saddlebags, the Archbishop came in.