@Ercassie
Lieutenant Arnyn Dealedwen
Headquarters, command office - September, one week after Eryn's abduction
She filed away the name of the night sergeant. Hâdhon. So nights were more or less covered. As Thorledhos continued to explain the situation - and in more detail than Arnyn would figured he would, given the sometimes non-existent communications between the Guard's command and that of the Rangers - it became clear that her idea of how they were organizing themselves at the moment mostly reflected the reality of things. And, perhaps even more surprisingly, the Guard in front of her had no objections to the request she would be putting in. To the contrary, he was
thanking her for it. And emphasizing cooperation between the two organizations.
It made her eyes light up a little, even when the Guard shared the journal had not been found in the places one might expect, and in doing so opened to door to imply it had been retrieved in a way that might not be entirely on the up-and-up. And when Thorledhos indicated the small form - the stack of papers, that is, which he had also placed upon her desk - and explained what
they were for, a half-amused, half-incredulous grin spread across her features. Because the man was not only following up on an investigation, but he was undaunted by her position to do so, even if he was being very polite about it. And that checked all of the boxes she thought he should be checking.
"I will
make time," she therefore promised with a pleased smile, before her features grew more serious again. "And even though I would assume you are already aware, since you are also aware of my presence at the time, I should also mention Hyandaner Kaylin Maethyr was also a witness - she came down the cellar with me," Arnyn offered. "I am not sure how much more she might add to my own testimony, but given I understand the need to be thorough - she lives on the Men Thalad Cirbann." A quick smile, then. "She will absolutely hate the paperwork, but she will fill it out if the Guard wishes," the Lieutenant stated, conveying that - if necessary - she would be looming behind the Hyandaner herself to make sure the form would be completed. "In a timely manner."
It seemed to Arnyn like she had some kind of rapport with Thorledhos, despite this being their first encounter, and she smiled again at what sounded like the Guardsman's parting words, undaunted by the man's more serious countenance. "Thank you, Guard Darthor." For the information
and for those parting words. "Then we are both glad with this encounter," she revealed. "If there is anything else we can do from this end, I am at the Guard's disposal for as much as my Captain and the King will allow."
Her gaze moved to Domanol, though she chose not to speak of the man as if he were not sitting right there. "You and I," she addressed the seated man, "will see about that soon enough, won't we?" she asked him, as she put the letter inside of the leatherbound book and laid it atop the 'small form' on the desk, moving the collection to a specific place on her desk.
"Until we meet again, Thorledhos," she bid the Guardsman goodbye along with a quick motion of her fist to her heart, giving him permission to leave unless he might unexpectedly have further words for her.
The Lieutenant reclaimed her own seat, and leaned down to retrieve something from the pack on her side of the desk. Lifting an eyebrow, she placed something in front of Domanol, next to his strange collection of pocket items.
"If this can be of assistance." Before Domanol Raxelilta now lay a deck of cards.
@Rillewen
Lieutenant Arnyn Dealedwen
Headquarters - Dec 25th, Midday
She laughed when he asked if she wanted to take turns. "Well, all I can say is I'm not tired of you
yet. We have years to catch up on. But my Captain and I do switch up our shifts here," she grinned, "and while I am sure she would not mind hot chocolate and pastries to be brought to her, either, she might just bid you goodbye the moment you've handed them over," Arnyn teased her friend. "And even if I
were here, I could not guarantee I'd be able to take a break every time, or that none of the Rangers would drop by with a matter, or that I would not be called away," she warned him honestly.
With a faint smile, she thought about what she could tell him. Not much, evidently. But she noticed the way he was trying to be helpful, regardless. And appreciated it greatly. The smile grew when he suggested he could distract her from a headache - for that would be most welcome - but it faded quickly when he suggested that he, and she assumed his brother, could go on the mission with them, if they needed the numbers. Her eyes widened minutely for just a second, before her expression grew serious and she straightened her shoulders again, meanwhile focusing on his hands putting everything away. Silently, she offered him the empty cup she'd been using.
When he emphasized he meant it, Arnyn slowly looked back up at him. He looked perfectly serious. So did she. A moment passed, before he shrugged and gave her a small smile. Arnyn wasn't sure what to say.
It was bad enough that her silly idealism had prompted her to advocate for this mission. It was bad enough that she was taking so many rangers with her, people she knew and cared for. But at least they had signed up for things like these. She'd known the implications for the Rangers when she had put forth the idea to the Captain and later, the King. Yet she had been tremendously relieved when Trastion had come to the conclusion he could not risk going. She shared his concerns about his true identity possibly being discovered by Isys or Abrazimir, of course. But she had also been relieved because... well, Trastion not going on the mission also meant there was no risk of him getting seriously injured or killed while on that mission. There were already so many variables to take into account, so many personal histories and hardships, possible triggers... It was good that Trastion was not going. She felt too protective of him, as yet. He was not yet where she would want him to be, before undertaking such a dangerous mission.
But now, Gladhron was saying he would be willing to go, if they were still around at the time. But, as he had also said, he - and Gwestion, for that matter - were not one of the rangers, here. She had never figured the brothers going would even be an option, until this moment. And honestly, she wanted to have a few friends left who would
not be going.
She stood, as well, offering a
very faint smile in return to his. "I... will make sure to remember that," she said quietly, stepping around to the side of the desk. She had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time he was going to bring it up. Maybe they would leave, though, before the spring, and thus before the mission. Then it wouldn't even have to be a discussion. "Spring is a while off," she reminded him, for she hadn't gotten the impression they would be staying for more than just a few months. "If nothing else, you can definitely distract me from time to time." At least she could agree to that much already. That would jeapordize neither the secrecy of the mission, nor the brothers' safety.
