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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 0:43:06 GMT
Trembling, Evalda undid her bandages to take another look at the wound. It was much less messy, so the length and thickness of it was visible. It was unmistakably akin to that of Erikur. Almost as if it was something that the Outsider had planned.
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 0:48:00 GMT
Once he reached the door, Rikard raised his fist and knocked four times on it, aware of the fact that he could easily enter without first requesting, but knowing that it wasn't always the best approach, especially when one was asking a favour.
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 0:55:16 GMT
Evalda felt her blood turn to ice. Should she open it? Perhaps he would take mercy on her mother if she cooperated. Slowly, she opened the door, forgetting that the bandages were off.
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 0:59:16 GMT
He forced a smile. "Hi, Evalda. Erm, can I come in?"
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 1:00:44 GMT
She stiffened, staring at him slightly suspiciously as she stood aside. "Please enter, Cheif."
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 1:03:51 GMT
Rikard nodded, frowning as he strode into the house and noticed the bag. He glanced around, taking in the disarray before directing a question at her. "What are you doing?"
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 1:05:30 GMT
She shifted on her feet uncomfortably. "Uh... Just getting some things together." Not exactly a lie, but not enough of thte truth. Perfect.
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 1:07:15 GMT
The Chief narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Right," he spoke, drawing out the word. "I need to see those journals."
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 1:09:51 GMT
"Journal," Evalda's mother corrected sharply. "We only kept one." Her eyes were cold as she passed him an old, crinkly book, bound in leather.
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 1:12:53 GMT
He frowned at her tone but overlooked it and took the book from her, quickly flicking through it. "Thank you. Do you know of anything else that might help determine who these Outsiders are and what they want?"
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 1:14:42 GMT
"We have no other record of Erikur," was all the woman said, crossing her arms. "Any other trace of him is gone."
Evalda curled her fists. If her mother was any more standoffish, they'd be dead by morning.
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 1:19:43 GMT
"Thank you for your cooperation," he replied, expression impassive. "I will be keeping the journal for the time being, but rest assured I will see it returned when I have finished with it."
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 1:24:40 GMT
Aisling crossed her arms. "Aren't you the one who wanted to see it burned? Why return it?"
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 1:27:23 GMT
"Whilst Erikur is an exile, he is also a husband and a father," Rikard said, meeting her gaze evenly. "I can't rob you of the one thing you have left of him."
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 1:31:03 GMT
Evalda felt tears sting her eyes, she glanced away, quietly taking her mother's arm before she could respond. "T-thank you."
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 1:34:06 GMT
He didn't reply, just nodded and looked down at the journal in his hands before heading to the door.
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 1:39:15 GMT
Evalda watched him go, wondering if he was just bluffing about letting then keep it. Or acting non-threatening.
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 1:41:55 GMT
Rikard felt the tension leave his shoulders as he headed back up to the council hall. That had gone, truthfully, much better than he'd expected it to go.
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 1:46:55 GMT
Evalda stepped outside of her house, eyes narrowed. She needed to let off some steam.
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 14:17:20 GMT
Rikard sat at the end of his bed, staring down at the journal in his lap. He had asked one of the more literate Viking elders to draw up a transcript for him, as there happened to be a lot of crucial information hidden within. If only his father were still here, he mused, although it was perhaps for the best, as Evalda and her mother would almost certainly be exiled, or even killed, for concealing the information.
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