PickingUpThePiecesIndex | HomePage | GameLogs | HoldfastGameLogs | Picking up the Pieces Rhys shook his head. His presence would make the situation worse right now, not better. He turned and walked away. He strode out of the camp quickly and purposefully, ignoring any stares--sympathetic or, more likely, antagonistic--and headed for the main keep where Lord Hardy's rooms were. As he passed the field where Tamm was picketed he glanced that way, wanting to make sure his orders had been followed. But it seemed something else was happening instead. The guard was shouting incoherently at the proisoner - he looked to be on the point of attacking him physically. "What in the name of the Seven is going wrong now?" Rhys cursed under his breath. He changed his course toward the guard and prisoner and started to jog. |
