A trip home

[lovedbyyendis]

coauthored by Yendis

Slowly, as if unsure in her steps, Aria approaches the War Wizard tower and looks to Emorikal.

Pausing, she says, "We don't have to go yet. I mean, we could put off the trip again... if you want." She fidgets with her bracelet, looking at her feet.

Smiling, Emorikal looks to the War Wizard tower and says, "No dear heart, lets us be on our way. I feel as though a grand journey sits before us, let's not keep it waiting."

Taking Arias hand he pushes open the large door of the tower and leads her inside.

After meeting with the war wizard it isn't long before they hand over a bank note and they are on their way.



Aria opens her eyes to the familiar scene of Heralds Holdfast and takes a moment to orient herself. She smiles warmly to Old Knight and explains they will quickly be on their way. Offering a brief tour to Emorikal she then shows him the exit.

The Moonwood is dim with sunlight as the trees and growth surround them. Aria looks around for a few moments before her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Emorikal’s voice.

"It seems we find ourselves in the woods often, Brightheart," Emorkial chuckles.

Aria grins in agreement, "Yes, but if I remember correctly, the woods here are not as quiet as they seem and we will soon find ourselves near an orc camp."

He dons his helm and she strings her bow. Carefully she leads Emorikal south moving quietly and quickly until they approach Lurue's falls.

Aria shoulders the bow stopping to admire the serenity of the falls. "Have you ever been here?" she asks quietly?

He shakes his head a bit and says, "I didn't spend a lot of time exploring the wilds. It is quite peaceful."

Aria nods and rejoins his side. "We’ll keep following the path south and soon you'll start to see where we are," she looks up to him and smiles, "maybe we should go to the keep first."

"If you wish," he responds.

As they walk on Emorikal stops at the entrance to the woods at their east. "Ah," he says, "I know where we are. The keep is there."

Aria nods. "Aye, I've never been there, but I’ve been told."

She turns leading him through the edge of the woods before allowing him to take the lead.

Emorikal smiles and leads Aria further into the forest. As he does, his stride seems to relax. Normally stiff, it fades to what could almost be called a stroll.

Aria looks about the forest curiously as they travel along taking note of how Emorikal's demeanor changes as they draw near.

As he looks around he then looks to Aria, "The Order calls this the Knights Forest," pointing down the path to a rundown building.

"The Order owns that old tavern and has been looking for someone to take over proprietorship of it for years. It looks like they still haven't."

He leads her over a small stream and past the tavern. As they come to the end of the forest, an open field can be seen through the trees with the towering walls of the keep coming into view.

Emorikal stops and turns to Aria. "Once the wall guards see us make no sudden movements. Do nothing that could be considered a hostile act. Answer any questions honestly and conceal nothing." Turning back to the keep he confidently strides from the tree line down the path to the keep.

"Why would I conceal anything?" she asks and shoulders her bow, seemingly relaxed enough to travel the rest of the way completely in his protection.

She looks up to the towers, smiling and keeps her step at least one stride behind his.

Glancing back as he walks Emorikal smiles gently at Aria, "I do not think you would intentionally. What I mean is be honest about your purpose and intent here in the Marches."

She thinks to herself, “My intent… I’m not even sure of my intent.”



Continuing onward he raises a hand in greeting to the men visible standing on the wall.

Moments later the drawbridge drops with a bang and a mounted knight rides forth, with empty hands and no helm he rides up to Emorikal and Aria and calls out.

"Well met travelers." He peers at Emorikal and seems to look him over closely, "Well met indeed, lad. I see you wear the uniform of Cormyr. Are you here on official business or personal?"

Emorikal smiles and shakes his head. "Personal business Blade Sergeant. I am here with my lady Aria Migand, who is from Rivermoot. She has been my companion through many adventures in the land of the Purple Dragon. I had hoped to show her around the keep, she, too, is a faithful of the Even Handed and would no doubt be honored to take her prayers in the chapel."

Aria fidgets with her bracelet, twisting the toe of her boot in the dirt as Emorikal speaks. She looks up only to offer a warm smile and small wave as she is introduced.

Nodding the mounted man waves his arm towards the keep, "By all means, be welcome within the walls of the Just. I will see to it that a room is prepared." Reigning his mount around, he trots it back across the drawbridge, calling for a squire as he enters.

Turning to Aria, Emorikal smiles and winks. "Now we have lodging. That should save us some coin."

She blushes heavily as Emorikal mentions lodging but keeps a steady step behind him as he enters the keep.



As they walk across the drawbridge and through the gatehouse Emorikal points to a spot on the curtain wall. "That is where I was born." Without further comment he walks onward towards the main structure of the Keep. Aria looks to the spot on the wall as he speaks, pausing in her step to look it over closely. Then noticing that he's moved on she quickens her stride to catch up to him.

Nodding to the door guards he enters the building and stands with Aria in an opulent entry room. The walls are adorned with tapestry illustrating major historical events of the Order, shields of fallen knights line the rafters.

"The Order honors all who serve, unlike many military orders they do not keep or display the banners of defeated enemies, they believe doing such is to glorify them, and in doing so allow the memory of evil deeds to persist. We will have to wait here for a squire to show us in, none who is not a member of the Order may pass this room unescorted."

She looks about the entry room curiously, keeping her hands together and in front of her. She listens intently as he speaks acknowledging and looking to each thing pointed out. At one point she instinctively opens her bag to take out a journal, but stops herself.

Walking to a beautifully embroidered couch he sits and motions Aria to sit beside him. "What are our plans?"

She takes a seat beside him. "Um, our plans?" she says quietly, “I'm not sure. I hadn't actually decided on anything finally yet. I wanted to know more about the book, but I'm not even sure where to start, I suppose."

Raising a brow he strokes his beard briefly. "Perhaps we should have spoken with those at the Heralds Holdfast." Shrugging he continues. "Well, I doubt you will find many answers about the book here, though prayer may help. We will certainly make time for that while we are here. Perhaps if any of the Knights are about the Keep we can speak with them at dinner and they may point us in a likely direction. Beyond that I have little to offer in the way of advice."

Aria's mouth falls slightly agape looking at Emorikal. "We will have dinner with the Knights... as in the ones you grew up with?" she sighs and shakes her head.

"I wish I had a better answer. I've played the scenario in my head, but I really don't know what to expect from this trip home," she looks about the room again and signs again.

"I realize that Rivermoot is a logical, inevitable destination, I'm just not sure I'm ready to face that just yet."

She sits with that thought for a long moment watching the entry for the squire as she fidgets with her bracelet in her lap.

After the long silence, she speaks softly, "You offer more advice than you know just by being here. I appreciate the distraction and am happy to visit your home," she glances to him with a small smile and briefly touches his hand.

Nodding he smiles faintly, "Perhaps the Lord Knight himself will be present. We can only hope to be honored so."



A loud clang draws Emorikal’s attention as a portcullis opens nearby and a young man, barely a teenager, enters the room and bows to them in turn. "Milord, milady, please come with me, I am to show you to your room so that you may prepare yourselves for dinner."

Aria startles at the clang and her eyes dart to the squire, then to Emorikal. She stands with him as they move to follow him taking in the sights of the halls, even when they are bare, clearly taking note of which turns are being taken, though staying a step behind Emorikal as they go along.

When they arrive at the room she looks first to the squire, blushing lightly and offering a small appreciative smile, "Thank you," she says simply before returning her gaze to Emorikal.

Bowing deeply the Squire opens the door and steps back. "I will be just down the hall at my post. Should you require anything, you need only call. And if you need nothing more, I will return to fetch you when dinner is served." After pausing only a moment, he marches off down the hall.



Turning to Aria with a small smile Emorikal chuckles, "I hope I did not look so stiff when I performed the same duties in my youth."

Grinning playfully Aria looks to Emorikal and laughs lightly, "Only in your youth?"

Stepping into the room he glances about, taking in the furnishings. "This is a Captains room", he says almost in awe. The room is very well appointed with fine furnishing, wall hangings and rugs lend color to the stone walls and floors, the room is lit with what appear to be magical lights. A large, curtained bed fit for a nobleman stands prominently to one side.

"Well, it will have to serve, I suppose. Such hardship we face, eh?" He smirks and begins placing his things in a chest.

She takes the same moment to look about the room. With another soft laugh she says, "It's much better than the Riverwalk, though if you ever told Uncle Sill, I'd deny it in a heartbeat, Tyr forgive me."

She looks to her bag and her belongings and sets them neatly in a pile near the chest.

"It would seem that you're well liked around here. I can't say we should expect the same should we travel to Rivermoot," she dismisses the thought with a shake of her head.

He strips off his armor and moves behind the provided screen to the wash basin. With much audible splashing he cleans himself of the road dirt. As he does so he speaks, "Well, I'll not stand idly by and allow my lady to be treated as anything less than such, home town or no."

As he moves to the wash basin she blushes, turning her attention to the magical light on the opposite side of the room as he splashes about. "I have no doubt that you would quickly come to my defense should I need it. I do not think anyone will be rude, perhaps just not quite as welcoming. Time will tell I suppose," she shrugs.

After a long pause, "How does the Order feel about cake?" she grins.

With a deep laugh he shakes his head. "I do not think cake is a subject on which the Order has an official stance. I would wager there will be several varieties served at dinner."

"Well, it would seem, I think that everyone should have an official stance on cake," she giggles, "And the thought of a variety is quiet exciting."

Coming from behind the screen drying himself with a linen cloth he frowns, "Do you have a comb? I did not think to bring one."

She turns as he asks about the comb, blushing profusely she simply nods her head and motions to her bag.

"I.. there's a ..." she pauses, clearly searching for the word, "comb. A comb." she sputters out then nods.

"I should probably get cleaned up as well," she stutters turning her attention to her own leathers.

Nodding he moves to her. "Let me help." Reaching for her he begins undoing the laces and buckles holding her armor on.

She gasps as his hands touch the buckles of her armor.

"Emorikal!" the words escape as a hushed exclamation, though her movement to put her hands on his is slow, hesitant.

She clears her throat and pushes her shoulders back as if to gain composure.

"You were looking for a comb, I believe," she states, pointing again to the bag as she makes her way behind the screen.

She calls out, "It is in the right front pocket."

She shakes her head gently murmuring incomprehensibly to herself as she undresses and begins to bathe.

She listens for his movement around the room as she washes the dirt from her hair, thankful for a supply of warm water and softly scented soap.

Shaking his head Emorikal, clad in his breeches, sits quietly on a chair as Aria cleans herself.

Finally, she wraps herself in a cloth and freezes in place as she remembers her bag of clothing. The bag of clothing that was left by the door.

Noticing the silence he glances about the room, noticing her pack sitting by the door he smirks and mutters, "Now dear heart, let us see how you will solve this puzzle."

From behind the screen Aria scoffs folding her arms under her chest.

A long moment later she blushes, poking only her head from behind the screen, her chestnut hair hanging low and dripping wet, she bats her lashes looking to Emorikal.

"Would you please hand me my bag, dear?" she asks in an almost convincingly composed voice.

Emorikal smirks and raises a brow. "Now why in the name of all that is dear to me would I want to do that?"

Aria purses her lips looking to him.

After a moment she disappears momentarily behind the screen only to emerge wrapped in the cloth around the length of her torso. Quickly she scurries on her tiptoes to the door for her bag and scurries again back behind the screen.

There is an audible exhale.

A few moment later Aria emerges, brushing imaginary lint from her shoulder. Her dress has a white bodice with silver embellishments, while the full skirt is a dark navy blue and barely skims the floor as she walks towards the chair. She glances at Emorikal and offers him a warm smile.

"Is this okay for dinner?" she asks, her face flushing.

Without giving him time to reply, she looks herself over again, glances at her bag, then looks back to Emorikal. She walks to her bag, pulls something into her hand. Then, finding her reflection in the small mirror she uses the comb to pull her long chestnut waves into a neat and tidy bun at the base of her skull, pinning it with what appears to be a silver hair comb. Then she glances again over her shoulder to Emorikal, a look of questioning on her face.
Completing his own preparations and dressing in a fine, though modest, outfit of blue, silver, and white Emorikal turns to Aria as she speaks. "My dear heart, if I were not confident in the honor of the men of this keep I would go to dinner garbed and armed for battle as surely I would have to defend you from the onrushing horde driven to madness by your beauty."

Aria blushes deeply at Emorikal's words and simply nods.



At that a knock is heard at the door. Opening it, Emorikal finds the young squire standing at attention, "M'lord, m'lady, you are summoned to the great hall for dinner."

Glancing towards Aria the lads eyes widen and his mouth gapes.

Emorikal clears his throat and raises a brow at the squire, causing the lad to redden deeply. He looks to Emorikal and bows, "My apologies to your lady m'lord. I was taken by her beauty."

Aria blushes heavily and moves to stand beside Emorikal.

Turning about face the squire walks a few steps from the door and patiently waits for Emorikal and Aria to follow.

Walking briskly through the halls of the keep the squire stops before a set of large wooden doors. Motioning for the pair to stop and speaks, "I will announce you both, please enter once I have done so. You will be seated at the High Table, to the right of the Lord Knight."

Aria looks to Emorikal with wide eyes at the squires warning of announcement, though she doesn't recover quick enough to actually speak before she hears her name called.

The squire then takes a deep breath and opens the doors, stepping inside he proclaims, "Squire Emorikal Valorborn, Royal Order of Monster Hunters of Cormyr, and Aria Migand, Keeper of the Quill!"



The room before them is a grand sight, well-lit and warm long tables are arranged across the room. Seated at the tables are scores of men and women wearing white tabards bearing the emblem of the Holy Order of the Just. Religious banners hang from the rafters, showing the symbols of Tyr, Torm, Illmater, Helm, Lathandar, and a dozen other goodly faiths represented in the Order.

At the head of the room stands a raised dais upon which a long table sets. Seated at this table are several men and women who are clearly leaders in the organization. The center of the table is held by an older man with graying hair who, though old, appears quite physically capable.
All in the room rise to their feet at the announcement, save the man seated in the center of the head table. He motions to the two empty chairs at his right and calls out, "Be welcome in our halls distinguished guests. Too long has it been since the hall was graced with the honor of Cormyrean visitors."

Blushing profusely, she follows a step behind Emorikal, offering those who look to her a warm smile, otherwise looking to her feet.

She whispers over to Emorikal as they walk, "Is dinner always this.... elaborate?" Then, with a quiet, nervous laugh she takes her seat.

Smiling faintly Emorikal mutters to her as they walk, "Not at all, this is only done for visiting dignitaries and very special occasions, such as weddings, memorials, and the like."



Leading Aria to their seats he bows to the man seated at the center of the table. "It has been far too long since I have been honored to stand before you Lord Knight. Allow me to introduce my Lady, Aria Migand, originally of Rivermoot.”

“Aria, this is Lord Knight Yendis Silversword, Paladin and Champion of Tyr," Emorikal says looking to Aria.

The older man stands and bows slightly, “A pleasure, lady. Be at ease in our hall. You are most welcome here." He then sits and turns to the person at his left.

Emorikal pulls out Arias chair and gives her a small wink.

Aria sits gently giving Emorikal a small smile and nod of thanks.

She places her hands in her lap, smiling warmly to Yendis. "Thank you, Sir. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

She looks to Emorikal again for a moment hoping he knows what she is thinking and then turns her attention to those gathered.



As they settle in their seats a man standing on the perimeter of the room claps his hands loudly. From various doors young boys and girls enter carrying platters of food. Roasted meats and dishes of all varieties are spread among the lower tables.

Slightly older lads and lasses enter and serve the head table, with each dish being offered to the Lord before being offered to Emorikal and Aria, then passed on to the others at the table. As the feast continues, the food continuously comes forth and all manner of drinks are readily passed about, with wine being the dominant beverage. Any observer would notice that all those present do not finish whatever they take to eat, but leave a modest portion which is taken away by servers as the night goes on.

As the food comes and goes Aria picks few things and eats very little of them, quick to watch the others and follow suit. She feels somewhat successful in appearing much more familiar with the setting as she actually is.

As they eat they are entertained by an assortment of bards and performers, music is continuous and stories of past battles and accomplishments of the Order are told by skilled orators. She listens closely to the stories told by members of the order, more than once instinctively reaching for her journal.



As the night progresses and the wine flows occasionally a tune will draw people to stand and have a dance, Emorikal does not seem interested in this, but at one point does turn to Aria and say, "If you would like to dance my dear, just speak it and I shall endeavor to not wound your feet to greatly." A loud guffaw comes from the other side of Emorikal and Lord Silversword leans over and smiles at Aria, "Worry not fair maiden, should such occur we have more than sufficient priests about to heal you."

At his non-invitation to dance, she gladly accepts. "I would love to dance with you, Emorikal, though if you are not up to it, I quite understand. It has been quite the day." Then, she laughs melodically with Lord Silversword before he turns his attention to other guests.

Aria's slowly sips from the wine as she observes the happenings of the evening with obvious enjoyment. She reaches to touch Emorikal's hand briefly, offering him a broad smile.



She leans over and gives Emorikal a wink. She murmurs somewhat quietly considering the volume of the room itself, "Though, what says the Order about cake?"

Laughing Emorikal places a hand on Arias and says, "The last course should be coming out..."

He is interrupted by the ruckus of a horde of people coming from the server doors passing out what appear to be small cakes to those at the lower tables. The grand doors of the hall are flung open and in rolls a large cart carrying what appears to be a giant cake made in the shape of a walled castle. Smiling Emorikal turns back to Aria and says, "There is your answer dear heart."

Aria's mouth falls agape. After a moment's recovery, she turns to Emorikal and whispers, "That may be the largest cake I've ever seen in all of my years."

She laughs lightly, "I daresay every dinner should finish with such." She nods firmly.

After accepting a piece much larger than is probably proper. Emorikal smiles and accepts a small piece from a serving girl and eats it slowly, appearing to time himself to finish with Aria.

Aria finishes more of it than she'd like to ever admit, she looks to Emorikal, her eyelids heavy with travel, entertainment, and wine, though her smile never waning.



As it is apparent that the dinner is finished. People are stranding about talking and telling stories and some even appear to be sleeping in their seats.

Emorikal turns to his left and speaks to the Lord, "Lord Silversword, it has been a most wondrous dinner. We thank you deeply for the honor, but the road has been long and I fear if I have any more wine or try to avoid sleep much longer I will find myself sprawled on the floor."

With a twinkle in his eye the older man laughs, "Worry not lad, you would not be the first and certainly won't be the last to do so. You and your lady are, of course, excused. No slight is taken. Do join me in the chapel for morning prayers."

She leans forward, looking to Lord Silversword, "Thank you for a marvelous dinner and equally enjoyable entertainment. It has been a true pleasure."

Emorikal nods and turns to Aria. "Shall we my dear? I believe a walk on the battlements would do us some good before turning in for the evening, fresh air and all."

Aria smiles warmly and nods slowly. "I would love to accompany you, Emorikal." With that, she slowly stands.



-coauthored by Yendis-

Leading Aria from the great hall they wander through the halls of the keep. Emorikal points out various rooms and features as they go. He leads her out onto the curtain wall where he walks with her, hand in hand, along the wall. "It has been a long time since I walked these walls. It seems like a lifetime ago."

Relaxed from the food and wine and safety of the walls, Aria's stride is slow and leisurely. She wraps her arm around Emorikals' and places the other hand on the inside of his elbow, somewhat leaning into him.

After a deep sigh she says, "I can't imagine growing up here." Looking out over the curtain wall and into the forest below, "Sometimes everything feels like a lifetime ago. Sometimes it is." With that she turns her gaze west.

Putting an arm around Aria, Emorikal looks at her, "Those lads and lasses serving the food tonight… I did that as a boy. It was quite a chore. You will see more of what living here is really like tomorrow. It is rarely so formal."

Aria leans into him, her head on his chest, and closes her eyes. She says sleepily, "It all seems so exhausting." She laughs melodically and shakes her head.

After a few moments, reluctantly, she straightens herself. "We should get some rest. It's been a long day."

Emorikal nods and begins to lead her back to their room, "Indeed, we are expected at morning prayers. It would not do to be late."

Aria silently nods.



When they reach their room Emorikal strips his finery, leaving himself clad only in braies. Climbing into the large bed he groans, "Oh gods above this bed is comfortable."

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The next morning the sun drifts through the window and Aria slowly opens her eyes to see that Emorikal is still sleeping. She admires the scene for a moment - he seems peaceful, less tense than normal. His hair is disheveled and several strands lay across his forehead. She grins at the thought of how displeased he would be and gently pushes them aside.

She taps him gently on the arm. The sun now creeping higher in the sky and lighting the room.

"Emorikal," she says softly, "You must wake up, I'm unsure when morning prayers start."

Emorikal opens his eyes and blinks a few times and says through a smile, "Good morning dear heart." He kisses her on the cheek and climbs from the bed.

He rummages through the chest to find a simple tunic and breeches before turning to speak to Aria who is still lying in the sunshine on the bed, "The morning prayers in the Knights Chapel is not a formal affair. Dress simply and quickly, we must be off."

She nods lazily and then her eyes widen as she quickly moves from the bed to her bag, pulling a simple skirt and top from the bag she dashes behind the screen.
She emerges just a moment later, still braiding her hair off to the side before tying it with a leather band.

"I suppose this will have to do. I should have clarified last night." She gives him a warm smile, "Let's be off."


Emorikal leads her from the room and down to the ground floor of the keep. He pauses outside an ornate door.

He turns to Aria and says gently, "Here is the chapel." Giving her a smile of encouragement he opens the door and leads her in.

The room is, in a word, breathtaking. The white stone floors are polished to a mirror sheen and the center of the far side of the room is dominated by a large altar over which stands a detailed statue of Tyr. Flanking it are slightly smaller statues of Torm and Illmater.

Around the remainder of the room stand equally grand, though somewhat smaller, statues of Helm, Lathandar, Kelemvor, Mystra, and still smaller shrines of lesser deities. It is clear to any who look upon this room that only goodly folk are welcome.

Aria enters the room, her jaw agape as she look around slowly. With a startle at how long she's been admiring her surroundings, she brings her attention back to Emorikal.

Kneeling before the main altar on a cushion is the Lord Knight, his head bowed in prayer. Nearby stands a man who looks like a younger copy of the Lord Knight, with blonde hair and the robes of a high priest of Tyr.

Motioning to Aria, Emorikal moves to kneel to the right and slightly behind the Lord Knight.

She follows his lead and kneels bowing her head in prayer.


After a few moments, Aria feels someone place a hand on her shoulder and a feeling of peace and love flows through her. At the touch, Aria opens her eyes slowly and looks around silently.

Looking around, Aria sees the blonde man standing near the altar smiling broadly in her direction.

Blushing, Aria bows her head again, resuming her prayers.


The Lord Knight raises his head and stands, turning to Emorikal and Aria he speaks, "Good morning to you both, it gladdens me that you were able to join me. Tell me though, what brings you to the Marches?"

As the Lord Knight rises, Emorikal and Aria stand as well. "Good morning to you," she says quietly and dips her head respectfully.

Emorikal looks to Aria expectantly at the Lord Knight’s question.

Her eyes widen ever so slightly. She opens her mouth and then closes it.

"I, well I," she stutters, shifting her weight to the other foot and glancing to Emorikal.

She takes in a deep breath and speaks quickly "The truth is that a book told me to come back, but I'm not entirely sure why. I think it might have something to do with my parents, but also, possibly, my aunt. I really don't know. You see, I'm unsure. I am just here to hopefully find out why a book would tell me that, but also, maybe how. It's kind of an odd situation, maybe. I've heard plenty of stories from adventurers and I know that odd things happen, but they do not usually happen directly to me. Again, the dinner was delicious, and the cake was amazing. Thank you for having me."

After her final words she exhales deeply, then inhales deeply again. She gives a soft nervous laugh and glances to Emorikal before fidgeting with her bracelet.


Smirking faintly Emorikal looks to the Lord Knight. "I am escorting her on this task. The book of which she speaks is most vexing, we've yet to find anyone who has seen its like. It has been thoroughly examined by several priests however, who assure me there is no malevolence within it." Looking back to Aria then back to the Lord Knight, "Might you know of anyone skilled in magical oddities that may be worth speaking to?"

Stroking his beard the Lord Knight speaks, "We have no one skilled in such things in the Order at the moment. You may try the Arcane Circle in Nesme, though be wary of them for they are a selfish bunch and rarely help without a high price, and not always in coin. Your best chance would likely be the Heralds Holdfast, Old Knight or one of her servants would likely know at least where you should start looking."

Aria watches silently as Emorikal and the Lord Knight converse, nodding at the mention of Old Knight and the Arcane Circle.


He looks at the nearby blonde man. "Julius, what say you?"

Smiling the blonde man steps forward. "Greetings to you both, I am Julius Silversword, High Priest of Tyr and chaplain of the Order."

Aria smiles warmly and bows slightly, "A pleasure to meet you."

Fixing Aria with a stare he speaks reverently, "You milady have been touched by the Even Handed One. More than once I see. Blessed are you, I know not what He has planned, but I sense a bright future ahead for you. I agree with my brother, you may try the Arcane Circle, though I to would advise caution, and other than that Old Knight."

Aria blushes deeply and fidgets again with her bracelet. She nods again as he mentions the locations again.


The Lord Knight seems a bit taken aback at the statement made by his brother and seems to look at Aria a bit closer. "You are quite perceptive brother, I too can see the signs, though they are very faint. You have the potential for great things lass."

Aria opens her mouth and then closes it, she flushes red and looks to Emorikal with slightly widened eyes.


The Lord Knight gives her a fatherly smile and turns to Emorikal, "Boy, if you have any sense in your head you will make this woman your wife."

Aria sputters out a cough and turns her attention to her feet, twisting the toe of her boot on the shiny floor.

With a wink to them both the Lord Knight turns to his brother, "Let us retire to my office, we have much to discuss."

He looks back to the pair, "Good day to you both. You are welcome to stay here at the keep for as long as your task keeps you in the Marches."

Aria nods quickly, "Aye M'Lord, thank you again for your help, your generous accommodations, and the lovely cake."


As the two men leave the chapel Emorikal turns to Aria. "Well, what shall we do my dear?"

Aria thinks for a moment. "I think we should change and then perhaps head to Rivermoot." She winces at the thought, but turns to the door.

She looks over her shoulder, "Unless you think we should probably just go ahead towards the Arcane Circle or see Old Knight again."

"Let’s head to Rivermoot, we will see what we dig up there and decide further."


She nods. After returning to their room Emorikal dresses for travel in his armor.

As she dresses in her leathers she begins to hum quietly.

Smiling at her humming Emorikal waits by the door for Aria to finish. "I bet I can talk the stable master into loaning us a horse or two, to save our feet."

"There's also the ferry, if you wish,” with a slight shrug she smiles, "Whatever you decide."

Raising a brow Emorikal looks at Aria. "Whatever I decide? No my dear, this is your quest. I am your humble servant. -You- decide."

"The ferry it is, then." She nods in what appears to be a confident manner, though Emorikal is likely familiar enough with her to know otherwise.

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With little conversation and plenty of nervous energy, Aria fidgets and talks incessantly about nothing for the first of the ferry ride. It isn't until she gets still, quiet, and leans against Emorikal's chest that she falls asleep.

As the ferry docks in Rivermoot, Emorikal gently touches Aria's hand. "We're here, Brightheart."

She jumps out of her skin, sitting straight up. She looks over Emorikal and the ferry. Quickly and silently she gets to her feet and paces as she awaits Emorikal to do the same.

Emorikal looks about standing at the foot of the ferry gangplank. "Looks like Rivermoot to me." He turns to Aria, "Lead on, love."

Aria takes a few steps ahead of Emorikal setting her feet on solid ground. She lets out a long sigh and looks over her shoulder to Emorikal. Seeing that she's blocking others' paths, she quickly moves to stand near the covered bench. Emorikal is right behind her.

She takes a long look around as the ferry master gives her a long once over before nodding once and walking back up the plank.


She doesn't seem to notice as she takes in the scenery around her. She thinks silently as she looks across the worn path, "Furin is likely inside hammering away at some adventurer's weapon." She lifts her gaze slightly, "The temple, no doubt Corani and Barent are inside helping a wounded adventurer." She turns her head to the left, "Dave is likely still up there patrolling. Uncle Sill's inn still stands, the gathering place for many by the fire outside."

Emorikal's voice breaks through her own thoughts, "Aria?"

She blinks a few times and turns her attention to him. Softly she says, "I'm sorry," she shakes her head, "I just haven't been her in what feels like a lifetime."

Aria straightens her shoulders and takes a deep breath before making her way up the hill towards the inn.

As they top the hill a few commoners mill about, several men and women of various races sit around the fire cooking some unknown meat source.

Once again she stops, taking in the scenery. She gives a small smile to Emorikal and speaks quietly, "Welcome to Rivermoot, love."

Emorikal follows quietly, knowing this to be a trying time for Aria he watches and listens closely, alert for anything that indicates he needs to speak up.

As they reach the inn he steps around her, his hand beating hers to the door handle, and speaks, "Allow me, milady." He opens the door with an exaggerated bow and a flourish motioning her through the door, in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Aria laughs lightly. In a breath, she speaks, obviously relieved, "Of course."


As they enter, they are greeted by the sounds of others laughing, Gina and Petro playing soft music, and Sill Nefzen hollering to someone in the back room.

She makes her way to the bar and waits for Sill to return.

Emorikal follows her in, lightly shutting the door behind them, and once his eyes adjust to the dim light follows Aria to the bar.

Sill walks around the corner running a hand through his uncut brown hair. Approaching the bar, he calls out before looking up, "Welcome to Riverwalk. All of my rooms are full tonight, but can I get you a drink?"

Aria speaks timidly, "Hello Uncle Sill, I'm glad to see that you're still staying busy."


Sill's dark blue eyes looks up slowly, the wooden mug he was holding falls from his hands to the ground with a clamber.

He exclaims, "Aria! It's been far too long, my dear!"

Then he makes his way around the bar grasping her into a hug, which she eagerly and nervously returns.

Pulling away he gives Emorikal a thorough look over.

"Who is this here, then?" he asks.

"This is... well.. this is Emorikal Valorborn, Uncle Sill," She says as she turns to Emorikal with a smile, placing a hand on his bicep.

"He has graciously offered to help escort me back from Cormyr," she nods some.

Sill looks from Aria’s hand to Emorikal expectantly.

Nodding to the man Emorikal speaks, "Well met. I've had the pleasure of visiting your inn a time or two in my youth, when I was a squire with the Order of the Just. Aria has told me quite a few tales of you in our travels together and speaks of you most fondly." Done speaking, Emorikal places an arm around Arias shoulders and gives her a gentle squeeze of encouragement.


Aria tenses some, then relaxes a bit.

Sill takes in the words slowly, finally nodding. "I appreciate your efforts to ensure her safety."


Sill turns his attention back to Aria. "Have you been home yet?"

Aria simply shakes her head.

"Well run on, then, Iana will be in a fit if she's heard you were here first,” he smiles warmly, "Tell her that I will have dinner here tonight for the lot of us."

Aria opens her mouth and then closes it.

"Ah-ah," Sill shakes his head, "No worries, Emorikal will be welcome, too."

Aria glances to Emorikal and then back to Sill.

"I'm not sure they'll want to do that," she shakes her head looking to her feet, her hand fidgeting with her bracelet. Mumbling quietly under her breath, "I'm not sure -I- want to do that."

He shakes his head, "Don't be stubborn, Aria, go see your mother and join me later for dinner."

Aria nods, "Yes, sir, thank you."

He nods and returns behind the counter, picks up the mug that's fallen to the floor, then walks to the back room.


Aria looks to Emorikal and shrugs a bit, "Want to have dinner with my Uncle?"

With a twinkle in his eye Emorikal smiles at Aria. "Of course, I would be honored."

With a nod, Aria moves to the door.


Once outside, she looks around at the business of the village. Dave Analori walks the well-worn path. He is barely recognizable with a full grey beard. He pauses briefly, offering Aria a nod before continuing on his way.

Aria moves from the doorway to the fence that overlooks the river below and turns to Emorikal.

"I know that you're going to tell me that it's up to me, but where do you think we should go next?" her shoulders slightly slump as she looks to him.

"Perhaps Corani could tell us something about the book?" she lifts her brows hopefully.

Emorikal grasps her by the shoulders and kisses her on the forehead. "We should go to your home, as your uncle suggested."

Involuntarily her mouth forms a pout.

"I knew you'd say that," she whispers, "Best to get it over with I guess."


She turns and heads north. She glances to the hill to the West and shakes her head, her stride quickens intensely until they are outside the town gates.

Her stride slows as they near her home. Her body visibly tensing as they approach the door. She lifts her hand to knock, pauses and looks to Emorikal before gently tapping three times.

Aria stands with one hand clasped in the other and after a short moment a petite woman opens the door. Her hair is chestnut brown tied neatly in a braid that hangs over her shoulder with unruly wisps that have escaped framing her face, her eyes are a deep, dark river blue and light wrinkles line her forehead and eyes. She is exactly what you'd expect, an older version of Aria, herself.


As their eyes meet, they are frozen in time. Aria's mind races with thoughts, but she can't settle on a single thing to say.

Iana exhales Aria's name in a breath, "Aria."

She leans in for an awkward hug, one which Aria returns briefly.

"Mother," she says quickly and quietly, "I've just spoken with Uncle Sill and he'd like us to come for dinner tonight."

Taken aback, Iana looks from Aria to the north, and then to Emorikal.

Aria follows her gaze to Emorikal, giving him a slight shrug.

Iana says, "You've been to the Riverwalk, then? It's been four years, Aria, you didn't think to come home, first?"

Aria's shoulders slump and she looks to her feet, "I am sorry, Mother, in all fairness, I wasn't sure that you'd want to see me."

Iana scoffs. "You're my daughter, Aria, of course I want to see you. I wasn't expecting you, I was simply surprised."


As if just realizing they were standing at the door, Iana moves aside and looks to Emorikal, then Aria again.

She speaks in a mother's tone, curious and protective, "You and your guest are welcome, of course."

Giving a bow like one would give a Queen Emorikal speaks, "Madam, I thank you for your hospitality. I am Emorikal Valorborn, Squire to the Royal Order of Monster Hunters of Cormyr and paladin of the Even Handed."

Aria breathes a sigh of relief as they move to enter her home.


The home itself is small, but clean and warmly decorated. There are fine curtains on the windows, and though old, the furniture looks immaculately cared for. The open room opens to the kitchen with a staircase to one side of the room.

Iana motions to the sofa, "Please, sit, I'll bring drinks."

Aria moves to the sofa, sitting on the edge, a small table in front of her. She smiles to Emorikal, inviting him to sit with her.

"Thank you, Mother," she calls after her as she leaves the room, though she is still visible in the open kitchen area.

Emorikal sits beside Aria and looks about the room, taking in all the details.


"Coffee okay, Emorikal? Is it alright if I call you that?" Iana says, not waiting for an answer, she moves to warm the kettle.

She gathers a few mugs and returns to the sitting area, setting them on the small table she takes a seat in the chair nearby.

Nodding, "Of course ma'am." Reaching for a cup and smiles. "Thank you, you have a lovely home, almost as lovely as your daughter."

Aria also reaches for a mug and gasps and purses her lips at Emorikal.

Iana looks to Emorikal curiously for a long moment then to Aria, "How did the two of you meet? That is a Cormyrean uniform, yes?"

Aria nods, holding the mug to her lips she smiles at the familiar smell. She takes a sip, "Yes, Emorikal is from, well, he was a member, I mean..." She stops speaking, composing her thoughts and sets the mug down.

She looks to Emorikal, "I forget how you explain that, so I will leave that to you, but yes." She nods.

Iana looks at Aria curiously then to Emorikal, "I'm not sure I've ever seen my daughter so flustered."


Emorikal smiles with a nod.

"My father and mother were soldiers of the Holy Order of the Just, near Rauvinwatch. I was born there in the keep and raised by the Order. My mother died in childbirth and my father some years later in battle. Once I was old enough I set out and traveled to Cormyr seeking adventure and the like,” he says calmly almost as if it is a rehearsed answer.

He takes a sip of the coffee and then continues, “It was there that I met your daughter. We have traveled together for quite some time and had some amazing adventures. She is quite the adventurer, and has gained some renown. There are none I would rather have by my side." He pauses and looks to Aria, then to Iana, then back.

He smiles to Aria. "I must also confess, she’s found quite the place in my heart."


Aria blushes profusely and twiddles her fingers in her lap before looking to her mother.

Iana listens intently to Emorikal before speaking, "I am very sorry for your loss. It must have been quite difficult.”

At the mention of adventure, Iana looks to Aria and frowns briefly before turning her attention back to Emorikal.


She speaks quietly, "Your father is due to return near sunset. I am certain he would like to meet you."

Immediately Aria replies, "Mother..."

Iana raises her hand dismissively, "It has been a long time, Aria, you've grown since you left here all that time ago, and I’m only stating the facts. Your father will be happy to see you are safe and still in good company."

Aria simply nods.


After an awkward silence, Aria stands. She gathers the mugs and returns them to the kitchen and seeing that the silence remains, she states, "We should be going. We need to see Corani and Rappi on a ... business matter. We will see you at dinner, then?"

Iana nods.

"Thank you for your hospitality ma'am. I do look forward to seeing you again." Emorikal stands and looks to Aria.

Aria walks to the door glancing over her shoulder at the home that once felt so big, but now felt so very small.


She opens the door and walks outside. Without pausing she heads towards the towns gates.

She doesn't wait for Emorikal to open them, instead she murmurs under her breath and with a wave of her hand they swing open slowly. Once through, she closes them in the same manner.


Atop the hill she once again glances to her right, pausing this time in her step, she turns her attention to Emorikal.

"We should go talk to Rappi, he may have valuable information," she says folding her arms under her chest.

Nodding Emorikal waves a hand onward. "Lead on dear heart."

She nods once and makes her way to the small shop across from the inn.

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Inside, the walls are adorned with various adventuring gear and gadgets and shelves house books, tools, and a few potion bottles.

A curious gnome stands behind the counter clad in black and grey leathers. He stands atop a tool there so that he appears somewhat taller than your average gnome.

He quickly rolls up a leather mat, smiling, and says before looking up, "Bug bombs now in stock. Useful for lazy picnics and the like."

Once he looks up, he turns his attention first to Emorikal, "Kind sir, it would appear that you are in need of a hat. You're quite lucky, I have -"


He stops speaking as his attention moves to Aria. He smiles broadly and steps down from his stool to make his way around the counter. "Aria!" he exclaims, "It's been quite some time, yes!"

For the first time in a bit, Aria's body relaxes and she smiles warmly as she embraces Rappi in a brief hug. "Hello, Mister Rappi! Aye, it has been a bit, yes. How are you? I trust that your shop is doing well." She says as she motions to the current stock of items about.

He chuckles some, "Aye, aye, well enough to keep me busy, yes." He winks at her and then turns to Emorikal. "Who is your friend here?"


Emorikal eyes the shifty gnome before nodding his head in greeting. "Well met, I am Emorikal Valorborn."

Aria smiles at Emorikal and nods to Rappi, then says softly as Rappi returns to his stool, "Yes, this is my, well, this is Emorikal Valorborn. We've been traveling about Cormyr for quite some time together. You'd be happy to know that he's always got my back. Or usually my front, rather."

She laughs melodically and Rappi smiles.

"We've seen quite a few things in our travels!" she says excitedly, leaning forward on the counter as she speaks to him. Her eyes light up and she occasionally glances to Emorikal as they talk about recent adventures in Cormyr."


Rappi chuckles some and says, "It seems you're doing all you set out to do, Miss Aria. I'm quite proud of you, yes." He nods again.

"Thank you, Mister Rappi, of course that means a lot. You know I don't have a lot of support for my decision, but never mind that. I need to ask you about something," Aria says, reaching for her pack and pulling out a large leather book with an "M" embossed on the front. "Have you ever seen this book?"

She sets the book on the counter and slides it to him, twisting it, so that it is facing the right direction for him.


"Hmm," he says, looking curiously at it for a long moment, "I can't say that I have. What is it?"

Aria takes a moment to explain how they found the book in the kobold caves near Greatgaunt.

Rapping listens intently, interrupting only once to say, "You have always had a thing for books, Miss Aria."

When she finishes he begins to flip through the pages. Confused he says, "Oi, the pages are blank."


Aria shakes her head just as he reaches the center of the book where a few words are written. She places her hand on the page to flatten the pook on the counter and points to them.

"This is where things become abnormal. I've read nearly every book I've come across, collected them for a long while, but Ive never had one write itself to me," she says seriously before continuing to explain how the words came to be.

"After finding the book, I felt connected to it somehow, I suppose. I simply couldn't figure out. At dinner one night I was frustrated, studying the 'M' to determine why it felt so familiar," she shakes her head continuing, "I shoved the book and it fell open to this very page, these words were there where they were not before, the ink fresh as if it'd just been written, but I was alone. I didn't write it."

Rappi raises one eyebrow, looking from Aria to the book, he reads, "Drniihui unmy liyhui drniera anyon gorayzi dry tyunmystyfiihu. Anyon ziunchch niefii dry ky poestgo poiwyhui anyon stera ky wyhuziehuty."

Aria nods and Rappi continues, "In my old age, my draconic may be a bit rusty, but it means something like you need to know more and you have to go back before you go forward, right?"

Again, Aria nods, looking briefly to Emorikal with a shrug.


She turns her attention back to Rappi, "I've waited nearly a year, nothing else has... appeared."

"Emorikal and I brought it to a priest of Oghma, he gave us a scroll. And well, it's probably easier if I just show you," Aria says, stepping back from the counter.

She murmurs quietly, melodically, and the book springs to life, lifting from the counter and flapping the pages as if wings, it returns to Aria's side.


Startled, Rappi gasps a bit and watches curiously. "Well how about that!" he exclaims.

Aria simply nods again, pointing to the counter and walking forward, the book follows, settling there. She speaks under her breath and the pages quit moving.


She waits a moment as Rappi examines the book again, flipping it from the front to the back and flipping the pages and then settling on the closed book, he looks back to Aria.

"That is really something. Have you talked to Sill? Alan? Corani?" he questions.

"Sill?" she questions, "what would Uncle Sill care about an old book? We hope to speak with Corani soon. And father?"

Rappi shrugs, "Who knows what someone knows? I ask because you're here - back in Rivermoot. Surely you know a handsome, brilliant gnome in Cormyr that would have saved you the cost and time of travel, no?"

He smirks some. "You've made your way all the way back, you might as well ask around, huh?"


Aria thinks on that a moment and then nods, "I suppose you're right, though I'd hoped to keep the adventure and oddities out of the conversations with my family."

Rappi responds thoughtfully, "You never know." Then, with a shrug he steps down from the stool and walks toward his store room.

"I've got to work on some inventory, but I'm here if there's any way I can help, huh, kid?" he smiles at her as she packs the book away in her pack.

She responds with a smile, "Thank you Mister Rappi, I appreciate that. Hope everything continues to go well for you here. I'll check in before I leave to head back to Cormyr."

"Going back are you?" he says with a smile, "Do that, yeah. And lock the door on ye way out if you don't mind." He waves and then enters his store room and closes the door.


Aria turns to Emorikal. With a shrug and a smile, "Well, that wasn't very helpful, but I suppose it didn't hurt."

Emorikal nods to Aria and heads out of the shop, "Well where to next?"


"We should visit Corani at the temple," she says locking the door to the shop.

"It's this way," she locks her arm in his and leads him up the hill and then laughs, "as I'm sure you already knew."

Emorikal shakes his head and pats Aria on the arm as they walk up the hill to the temple.(edited)


As they enter, the stone walls are adorned with curtains of lustrous, crimson fabric with gold stitching. A large harp sits in center of the room. Corani hums and walks the floor and a wounded adventurer lies on a cot on the far side of the room.

The beautiful woman smiles brightly at the pair and motions them closer. Her voice is melodic and beautiful as she speaks, "Be welcome adventurers, know that you stand in the house of Milil."


Aria smiles warmly to Corani and gives a shallow curtsy. "Miss Corani, a pleasure to see you again. I've come to seek your aide."

"I'm not sure if you remember me, but I am Aria Migand, Keeper-," she pauses, shaking her head, "Aria Migand, Alan and Iana's daughter. This is my friend Emorikal Valorborn." She turns motioning to Emorikal.


With a curious look Corani approaches, "Aria. My child how you have grown." After looking Aria over closely she again speaks, "Taken to the road I see. Well done, I always knew this village was too small to contain your brightness, and found quite the strapping lad while you were at it hm?"

Aria blushes brightly and nods, "Aye," she looks over Emorikal from head to toe, "I suppose I did."


She looks down at her pack and pulls out the large leather book. "I was hoping to find out if you knew anything of this book," she says, offering it to Corani.


Corani takes the book into her hands, "I am no scribe, but I will have a look for you, certainly."

Muttering a spell of detection Corani places a hand over the book, "Strange magic you have there, I am not familiar with the type. What does it contain?"

Without waiting for an answer she takes the book and shuffles through the pages, "Hm. It is enchanted in some way, and seems to have some draconic writing in it, other than that I am afraid there is little I can tell you."

With a slight frown she hands the book back to Aria, "You may want to travel to the Vault of Sages in fair Silverymoon."


Aria listens to Corani and then frowns, but nods. "Yes, alright. I was hoping to avoid that that."

She curtsies again, "I do appreciate your time and aid."


Corani nods, smiling warmly she moves back to the bedside of the injured.


Aria turns to Emorikal, "Well, I say we save that as a last resort, hmm?" She gives him a knowing smile and turns to find her way back outside.

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Once outside, the sun has started to set low in the sky. A dull orange haze lights the horizon and the sounds of rowdy adventurers drift from the village's center.

She looks to Emorikal and sighs, "I suppose we should see if we can find a room at the inn to wash up for dinner."

Emorikal nods and follows Aria back to the Riverwalk in where he opens the door and stands by to allow her to enter.


Aria reenters the inn and approaches the bar again where Sill is standing.

She says, "I was hoping you'd have a room where we could stay the night, Uncle Sill. We'd like to get washed up before dinner."

He frowns some, "I'm sorry, Aria, as I said before I'm completely full, even have someone on a cot in the store room tonight, I do."

Aria frowns, "Uncle Sill, we've not got anywhere else to stay."

He shakes his head slowly, "Again, I'm sorry, maybe you could talk with Iana, they've the extra room, you know?"

Aria's eyes widen and she shakes her head and speaks quickly, "Oh, I don't think that's a good idea at all, Uncle Sill. We will figure something out. Emorikal has a tent if nothing else."

Sill nods and goes to greet a customer and Aria turns to Emorikal.


Emorikal takes Aria by the hand and leads her from the inn. "We have two choices. We can go back to the Keep and stay there, or we can ask your family for accommodations. Personally, I think we should do the later, as I believe you need to reconcile your concerns with your family. If nothing else it will remove that from your mind."

Aria laughs heartily, "You want to stay with my family."

She scoffs, "You've not even met my father. We've stayed in worse conditions. The tent would do fine? I mean dinner is one thing, but lodging... the two of us together.. there... that is something else completely."

She pauses as if she's just thought of something but shakes her head instead.


Emorikal smiles at Aria and shakes his head, "I am not worried about meeting your father. I look forward to it. I've faced down evils that would make most men wet themselves and cry like babes, I dare say I can handle anything your father can muster."

Aria tosses her hands up defeatedly, "Sometimes I wonder how you do that."

She turns and starts the walk to her home, the sun finally setting to the west and the sky grows dark.

As they reach her home, she once again pauses before taking a deep breath and knocking on the door.


Unlike before there is a much shorter amount of time before the door swings open. And this time, a man stands before them.

Alan is tall and muscular, an opposite of Iana and Aria, he stands just over six foot tall. His hair is a lighter brown and is neatly trimmed and combed. His is well dressed, though he appears tired, a deep down in your soul kind of tired.

Seeing Aria, his eyes brighten and he quickly embraces her, "Aria! Iana told me you'd come home, but I couldn't believe it until now."

He holds her shoulders and pushes her back to arm’s length and looks over her closely. After a moment he speaks quickly, a rapid-fire load of questions, "Are you alright? What brought you home? Who is this?"

He gently releases her shoulders and his smile softens as he turns his attention to Emorikal.


Upon her release Aria exhales deeply, her shoulders relax and she blinks a few times taking in all that he's asked.

"I have come back, father, aye, we're supposed to have dinner with Uncle Sill soon, I'm sure mother told you. I am fine. I am well. We can discuss all of that at dinner," She smiles at him again.

"This is Emorikal Valorborn," she replies, knowing her mother has already told him everything from earlier, she doesn't elaborate.


As if on cue, her mother approaches the doorway and smiles to Aria and Emorikal. Aria nods.

She waits until her father looks to her again and says, "I regret to say that Uncle Sill does not have a room for us tonight and we were hoping to wash up before dinner."

Aria puts a hand on Emorikal's forearm as she awaits a reply, but her father looks to Aria's hand and then Emorikal.


"You two need a place to stay, then?" he says, the emphasis on "two".

As he stands watching and listening to Arias rapid fire speech he smiles a time or two and once Aria seems to peter out he speaks, "Well met sir. As Aria said, I am Emorikal Valorborn, Squire to the Royal Corps of Monster Hunters in Cormyr, and paladin of the Even Handed. We do so hate to impose, but would be grateful for your hospitality. We do have lodging at the keep of the Just near Rauvinwatch, but that is quite the walk at this hour and I dare say we would be quite tardy for dinner." As he speaks Emorikal clearly puts a slight emphasis on the "we".


Aria audibly swallows. Her face is bright red and she's thankful for the cover of nightfall. She fidgets with her bracelet as Emorikal speaks.

As he finishes, she laughs nervously and adds, "It has been quite a long day and we'd really just like to have dinner and rest."


Alan looks over his shoulder at Iana and then back to the two, "Please come in, you can wash up for dinner."

At this, Iana moves aside and Alan turns to let the pair inside before closing the door behind them.

"Aria, I'm sure you can show Emorikal where to wash up," he says before following his wife into the kitchen silently.

Aria nods, "Yes, sir."


She leads Emorikal up the stairs and hears her parents speaking inaudibly in the kitchen.

Atop the stairs there are four doors, three of which are closed, the only open one a modest washroom.

At the landing Aria pauses, looking to the two doors to the right for a moment before motioning to the washroom to her left.

"We can was up in there," she says, but she's already walking towards the far door on the right.


She opens the door slowly and takes one step inside. The moon through the window is the only light, but she didn't need it to recognize the room anyway.

She pushes the door open and walks further in the room, murmuring quietly a small ball of dim, blue light appears in her hand, which she tosses up into the air and it stays.

The room is small, cozy. There is a small bed near the window, a chest of drawers to her left and straight in front of her a large bookshelf, full of books with some even spilling to stacks on the floor.

She looks over her shoulder to see Emorikal in the doorway and she invites him in.


She says softly, "This was my room. Not a thing has changed. It is exactly as I remember it."

Looking around the room he chuckles, "We'd have a hard time sleeping in that bed hm?"

Aria laughs, "Aye, it would seem, yes." She blinks a few times around the room.

"No worries, I can sleep on the floor here, you can have the bed," she shakes her head.

With a raised brow and a snort he gives her a nudge, "As if I would allow you to sleep on the floor. We will manage fine I am certain. Come, let us wash."


At the sound of footsteps on the stairs, Aria nods.

She meets her father at the top of the stairs and motions for Emorikal to go on ahead, "You go ahead, I'll be quick after you're done and we can go back to the inn."

Emorikal steps into the washroom and swiftly but efficiently cleans his hands and face, careful to not make a mess.


Aria talks quietly with her father on the landing and as Emorikal emerges she smiles to each of them separately and takes her pack in to do the same. She hums softly as she washes.


Alan puts a hand up to pause Emorikal as he emerges, "Emorikal, it would seem you've captured the attention of my daughter, I am admittedly caught off guard. While I never expected she would leave home so abruptly, I certainly never imagined she'd come home in the company of a gentleman."

Smiling faintly Emorikal nods his head, "While I know little of why Aria left home, I was quite surprised to encounter someone from my homeland while I wandered in Cormyr." Emorikal briefly explains his origins and how he and Aria met. "As time has passed I have grown quite fond of Aria, I do hope that during this visit you will learn enough of me to see I have only honorable intentions."

Alan appears thoughtful for a moment and simply nods, "You may wait in her room if you'd like. Iana and I will be at the Riverwalk."


Just then, Aria emerges from the washroom with wet hair that she's drying with a piece of floral linen, she's changed her leathers for a simple blue dress.

She looks between the two curiously, "I'll be ready in just a moment." She takes her pack to her room.

Alan nods and continues down the stairs, "We will meet you at Sill's. Be quick."


Moments later, with freshly braided hair tied in a knot at the base of her neck, she and Emorikal are walking the path to the inn.

She looks to him and says quickly, "Is everything alright? I am not sure I am up for this, it could be total chaos. We could just go back to the keep. Dinners there are much nicer, I'm sure. Is it warm out? It feels warm out. What did you and father talk about? Anything important? Did my mother make an appearance? I really don't mind the floor. Though, father hasn't actually even said we were welcome to stay the night, yet. Did you catch that? He only said we could wash up. It will likely depend on what mother says, I'm sure."

She sucks in a deep breath as if she'd not done so in a long while.


Emorikal grasps Aria by the shoulders and gives her a deep, knee buckling kiss. "Calm yourself love. We are having dinner with your family. It is nothing to concern yourself over."

A few onlooking adventurer's in front of the inn sitting around the fire whoop and whistle.

Aria practically melts in Emorikal's grasp. When words fail she simply nods and walks on.

They make their way inside the inn where it is ironically much calmer and quieter and Sill greets them.


"We're set up in the back, Aria," he motions to a door leading to the store room.

Aria leads the way and Emorikal follows. Upon reaching the store room, there is another door off to the left.


As they enter the room is lit by wall sconces and three large candles on a huge wooden table. The table is old and worn as if many a meal has been had there with little knicks and dents in various places. The chairs also show signs of wear, but appear to have been covered with fresh cloth recently. The table will seat ten, though only five have arrived.

Sill takes a seat at one head of the table and Alan has already seated himself at the other.

After pulling Arias chair out for her Emorikal offers a bow to both heads of the table. Aria sits across from her mother and folds her hands in her lap, offering each of the other guests a small smile.
Emorikal seats himself beside Aria.

Various menu items are arranged on the table, though much less extravagantly than the dinner at the Keep.


"You've outdone yourself, Uncle Sill," Aria says, "Everything looks lovely."

Sill guffaws, "I did not do this Aria, you know better."

Aria laughs lightly and nods, "Well, Andrea did a wonderful job. Everything looks delicious and I'm not certain we've stopped to eat today."


Aria looks to Emorikal with a shrug.

Sill nods.

Iana frowns briefly and Alan sets about fixing his plate.


Dinner itself is rather mundane, the four of them are practiced and though she's been absent, Aria doesn't miss a beat. Plates are passed, food is eaten and conversation is rather sparse.

After everyone has finished, Sill excuses himself for a moment and the silence is deafening.


Aria speaks quietly, "Father, you'd asked what brought me home," she pauses waiting until she has her father's attention.

He nods.

"I've a book that I'd like to find out more about," she continues, "It would appear to be magical in nature, but neither Rappi nor Corani could offer me much advice."

He nods again, "Aria, you know I know very little about magical means."


In the corner of her eyes she notices her mother’s eyes widen slightly.

Iana says, "I think I should offer Sill help." She stands and walks out of the room.

Aria frowns, watching her go, and murmurs under her breath, "I do not think this is a good idea."


Aria looks to Emorikal briefly before she turns her attention back to her father.

"I don't mean to upset her, Father," she sighs, "I think it would help if I could explain, but I'm not sure she'll be willing to hear."

She shrugs, "I don't know if she can even help, but perhaps."


Her father sets a hand atop of her own, "Your mother was worried about you, Aria, and she’s missed you. Things may be difficult for her, but you're home now. You're safe. She'll understand."

Aria furrows her brows in confusion, "I'm not staying, father, I didn't know you thought I'd come home to stay."


He appears thoughtful for a moment and then nods as Sill and Iana return to the room.

Sill is carrying a large platter full of a very large chocolate cake. He sets the cake on the table with a broad grin, "I thought you might want dessert." He winks at Aria.

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Aria laughs lightly, "Some things never change, Uncle Sill."

Aria happily cuts the cake passing out slices.

The mood lightens and afterwards Aria looks to Dill, "Everything was truly lovely, Uncle Sill, thank you."

He chuckles and nods, "Of course. Any time. Brought back a lot of memories, it did."

They all nod silently in agreement and for a moment there is a mournful pause.


Aria shakes her head dismissively. "I think we can all agree it would be a much better night if Arin and Aunt Ellie were here, but we can also be thankful for the time we had wth them and the time that we have here, now," she says quietly, smiling.

She touches Emorikal's hand briefly, then looks to Uncle Sill. "Actually," she says, "I do have a reason for coming back. I need help with a book I've found." She neatly stacks the remaining dishes and sets them aside before reaching into her pack at her feet and sets the book atop the table.

Aria briefly retells the tale of how she found the book and how the writing on the pages came to be. The others listen closely and near the end, Iana stands, "I'm sorry, I'll be of no help and I'm not feeling well. I think I will return home."


Alan gives her a concerned look and speaks quietly with her for a moment and nods. She kisses his cheek and bids farewell to the others before leaving. Aria gives her father a look of concern, but he simply replies, "She's just tired, Aria, it's been an eventful day."


Aria nods and turns her attention back to the book on the table, "Do either of you know anything that might be able to help me find the origin of the book?"

She looks between her father and her uncle, but both seem to be at a loss. Sill shrugs, "Aria, you know I don't know anything much about magic and the sort. Around here, we leave that to Corani."

Alan nods in agreement, "Neither me, Aria, I am afraid I don't know anything, but I am happy to keep an ear out and ask around on my route."

Aria nods and sighs, pulling the book to her and closing it, she tucks it away in her pack. "Yes, sir, thank you for your help. You, too, Uncle Sill. I am thankful."

She looks to her father, "It's be a lovely, lovely evening, but I was hoping to go for a short walk before I return to the house, father. Would that be alright?"


Reluctantly he nods, "Of course. I suppose the two of you can stay. It's much safer than a trip to the keep at this hour. Brigands still trouble the roads between here and High Hold. I'd much rather know that you are safe. Don't be out too late."

Aria nods and looks to Emorikal, "I'd be happy if you'd join me for a walk, or if you'd rather, you can head back with father and I will be there shortly."


Emorikal nods and echoes Arias thanks to those present for the meal and hospitality. "I will walk along with you dear heart, if you'd like."

She smiles and nods, "Of course."


"Uncle Sill, do you need help with the clean up?" she asks politely, but looks relieved when he declines.

"Not necessary, I've taken to asking for help when I need it," he says with a chuckle just as a lovely young woman comes in to remove the dishes from the table.


Alan chuckles and rolls his eyes, "Aye, that he has. With the inn picking up in popularity and all."

Aria nods, "Well, I am glad to hear that. It could've easily become to much on you."

She gets to her feet and waits for Emorikal to follow.

"Thank you again for everything," she says sincerely, "I hope we get the chance to do it again, soon."

Emorikal stands and moves to follow Aria. He briefly pauses and gives a polite bow to Sill. "You have a fine inn here good man. May you all walk in the Light, until next we meet." With that he turns and follows Aria from the inn.


Sill nods to Emorikal respectfully, "Thank you kind sir, I daresay you're welcome here anytime, but I'm sure Aria would make sure of that anyhow," he winks to Aria.

The pair leave the two gentlemen alone and make their way outside.

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Aria looks to Emorikal, "That wasn't a complete disaster."


Outside the moon is much higher in the sky, full and bright, it lights the night. It is clear and you can see thousands of stars that speckle the sky. The crowd around the fire has dwindled to just a few and those appear travel worn and weary. The conversations are much quieter and the fire just embers now. Dave nods as he continues his patrol on the worn path.

She leads them towards her home, stopping at the path to the west.


After a thoughtful moment she says, "Could we, I mean, would you mind going wth me, down there, the -" she stops talking and just motions down the hill there to a bridge.

"I've not been down there since the accident. I'd just like to," she hesitates and a significant amount of time passes before she continues, "I'm not actually sure what I'd like, but I suppose it feels like something I should do."

With a look of compassion and understanding Emorikal nods to Aria, "Of course. Lead the way my dear, I am right here with you."

Aria nods and leads Emorikal, her gait slows as the near the bottom of the hill and she pauses.

Before them stands a beautiful scene. The moon reflects off of a narrowed River Surbin that flows beneath a small, wooden bridge. The sounds of the town disappear as they approach, replaced by the quieter river's flow. Across the way there is nothing but open land, mostly flat and with a few farms in the distance. Just off the path is a small stone marker.


Aria slowly moves to the stone marker and places her hand there for a long moment. Slowly, lowers herself to the ground and looks out over the water.

Emorikal reads the marker and kneels in the grass beside Aria. He places an arm around her shoulder and quietly mutters a prayer for the lost.

"He was my brother and my best friend," she says taking in a deep breath, "It's been more than ten years, but I can still remember it like it was yesterday." Her voice cracks as she continues, "I still have dreams about it."

She puts her head in her hands and sobs silently for a moment before somewhat regaining her composure.


She gets to her feet and paces the path in front of the bridge. "I don't know what I expected by coming here. Nothing has changed. The bridge is fixed, the town moved on. My mother and father moved on," her voice drips with an anger rarely heard from her lips and she tosses her hands up in frustration.

Emorikal stands and speaks, "We all grieve in different ways, some longer than others, some with little outward signs. You hold much regret in your heart, and guilt. You must come to terms with what happened, and realize it was an accident. There is always something we could have done different, but do not judge yourself for something you did not do. Know in your heart and soul that you are not at fault, there is no guilt. How can you stand in judgement of yourself when the Even Handed has shown you time and again that you are innocent of any wrongdoing?"


She turns to look at Emorikal, "I know that I am not fault. Somewhere, I know that." She scoffs.

"Even that feels wrong," she replies again her shoulders slumped as she stands looking out over the water, "This all feels wrong. Being here feels wrong." She motions with her hands out over the water.

She kicks the dirt beneath her feet some. A few small pebbles splash in the water.

"Don't get me wrong, it's been better than I anticipated, sure, and seeing everyone has been nice, but I still don't belong here," then she adds speaking quickly, "And how do I tell my father that? And all of it for what? I've learned nothing new about the book. Perhaps it was all a misunderstanding and the book is not meant for me after all. I think coming here might have been a mistake."

Emorikal shakes his head sternly. "You are wrong. Coming here was far from a mistake, it has shown you many things you did not know, perhaps not about the book yet, but about your family. They love you dearly Aria, and while they may want you to be the little girl that you once were you are not that person. You are a strong, beautiful woman who has stood by my side in countless battles, seen things many only see in nightmares, and yet still you stand by my side. Use that same courage you have shown time and time again to tell your mother and your father what you will do with your life. It is your life, not theirs." He gives her a faint smile, "If you wish I will even cast a few prayers over you for added courage and protection from fear." He winks.

Aria listens intently to Emorikal as he speaks, his eyes narrow with the intensity of the conversation.

"You have a way with words, Emorikal," as she walks to him and leans her head on his shoulder, "I often wonder how you see me as such when no one else does."


She turns to walk up the hill, "While I will welcome your prayers, I don't think I am up for that conversation toni-" she pauses, seeing the silhouette of her mother there and pauses her step.

Emorikal nearly bumps into Aria as he stops, starting and looking up the hill once he realizes why she stopped. Composing himself he clears his throat. "Fair evening good woman, how does this night find you?"


Iana looks down at the pair, "I figured I could find you here. Could you excuse my daughter and me?"

Aria clears her throat and looks to Emorikal with a slight nod.


Emorikal gives a slight bow to the older woman, then turn to Aria. "I will wait near the fire in front of the inn. If you have need of me, you need only call out." He places a hand on the side of her face and kisses her forehead before walking away up the hill.

Aria watches him go as her mother makes her way down the hill. The air seems colder.


Iana places a hand on the stone, "Oh, Arin."

Aria joins her and reads over the stone once again, "Arin Migand, in our hearts forever."


"Mother, I -," Aria pauses, "I didn't mean to cause any trouble. I wasn't sure I should come back at all."

Iana shakes her head, "Don't be silly Aria, Rivermoot is where you belong. I knew you'd return. You are well-loved and welcome."

Aria gives a frustrated sigh, "No, mother, I -don't- belong here. I am not even sure why I returned. Because a silly book told me so?" she scoffs.

Iana turns to look at Aria, "No, my dear, I think it's time we have a talk," she glances up the hill and to her surroundings, "Just between you and I, of course, so we'll not be making our way home just yet."

Curiously, Aria's eyes widen slightly, "As you wish, Mother." She moves to lean against the cliffside, offering a hand to her mother who lowers herself beside her.


Iana looks out over the river, "I've not been here much since you left. Not much has changed, but nothing has been forgotten, I assure you."

Iana looks to her hands in her lap, "There's a lot you don't know."


Aria frowns, "About Arin? I remember, Mother. I remember it clearly."


Iana shakes her head, "No, Aria, you don't. It isn't your fault. None of it is your fault. You were just children."


Aria places a hand on her mother's, "It is not your fault either, Mother, as Emorikal said, it was just an accident."


Iana huffs, "Such a short time to put such trust in a man's words, Aria."


Aria pulls her hand back to her own lap, drawing her knees up to her chest, "That man has seen me through some of my toughest trials, Mother, you've little room to be so quick to judge."


Iana pauses, finally nodding, "You're right, I do not know him. I have no place to cast judgement on him, but in the same respect he can only know what you've told him... He was not here."


Aria nods, "Aye, of course."


Iana frowns and looks to Aria, "Your book. I might know more than I've let on."


Aria's mouth falls agape. "You know about the book?"


Iana shakes her head, "No, not exactly, I mean, I've never seen the book, but," she hesitates, "but I do know a little about the weave." She shakes her head again, "That's not true either, I simply know where you might have inate abilities with it."


Aria listens silently, not offering a word.


"You see, when I was little I didn't know anything about magic," she starts, "often odd things would happen and I would pass them off as coincidence or accidents. Sometimes I would even get into trouble. A broken vase, a candle in my room when there was none, random things. It wasn't until I was much older, nearly your age now that I realized that was not what was happening. These weren't coincidences or accidents. I was never allowed to spend time running about listening to stories of adventurers. We didn't have access to the information that you did... do. I didn't know what I was experiencing and my parents, simple farmers, would not have even understood the questions, much less been able to give me any answers."


Aria leans away to get a better look at her mother. "You never told me any of this."


Iana nods, "Aye, your father doesn't know either. I would rather keep it that way. That's why I'm here."


Aria frowns, "You want me to lie to Father?"


Iana shakes her head, "No, I want you to let me explain things to him in my own time."


Aria frowns again, turning her attention back to the bridge. "You think what happened with Arin is related to magic?"


Iana shakes her head with her voice cracking she answers, "No, I think what happened with Arin was an accident. An awful tragedy. A heartbreaking loss."


Aria sniffles and nods, "Then why tell me this now."


Iana places a hand on Aria's knee, "Because, Aria, you left. You did something I was never brave enough to do. I don't regret my decision. I love your father. I love our home... our children... our life," she squeezes her knee encouragingly, "I know what it's like to feel lost and frustrated while you try to learn and discover what is going on within your own self. I tell you this now because I love you and I want you to know that I would do anything to help you."


Aria listens intently tears welling in her eyes.


Iana continues, "But I'm not sure how. As a mother that leaves me frustrated. I don't know anything of this book, but I know that I need you to know this about me. Maybe it will help you find answers, maybe not, I can't be sure."


Aria nods slowly, "Thank you, Mother. I have missed you... For so many years."

She embraces her mother tightly and they stay that way for a long moment.

Aria lifts her face, wipes her tears and makes her way to stand, then offers a hand to her mother.


Iana takes it and gets to her feet, "You'll let me tell your father, right?"


Aria swallows, "I will, aye, but only if I'm not directly asked. I will not lie about it."


Iana says woefully, "I suppose that is fair. Thank you, Aria."


Aria starts up the hill, "I am going to find Emorikal, can you make it home safely?"


Iana nods, "Be quick, it is late. I've left extra linens in your room."


Each top the hill and head opposite directions.

Emorikal smiles upon seeing Aria. "I'll not hound you with questions, I can see you are very tired. But the smile on your face tells me I was at least partially correct." Standing he walks to her and embraces her. "Come, lets find you a bed before you fall down asleep."

Aria simply nods thankfully and leans into him as they walk back to her home.

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The next morning as the sun beams in the window, Emorikal wakes up to Aria on the floor beside him, wrapped up in the blanket with her back to him. Apparently at some point in the night she'd decided that it would be more comfortable on the floor with him than on the bed without him.

Emorikal stretches and wipes the sleep from his eyes. Noticing Aria on the floor beside him he smiles and gently shakes her awake. "Good morning dear heart."

Aria awakens, blinks a few times and smiles at him. "Good morning, love."

She looks around a moment then sits up. "I'd forgotten we were here."

Her face tightens briefly before she shakes it off and gets to her feet.


"Do you smell that?" she questions, making her way to her bookshelf.

She glides her finger over the spines of the books that line the shelves.

Absently she says, "Mother is making eggs."

She moves her finger down to the next shelf, again running her finger over the spines of the books.

"She'll likely warm some bread."

She slowly moves to sit on the floor next to the stacks of books that have overflown onto the floor.

"She did that for Arin and I on special occasions.”

She looks over her shoulder at him. "I wonder what the occasion is."

She gathers four books and puts them in her pack.


"We only have a day left. The wizard will return for us tomorrow night."

Emorikal dresses leisurely while Aria speaks Emorikal waits for her to finish.

He says, "We must be sure to tell you mother and father we are departing on the morrow. I'd suggest we spend what time you need with your family today and depart tonight, we will travel to the Keep then on to the Holdfast in the morning, we can spend the remainder of the day there doing what research we can. What do you think of that?"


Aria nods, "Aye, my thinking was very similar. Though, I'm not sure what more time is needed here. We can tell them when we go downstairs. We could head to the Keep soon after."

Tossing her pack over her shoulder she says, "I'll change and meet you outside, then we can head down. Not sure I've said it, but thanks for being here."

She smiles lazily and walks out the door.


Aria makes her way to the washroom and looks in the small mirror. Pulling a comb from her bag she combs through her hair before pulling it into a knot atop her head.

She pulls the fine leathers from her bag and gives them a through looking over. She checks the buckles, the ties, and the seams. Convinced they are in well-working order she dons them with a practiced ease.

With a final glance, she tucks away her items in her bag and steps outside the door to meet Emorikal.


"At times I envy you and your light armor Aria. I believe I will wait to arm myself until we are about to leave town." Emorikal stands aside to allow Aria to lead the way.

She laughs lightly. "Surely you jest. I cannot imagine you in anything less than an entire anvil," she adds, leading him down the stairs.


Smiling faintly with a raised brow, "Oh can you not?"

Aria gasps and stumbles slightly on the stairs. She chastises him in a hushed tone, "Emorikal!"


As they reach the lower floor of the home the smell of coffee, warmed bread, and fresh eggs greets them. Instinctively, Aria smiles.

Her father sits at the table, her mother by the stove.

Iana smiles warmly to the two as they enter, "Good morning, I trust you rested well."

Alan glances up and offers a firm nod and simple, "Aye."


"All is well, it smells delicious in here, Mother," Aria smiles, moving to stand beside her mother and motioning for Emorikal to have a seat at the table.

Emorikal sits and offers greetings to everyone. "Good morning."


Speaking quietly Aria leans in towards her mother, "Have you told him?"

Iana shakes her head, "Not yet, dear, that is for another time."

Aria frowns slightly, leaning over to grab a plate of bread.

After replacing her smile, she takes it to the table and smiles to the two men. Shortly after Iana joins them with a share of fresh eggs for everyone.


When everyone is seated Aria looks around the table, “Everything is perfect, Mother, thank you."

She looks to her parents in turn. "I am sorry to say that we will be taking our leave soon. We must meet our transportation before too long and there's some further research I'd like to conduct."

She takes a sip of coffee, possibly hiding behind the mug, but also briefly looking to Emorikal expectantly.


"Indeed!" Emorikal says loudly at Arias look, far louder than intended. Clearing his throat, "The War Wizard is supposed to return for us tomorrow evening, but worry not I'll ensure Aria returns for a visit in far less than the time she has been gone before now." Smiling at Aria, "That is assuming she agrees, and that she doesn't find herself tired of my companionship in the coming months." Emorikal gives Aria a raised brow look.

Aria startles at the increased volume, but quickly settles and sets down the mug. Nodding in agreement until he speaks about a visit, then slowly her head stops bobbing.


Reluctantly she follows with, "Aye, well, we'll try to make it back soon, I'm sure. You're not likely to get rid of me that easily, Emorikal."


Iana simply nods, while Alan scowls.

His deep voice rumbles, "You've been gone for years, Aria, you choose now to mention that your visit is for one day?"


Aria gives a pout-like frown, "I'm sorry, Father, travel is expensive, especially from so far. We are researching the book and there's been no," she discreetly glances to her mother and clears her throat before continuing, "-real- information here as I'd anticipated. I do think it is important that we continue."


Alan ponders this for a moment, then turning his attention to Emorikal he says, "You'll ensure Aria's visit? She's never been one to simply listen to reason." He watches Emorikal's response carefully.


Emorikal nods slightly at Alan’s statement and looks at Aria thoughtfully. He continues to look into her eyes as he speaks, "As should be plain to see for anyone with eyes and a bit of sense, I love Aria as much as any man has ever loved a woman. Should she agree" he pauses and turns back to Alan, "and with your blessing, I intend to ask for her hand someday when I am able to provide her a home worthy of her calling it such."

Emorikal’s eyes widen, as if he just realized what the words that came out of his mouth were, and he suddenly seems rather fidgety.


Aria chokes on her coffee.


Alan sits up straight in his chair and looks to Aria.


Iana puts a hand over her heart and looks to Aria with glossed over eyes.


The room is silent and still for a very long moment.




Aria, with a pallid face, turns to Emorikal, her mouth opens, but she can't seem to find any words.

The silence is broken as Iana gushes, "Oh!"

Alan looks to Aria and then to Emorikal. After seemingly a fair thought, he says, "I trust my daughter to make fine decisions. She's been brought up to be strong, honest, and kind. Should she agree," he pauses, "I would be wrong to withhold my blessing."

Aria's eyes seem to have filled with tears as she looks to her father. She mouths the words "thank you", still unable to find her voice.


Then she turns her attention back to Emorikal. As calmly as she can muster, "And I love you the same."

With a smile Emorikal speaks to Aria, "Through darkness and danger, through all manner of ruins, crypts, and caves we have traveled, faced creatures and monsters of all sorts and sizes. With your arrows and spells at my back I have never felt fear."

He blinks and looks to Alan and Iana, "I do not know the Aria that grew up in this house, but know this the both of you, you have raised a fine daughter, a woman who will and has left her mark on so many people. Mark my words her name will be known long after she has left this world for the next." He then reaches and takes Arias hand and is quiet.


Aria's eyes well with tears as she looks to her hand in his.

She clears her throat again, looking to her parents, each of which seem to be looking on expectantly and says quietly, "We really do need to be going. I will promise to not let it be so long before I return."


Iana says, "I should hope not, it would seem some plans need to be made," and nudges Aria with her elbow.


Alan looks over Aria as she hugs Iana, and while his arms embrace her in a hug he whispers quietly to her, "he's right, you know?"


Blushing, she gives a nervous laugh, "Maybe I will be able to bring us here myself, without the help of any wizard."


She looks to Emorikal, "Have you any further business in Rivermoot?"


Emorikal shakes his head, "I do not. I also must confess, raised by the Order, I always had a dim view of Rivermoot. It was frowned on by certain members of the Order for allowing all sorts of people to wander about. I must now say that if this town produced a family such as this one, I must say they were wrong. It has truly been a pleasure and an honor to visit and I look forward to the next time we are able to do so."

Aria blushes and nods to her parents, "Thank you for letting us stay, I'm so glad we had this time together. We will see you soon."

She waits for Emorikal to join her and they leave the home Aria knew as a child, headed for The Holy Order of the Just.

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Without much excitement, they arrive at the Order just before dusk.


As they walk in, Aria puts her pack down by the door and makes her way behind the curtain of the wash screen. She says curiously, "Did you mean what you said?"

With a return of the look of curiosity Emorikal carefully says, "Of course...why would I say it otherwise?"

Behind the screen Aria shrugs. "I don't know, I was just not anticipating it at all," she pauses, "I'm going to wash up and prepare for dinner. Hopefully things are calmer tonight. I am exhausted."

The sounds of splashing water is heard along with light humming.

"Hm. I am sure it will be. I heard some of the Blades speaking on the way in and I believe most of the Knights are away from the keep with the Lord Knight on a mission to Silverymoon."

Emorikal opens the door for Aria as they return from dinner. They are both tired from a day of travel as they prepare for bed.

Once all is quiet and dark, Aria smiles at Emorikal, "Sweet dreams, I love you."


The next morning Aria and Emorikal set about the trip to Heralds Holdfast. Save for a few scuffles with an orc tribe, they arrive safely and request a meeting with Old Knight.

They are escorted into a small, stone room to wait. The walls are lined with books varying in age from ancient to current and the spines reflect titles in several different languages. There is a single table in the middle of the room with four chairs.


Aria looks around as they wait, "This was always my favorite room here when Mellani brought me."

She looks at the pack at her feet and pulls out the large, brown leather book and sets it on the table. Too excited to sit, she paces the room reading the titles of the books aloud quietly.


Emorikal finds a comfortable chair and sits, watching Aria pace with a hint of amusement and a look of adoration on his face.


"Do you think she will..." she pauses as the door quietly opens. Shalara Swordshigh slowly walks in, looking over the two curiously.


She says, "You were just here, no? Travelling with the War Wizard?" She takes a seat and motions for Aria to do the same.


Aria nods, "Aye, we were, well I was hoping to ask for your assistance in my research of this book." She slides the book across the table to Old Knight.


Shalara looks to the book, then to Aria, "I'm not sure I've seen it before. It appears rather mundane. What is it that you wish to know?"


Aria smiles nervously. She speaks rather rapidly, excited to once again share the story in hopes of understanding the mystery of the book.

She half stands to move to the chair beside Shalara, not considering her manners in doing such.


Shelara simply takes careful notice.


Aria pulls the book between the two of them and opens the front cover, pulling all of the pages into her hand to flip to the center as she has many times before. Though, this time, as she does the first page of the book, in fresh ink before the two of them, an illustration begins to form on the page.
Roughly depicted is a small farm house in the village of Rivermoot.

Aria looks to Shalara with one eyebrow raised, "This is my home?" She points to the page careful not to touch the wet ink.


Shelara watches Aria as the ink stops appearing on the page. "This has not happened before, I assume."


Aria shakes her head confusedly and looks to Emorikal. Shelara follows her gaze.


With a raised brow Emorikal stands from his chair and joins the two women in looking at the book. "Well....that certainly is odd." He extends his hand over the book and mutters under his breath, nodding slightly. "I still sense no malevolence. But there certainly weren't any pictures in this book the last time I looked at it." He looks to Aria curiously.


Aria shrugs. "I don't know," she says as she flips to the second page.


Shelara watches carefully.


Once the page is turned it appears blank. Aria runs a hand over it and words start to slowly appear.



"The lady was born in Rivermoot on the 19th day of Kythorn to loving parents and a protective older brother."



The story goes on and on the third page another illustration forms showing Aria as an infant.


Aria's mouth falls agape and she looks to Emorikal and then to Shelara.


"This has never happened and I'm unsure what to say," Aria finally whispers.


Shelara nods and takes the book in her hands while looking to Aria, "May I?"


Aria nods and leans back in the chair some, still watching carefully and curiously.


Shelara flips the page again and though too far away to see, Aria imagines it is more of her past.

Shelara continues to read over the page as the words appear and is then quiet for a long moment.
Aria stands again, leaning on the back of her chair.

"Do you have any idea what is happening?" she asks, though her question seems directed at neither of the two specifically.

Shelara asks calmly, "Are these your illustrations? Your words?"


Aria shakes her head.


Shelara silently contemplates again and Aria moves to paces a few steps in either direction.


"The book told me to go back to go forward. After some time, I figured that must mean a return to Rivermoot, as Cormyr is now my home. I did not," she pauses then rechooses her words, "I do not understand."

Moving to stand beside Shelara she flips the pages, still filling with fresh words to the center of the book where the first words appeared."

The draconic words are still there. Aria points, "This was all that was in the entire book before today, just now."

"I've written nothing," Aria stands up straight, "or drawn nothing on these pages."


"Aye, but are they your drawings or words otherwise, that you've penned elsewhere?" Shelara asks.


Aria shakes her head.


After further silent contemplation, Shelara declares, "I've not seen anything like this. I'm afraid my research will require more time."


Aria shakes her head, "We don't have more time. The Wizard will return tonight."


Shelara thinks on this for a moment and replies nonchalantly motioning to Emorikal, "If there is no malevolence and you've had the book seen after by priests of many faiths as you have indicated, see me again in half a year’s time."


Aria looks to Emorikal, her eyes wide with curiosity, but her face otherwise weary and worried.


Emorikal nods, "Wise words. With such little time there is naught the Old Knight can learn. We will return to Cormyr and once there, Aria will continue to study the tomb and if she so chooses allow others to do so. But we will return in half a year’s time, allowing us to both see Old Knight again and tell her what we have learned as well as allowing me to keep my promise to your father, hm Aria?" Emorikal gives her a smile, a twinkle in his eye.


Aria, seemingly at a loss for words, simply nods.


Shelara nods and stands, "Very well. Travel safely."

She exits the room with nothing further.


Aria looks to Emorikal a moment and then packs the book away and tosses her pack over her shoulder, "We've only a small time before the wizard returns. What would you like to do?"

Looking about the room Emorikal takes Aria by the hand and leads her to an overstuffed couch. Sitting he pulls her down beside him and puts an arm around her. "Lets just sit and have a few moments and peace while we wait. We could both do with a short break before we return home."


Aria nods, pulling the book from her pack she flips through the pages silently reading. There is a bizarre sense of deja vu as she reads through every significant event of her life.

She pauses on the page after the original draconic words. There, on the page an illustration of Aria, Emorikal and Old Knight in the small stone room.

Curiously she flips the page. She reads the words quietly aloud as she nudges Emorikal with her elbow.



"The lady and her knight have an unremarkable night of travel back to the lands of Cormyr."



Emorikal blinks several times and looks away before looking at the page. With a hint of awe in his voice he speaks, "Oh my...it seems your book is a bit of a seer..."

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All is quiet between the two and Aria sits with the book in her lap. Having flipped curiously to the next page, the book lays open to blank pages.


Silently the wizard appears in a batch of fog before them.

"Are you ready, then?" he asks.

Aria gathers her things and nods as she looks to Emorikal.

Emorikal greets the War Wizard and takes a deep breath. "As ready as I shall ever be. Perhaps next time we can ride horses? Or a ship even?"


Aria laughs lightly and takes Emorikal's hand as they move in closer. "Well, it's back to Greatgaunt, then."

She nods to the wizard.

He murmurs an incantation quietly and the mist forms around them.

Aria takes one last look around as the familiar surroundings disappear.


The fog of magical transport fades and they find themselves standing on a dirt path bordered by fields. The wizard looks around and says, "Is this Greatgaunt? Er... I've never actually been here."

Looking at their surroundings Emorikal frowns. Nearby up a hill a squat tower is visible and in the distance an odd, almost twisted looking stone tower rises from the woodlands. "This is definitely not Greatgaunt."


A farmer leading a horse drawn cart approaches from down the path, he greets the travelers. "Hail and well met adventurers. If'n yer lookin fer the Old Skull Inn it be just down the road a'ways."

Aria looks around and frowns, "I would strongly agree with Emorikal's assessment. Perhaps we should try for somewhere you're more familiar. We can travel the rest of the way on foot."


Suddenly Aria's eyes widen and she looks at Emorikal, "The book. It was wrong."

While the wizard busies himself, Aria pulls the large, brown leather book from her bag and flips to the most recently written page, except it no longer says, "The lady and her knight have an unremarkable night of travel back to the lands of Cormyr."

There in still-wet ink, the words have been replaced with, "The lady and her knight briefly detoured to Shadowdale in their travels back to Cormyr," while the rest of the page remains blank.


Emorikal calls out to the farmer, "Hail Goodman, tell me, do we now stand in Shadowdale?"

Aria looks to the farmer eagerly waiting for an answer.


The farmer laughs and spits into the weeds besides the road. "Where else would ya be lad?" Laughing he continues down the road shaking his head, "Adventurers."


Aria's mouth falls open and she closes the book.


Emorikal gives the War Wizard a withering look and speaks slowly through gritted teeth, "Take us back to Suzail. Please."

Aria nods to the wizard, "Aye, please."


With little hesitation the wizard repeats his incantation and the magical fog once again appears.

The three then find themselves looking around, the familiar War Wizard tower before them. Safely back in Suzail.