Return of a Magpie
Chaney entered the Dawn Hall again, surveyed the paintings which hung in the small entrance hall, and made her way into the main hall. She took down her hood to see Fiontann sat with a tankard of ale sat upon the same steps by the large cask, where they had sat the previous evening.
She walked up to him upon which he smiled and beckoned for her to sit with him. They had merely passed a greeting when the door would open and in would step another man. A man whom seemed strangely familiar to her.
The man motioned for Fiontann to approach him, which he duly responded by rising and striding over. A young woman, whom Chaney had met before a few evenings ago now in Beggars Alley had journeyed here with the man. Chaney replaced her hood for now as she thought it best, and besides it made her feel far more safer.
The three of them were discussing something when using her keen eye sight Chaney noticed movement from the entrance hall. It was the figure of a man whom had somehow entered the house and was attempting to stealthily move so as to retrieve what looked like an old hat and, for some reason, an empty sack.
To no avail, Martie, as it turned out to be, was caught, and caught very easily in the process of attempting this. He was swiftly surrounded by Fiontann and the other two. The young woman was wearing sigils like Chaney, so she was obviously a Dawner too. The man whom she couldn’t quite put a name to for the moment clearly did not wear these emblems of the Dawn and therefore was either a friend of the womans, or a complete stranger here on business of his own.
Martie was complaining about some winnings that he had returned to collect, and an old scruffy hat which he said belonged to him. Chaney remained silent and just observed the altercation which panned out. An altercation which did not pan out favorably for Martie.
Somehow he managed to wind up with an arrow lodged in him again, bore the wrath of Fiontann at the same time, and managed to stagger his way back to the small hall and would have fallen if not for a wooden chair to hang on to.
The young woman hesitated before firing another arrow at him purposely missing him and hitting the floor between his legs, this on the orders of Fiontann. At this point Chaney walked up to the four of them and proceeded to swiftly unsheath her daggers, turn to the woman with a cold, emotionless glare and say “ Missy if your gonna kill him, kill him” and aimed her daggers in readiness to strike.
Fiontann at seeing this acted quickly to stop Chaney from embedding steel into Martie’s heart. Chaney merely glared, sheathed her daggers again and walked off disgusted.
Somehow the conniving Magpie had retreated from the Hall with his life, not unscathed, but alive all the same. Fiontann, already irate at what had just happened, ordered the young woman into a room off of the main hall and ordered that the other man remain where he was. Chaney leaned against the wall at the back of the hall and began to think………
