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Honour & Duty - Voice - Backdated July 26

Hail, folk of the shard. I am Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, a member of the company of Lancelot du Lac.

I mean to raise the alarm against an enemy of the Seelie in Caer Glaem, as Reynard the Fox, the Lord of Maupertius, has turned against us, and but a day ago sought to kill the members of this company. Avoid his lands and his banners, a red fox upon a black field! The Lord himself is deathless they say, and despite small stature possessed of great and terrible strength.

But also I call out to you now for another reason. We were given aide by another, Lord El-Melloi II, who may have been slain by the selfsame lord. I beg the help of any, whatever their banner, who might safely determine this for true: if finding it so, to inform this company, that I may parley for his body. If he lives still and is held prisoner, we will parley instead for his ransom.

Go with care.

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I... I believe he is. Though for certain, I cannot say. He appeared human enough in form.

[Nico needs a moment to think.]

There's two options I can use to help you with this because I don't personally know him. One is that I can talk to the ghosts wandering around and see if they've sensed anything. The other is that there's a ritual I can perform to summon his spirit if he's actually dead. I can do both without a problem, though.

[ Ah! This is the young man he had been teaching to ride. Warmth colours his next message. ]

If... you may speak to ghosts and they might quickly discover what befell him, that would be best. If it accomplishes the same, in the end, without overextending the use of your time or... power.

[ Still not sure how this magic thing works, but he imagines it's a limited resource. ]

[Why are people so nice to him he doesn't understand]

They use little to no energy from myself, and, honestly, I've got plenty of time to spare.

[At least, he does until the battle between Clarisse and Celegorm begins.]

May I ask for a description of him?

He is tall enough, with dark hair worn long, nearly to his elbow. Thin of body and of feature, a slightly long nose, neat brows. Beardless, but not what I'd call young. Fine hands, long and thin. He seemed to keep himself neatly.

Alright, that'll give me enough to recognize him if I see him. I can't perform the ritual until night has fallen, though, but I'll keep an eye out for him until then.

[It's the least he could do for Eddard, since he's been surprisingly cool about his heritage and found a type of horse that actually doesn't hate him at first sight. Nico hesitates.]

...How are you holding up, sir?

Wounded, but alive, which is better than might otherwise be hoped for.

And yourself, lad? Have you been keeping with your practice?

[Nico is at least honest with Eddard, if a little embarrassed.]

I was, until I left Caer Glaem. I can see why my sister loves horses as much as she does, to be honest. I couldn't...bring the horse with me, though.

[Bad enough he had to take a dog nearing the size of a tank.]

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