PRIVATE all the saints, but mostly sinners

[Lady Myranda]

YOU WANT ME ON MY KNEES TO PRAY

Myranda rarely had a true 'day off'. The borzoi had assumed the position of 'master adventurer' for the meantime, ensuring the marketplace ran well and that the general populace of Fort Crom was fed and healthy as they possibly could be until the new Lady found herself an actual master adventurer that would inevitably take over the duties.

Even now, as she sipped her peppermint tea at a table beneath a veranda in the Gated Gardens, she sifted through a logbook of all the merchants who had come and gone between the late hour of 8pm and early hour of 8am respectively last night. Names, wares, how much coin they came with and how much they left with and how much the City taxed in return for using the Marketplace as a place to sell their wares in the first place.

Her gaze flicked up at the sound of quiet, barely-there paw steps and the tell-tale creak of the iron gate swinging open. Who could possibly be coming into the Gardens at this early hour?

@teef

OR PLAY SOME OTHER PLEASING ROLE

[einar]

I'M GOING TO MAKE MY VOICE, YOU'LL NEVER GET MY CHOICE TO BREATHE !

Early though it may be, his solo patrol had led the knight this far West following a report that someone had seen the good Lady Myranda headed out this way. He figured he should take his patrol out this way to check on the Lady, one of the few of the Horde's members who seemed to care for his well-being, far more than he did for himself. His patrol brought the grizzled knight slowly along her path, steps careful yet firm as he trod on, nose raised to the cool air to sniff and take in the scents around the Gated Gardens. The imposing yet still impressive structure of the fallen church towered above the Gardens, it's jagged peak reflecting light in the early morning, from old stained glass windows that stood tall ever yet. Coming up to the fence of iron and brick, breath coming a bit harder now from the effort of lugging all of his armor and his old body this far from home. He was sorely out of shape, or the day just wasn't planning to be kind to him.

Pushing the beautiful and ornate gate open carefully, nose twitching as he picked up the Lady's scent, a breath he didn't know he was holding escaping him. So she was here and he wasn't chasing ghosts all the way here. He cleared his throat now, paw steps slow and careful as if afraid of stirring the dirt he walked upon, scared of disturbing the ghosts he knew hung out around here. "Milady?", his voice was soft, ears rotating to try and catch the slightest hint of her voice. Padding around a corner, the knight found himself coming across quite the relaxing sight, the good Lady Myranda reading and sipping at her tea. Ah. She had no need of a guard, but he felt it only right to check that she was doing well. Clearing his throat again as he glanced askance, adjusting his paws and stance to be less all-over the place, aiming to look every bit the Knight he prided himself to be, rather than the mercenary he was at heart. This woman ... just what were her wiles doing to him?

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