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((OOC: Firstfall 2, 9:35, Evening, @Magnus))
As much as stuff stayed the same in Highever, a lot had also changed. There was that whole human not human maybe human not human not-quite-an-alienage that was forming just beyond the South Wall. Fergus, being a big-hearted capital N noble, wanted to do better by these people much as he had the elves in the Highever alienage. Someone didn’t appreciate Fergus’ more magnanimous side and was giving him a huge fuck you in messing with his altrushit.
When Ferren asked Linette to go look around and see what she might see with those overly perceptive eyes of her, she wasn’t exactly going to say no. Even if it hadn’t been Ferren asking, there was very little Linette wouldn’t do for Fergus. If someone was going to mess with his shit, that person was only allowed to be Ferren or her and only in a I drank all your brandy, forgive me bat-bat-the-eyelashes kind of way. Granted, Ferren messed with Fergus’ shit in a whole other way Linette tried not to think too much about unless she was writing about Darren and Marcus.
Linette waited until nighttime to make her way through the gate in the South Wall and into what she had dubbed Lowever. Place looked and smelled even worse up close and personal than it did from afar. People were building places out of whatever was available to them. One house she passed, a small place she wasn’t even sure she could stand up straight inside, appeared to be made of discarded packaging crates and burlap sacks. That wasn’t going to do much to keep a person protected from the heavy winter weather once it set in.
Yeah she could see why Fergus was trying to help these folks. Lin, she might have left them to fend for themselves. She had to learn to survive and she was all the better for it. That wasn’t Fergus’ way though. If she was going to get any kind of idea just what was going on in Lowever, she’d need to go somewhere besides just walking around on the muddied pathways cut between the one stiff breeze from falling over domiciles.
She had been told about a make-shift tavern, Crate and Barrel, located not too far away from the gate into Highever proper. The place was very true to its name. Much like the home Lin walked by on her way further into Lowever, the bar was constructed of discarded crate materials and old ale barrels. She pushed the creaky barely hung on the hinges door open to test her luck and see what she might find inside.
As much as stuff stayed the same in Highever, a lot had also changed. There was that whole human not human maybe human not human not-quite-an-alienage that was forming just beyond the South Wall. Fergus, being a big-hearted capital N noble, wanted to do better by these people much as he had the elves in the Highever alienage. Someone didn’t appreciate Fergus’ more magnanimous side and was giving him a huge fuck you in messing with his altrushit.
When Ferren asked Linette to go look around and see what she might see with those overly perceptive eyes of her, she wasn’t exactly going to say no. Even if it hadn’t been Ferren asking, there was very little Linette wouldn’t do for Fergus. If someone was going to mess with his shit, that person was only allowed to be Ferren or her and only in a I drank all your brandy, forgive me bat-bat-the-eyelashes kind of way. Granted, Ferren messed with Fergus’ shit in a whole other way Linette tried not to think too much about unless she was writing about Darren and Marcus.
Linette waited until nighttime to make her way through the gate in the South Wall and into what she had dubbed Lowever. Place looked and smelled even worse up close and personal than it did from afar. People were building places out of whatever was available to them. One house she passed, a small place she wasn’t even sure she could stand up straight inside, appeared to be made of discarded packaging crates and burlap sacks. That wasn’t going to do much to keep a person protected from the heavy winter weather once it set in.
Yeah she could see why Fergus was trying to help these folks. Lin, she might have left them to fend for themselves. She had to learn to survive and she was all the better for it. That wasn’t Fergus’ way though. If she was going to get any kind of idea just what was going on in Lowever, she’d need to go somewhere besides just walking around on the muddied pathways cut between the one stiff breeze from falling over domiciles.
She had been told about a make-shift tavern, Crate and Barrel, located not too far away from the gate into Highever proper. The place was very true to its name. Much like the home Lin walked by on her way further into Lowever, the bar was constructed of discarded crate materials and old ale barrels. She pushed the creaky barely hung on the hinges door open to test her luck and see what she might find inside.