A Safe Haven

[Agovell]

Tag: Omera

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It had all started with eliminating a threat. Said threat led to dinner, dinner led to a deeper conversation with a couple of farmers. Agovell had no intention of entertaining it. He had dismissed them, told them to go on their way -- perhaps a little more bluntly than that -- but it was their comment about the isolated area they lived in that had captured his attention. They were attempting to enlist his help in eliminating a great threat and while the man had no interest in helping them . . . a deal could be struck.

Strik Won needed some time to rest. Though she was moving around a lot more -- perhaps a little too much -- she was tired. Agovell had never been a parent before but he could see it in her body. She required a place to lay her head, at least for a few days. And so, he accepted. Silently going with them to the remote rural area, he took in all around him. Every sound. Every tree. Every detail. Trishanakru was not one of the volatile clans; it was why Agovell had ventured this way to begin with. But it would not last. Of that, he had no doubt.

By the time they arrived it was daylight, and the farmers instructed him where to go. How presumptuous of them, that they already had someone in there, setting it up. He watched her for a moment, her back facing him as he stood in the entrance, before Strik Won extended her arms and attempted to run towards a small frog that had gotten inside. Not trusting the woman or for the child to be hear her, Agovell quickly scooped her up in his arms, though it was enough to capture the woman's attention.

[Omera]

Omera . They needed help. It was clear that the raiders from the north weren't going to stop, and this small farming village had no warriors to protect them. They'd tried to appeal to the clan leaders but as far nothing had come from it. Unwilling to wait they'd sought out someone else. As a percussion, Omera was readying a place for the warrior to stay. It was a small building that once was a barn but the people here had cleared it out, aired it out, and put in a bed. Omera stacked blankets int he corner that everyone had pitched in to donate, as well as some pottery for eating and drinking. Fresh vegtibiles were already in a basket on a tell box that was a makeshift table. Hearing little foot steps, Omera smiled and turned thinking it was a child from the village but the smile froze at the masked man (she assumed by the size and build it was a man). He held the small child she didn't know. "Hello," she welcomed them and looked at the child again before looking at his masked face. Fossopakru. His clothing and masked face spoke of such. They weren't just warriors they were the ones that were sent to take children from warriors. They were the ones that were sent to handle the things that would have resistance from some of the clans most skilled fighters. And they did it alone. "Welcome to Santru." She said. The child was unexpected. They would need to find a bed for her as well. And acceptable food. "I hope this is alright. It was a barn once but we've tried to make it as comfortable as possible." It was hard to read a man when you couldn't see their face. She didn't know what he was thinking since she couldn't read approval, displeasure, or anything. of Santru

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[Agovell]

Tag: Omera

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OSIR DU CHIT OSIR SOUDA

Agovell gave a short nod in acknowledgement when she welcomed him to Santru. Sanctuary. It certainly did seem like one with the way people lived. The way they smiled. It would be a good place to lay low for a little while. "It's fine." His voice holding in particular emotion. Void of any. They had been sleeping in the forests, against the trees, caves, encavements, wherever they could find.

At least there, there was a comfortable surface . . . for the sake of the child. Speaking of which, he would need materials for her too. "Do you have rags?" He had been switching between the couple rags he did have, washing them when they came to a river. But they would need fresh ones, hopefully more comfortable ones than what he had provided the girl thus far.