64 Ymiden, Arc 716
It was an ungodly hour in the morning. The sort where even night owls and party animals have stumbled home to bed, but the masochists who rose when it was still almost night weren't up yet. Almund was as quiet as Almund got, which granted was not very compared to some places, but as far as any long term residents were concerned it was silent as the grave. This just took into account that it was quite probable on Scalvoris that the grave was being robbed at any particular point in time.
The silence, other than a few snores of one particular house, the one owned by one Gaunt Ki'hadi was broken, first by a few ridiculous rowling-howling barks which were almost immediately silenced, and a deep, rough voice saying quite clearly.
"What the fuck is this supposed to be?"
Wakening, if Gaunt decided to look before he leaped so to speak, would reveal by the dying embers of his fireplace a large figure with an athletic canine. The canines body language made it very clear it was entirely focused on Gaunt in case he made an aggressive move. Since this canine was nearly as big as a small pony, this would be somewhat worrying to the average, fully awake person.
More easily missed, but clearly the subject of the intruders attention and comment, was the pug, Captain, wheezing and snuffling as he rolled about ingratiating himself to the intruder, and absolutely and utterly failing as a guard dog.
Once eyes adjusted, or a candle or lantern was lit, the figure would resolve itself to be that of the Hound Master, Gibney, which would make the large black dog at his side Ari. What precisely they were doing breaking into Gaunts house.. Well that was yet to be revealed. Generally Gibney roused himself to action only when paid, so who had paid him to break into Gaunts home?
The silence, other than a few snores of one particular house, the one owned by one Gaunt Ki'hadi was broken, first by a few ridiculous rowling-howling barks which were almost immediately silenced, and a deep, rough voice saying quite clearly.
"What the fuck is this supposed to be?"
Wakening, if Gaunt decided to look before he leaped so to speak, would reveal by the dying embers of his fireplace a large figure with an athletic canine. The canines body language made it very clear it was entirely focused on Gaunt in case he made an aggressive move. Since this canine was nearly as big as a small pony, this would be somewhat worrying to the average, fully awake person.
More easily missed, but clearly the subject of the intruders attention and comment, was the pug, Captain, wheezing and snuffling as he rolled about ingratiating himself to the intruder, and absolutely and utterly failing as a guard dog.
Once eyes adjusted, or a candle or lantern was lit, the figure would resolve itself to be that of the Hound Master, Gibney, which would make the large black dog at his side Ari. What precisely they were doing breaking into Gaunts house.. Well that was yet to be revealed. Generally Gibney roused himself to action only when paid, so who had paid him to break into Gaunts home?