<Rahdrey> Some had a spectacularly late night. Rahdrey? He was on duty already, but hadn't partaken in any of the fighting. In fact, he never left the barracks. It's early morning and he's still there as people trickle in to take over the evening shifts, finishing up reports and organizing things. It's perhaps one of the first times he's ever done his Frost Watch work without the minimum effort required. His plan is to dump everything on Dev
<Rahdrey> dump everything on Devregon once the man arrives and then take off. If he can avoid Arroz, who's been locked in his office for some time now, all the better. Orson knows when to keep himself busy, lest the lieutenant find things for him to do.
<Calanthar> Among those who found themselves out late was the very Captain that Rahdrey was searching for. As a matter of fact, he's just now come through the gates and is making his way across the yard, followed by the patrol group he'd taken with him - after a few words with Corporal Arktinos, they disperse, and Calanthar continues on alone into the building and up towards his office. Rahdrey gets no snarky remark, no cut, just a tired nod as the Captain pr
<Calanthar> cut, just a tired nod as the Captain presses past him, murmuring to himself and making a line for the pot of coffee.
* Rahdrey was also having some coffee. Why? Because he's tired too, damnit! He waits until Devregon has a sip, then speaks in a bland tone, "I have reports made up of all the statements from various people that were on patrol, as well as copies for Lieutenant Arroz. I can put them on your desk.. " He pauses, then adds, "If there's nothing else, I'll head out."
<Calanthar> "I've got nothing for you. If Arroz has no duties for you, hitch up with the next group of Ourani heading back - wouldn't advise wandering alone, even if the fighting's stopped. Just make sure all the documents get where they need to be, and then be off." There's really no sense in making Rahdrey stay - for one because Calanthar's not that much of a prick, and for another because he's not masochistic enough to want the man bitching at him. Right
<Calanthar> to want the man bitching at him. Right now he's just making the minimum possible conversation to avoid getting into another shouting match.
* rozOut is now known as Roz
* rozOut is now known as Roz
<Rahdrey> "Hell if I know.. he's been in his office since.. I don't even know when. I'm not going in there." He mutters, and heads for his own shared office. He collects up the two stacks of reports, written in the tight scripted hand the mage uses, and drops them both on Devregon's desk. He's not a masochist either. "I'm sure you have business with the lieutenant, Captain.. I'll just leave them with you." He adds, disappearing back into
<Rahdrey> disappearing back into his own room to begin donning his winter gear.
<Calanthar> "I can't really imagine anything I'd need to discuss with him - he probably knows about the deaths." There's a tired laugh, spared because no one else seems to be around, and Calanthar will stare into his coffee cup, musing "Probably be expecting to get himself a promotion now and get out of here - can't say I'll miss him."
<Rahdrey> "Deaths?" The sergeant asks as he meanders back into the waiting room, pulling on his heavy black leather coat. He hasn't heard the final numbers, or any of the specifics. The Ourani communication lines aren't at their most efficient just now.
* Calanthar will raise one eyebrow, still looking at the coffee as though he expects it to speak, and murmuring a few things at it. "I suppose you wouldn't know the numbers, or even the names of the officers... I'd expect the Lieutenant to, of course - part of his job to know that stuff." Calanthar had made a point of investigating it - not just for the sake of duty, but to look for two names in particular on that list. Sadly, neither was there.
<Calanthar> that list. Sadly, neither was there.
<Rahdrey> "No.. I've been here all night and morning. I'm sure I'll found out soon enough." He pulls on a hat and black gloves, then grabs his staff from where he had left it propped against the wall. "Good day.." He murmurs, then makes a swift retreat through the door before anyone can stop his exit. He's not too worried about an escort, the gate is only a block away and there are plenty of soldiers on the streets now. The captain is le
<Rahdrey> now. The captain is left to deal with Arroz, who may be in a good mood or bad.. hard to say.
* Rahdrey is now known as Arroz
<Calanthar> Only once that coffee's finished will Calanthar even consider picking up the reports. He'll take Arroz's copies, considering passing them off to someone else, but will eventually find himself knocking on the man's door. Just get this out of the way, then go home... Keep telling yourself that. Damn Rahdrey for his shirking ways, but be angry at a later date. "Lieutenant. I have reports for you."
<Arroz> The office is quiet, no response for the captain. Maybe Orson had been wrong, and the man left while he was hiding from him. That or he's asleep. Arroz has slept on the job before, which is why some afternoons everyone tiptoes through the halls.
<Calanthar> Well, he's certainly not going to waste time waiting for the man to wake up - might as well do it himself. If the door is unlocked, he'll press it open, less than pleased with the prospect of an officer asleep or with wasting his time trying to talk to someone who wasn't even there. "Arroz. Reports from the patrols on last night."
* Arroz is lying on his desk, facedown. There's a thick congealed pool of blood spread across the wooden surface, and a smaller puddle on the floor where it's dripped past the confines of the surface. What can be seen of his face past the thinning, receding hairline is chalk-white skin, and the fingers of his hands are curled into frozen grasping claws. Lieutenant Westin Arroz is dead, his throat cleanly slit. The only sound in his off
<Arroz> only sound in his office is Devregon's own breathing.
<Calanthar> "Well... Fuck." The reports are crumpled by whitened knuckles as Calanthar backs out of the room, pointing at a soldier passing through. "Get me the first Ourani officer you can find - tell them that Lieutenant Arroz is dead! Give the word to lock this place down - no one leaves! *Go*!" The papers tossed aside, Devregon will make his way into the room, looking for signs as to the intrusion.
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