Scarik wrote:Renier, Ragnar, Coenwulf
The flooded wood is not even waist high and lies below the withers of their rouncies such that they can cross without getting more than splashed.
Since he was detected the old man doesn't try to hide but beckons them onto the island. They find a well used path rising out of the water that leads to a clearing containing a hermit's shack and garden.
"Good day to you, Sirs," the hermit says in a voice he does not use much, "What brings such fine persons out to this rude place?"
Scarik wrote:Dagobert, Leufroy, Adele, Rashad, Shadi
The main flaps of the pavillion are cast open and the sides are raised a hand to allow the wind to circulate as it is a fine spring day. Inside the fire is smothered and a kettle sits idly atop it.
Outside there are frames for lances with several jousting tips among them as well as other arms as would befit a challenge knight's camp. There is neither knight nor steed to be seen still. Instead the inside contains a lady and a maid. The lady is plays a lap harp until the knights get to the top of the hillock and then she pauses and comes to greet them.
She is a great beauty, as is her maid who must be her sister, and is dressed modestly in practical clothing for travel. The fabrics and fashion of it are expensive and in recent style as well with a wide hemmed skirt cut to allow riding astride (as Lady Ermeline does) and a high neck decorated with embroidery.
As she steps into the sunlight the designs on her collar and bodice resemble gems and are made of dark, green thread. And behind her, in the back of the pavilion is a tapestry showing a coat of arms:
Sable, a mirror vert in saltire with four gemstones vert.
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