The World of Layonara
In-Character Forums => Rumour Has It => Topic started by: Harlas Ravelkione on May 25, 2008, 10:58:08 AM
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* The harbour area lies in ruins after a vicious and fatal attack by a great white dragon. Casualties number in the hundreds and most vessels in the harbour are beyond repair. All houses in the harbour district took damage and most remain in ruins, requiring a total reconstruction. Wounded were taken to the temple of Mist to be tended for, while commoners and guardsmen alike helped to evacuate the homes that were affected.*
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Before the dragon left back towards the open sea it circled once over the city, bellowing a message for all to hear:
[SIZE=18]"For the breaking of an alliance! Fisterion, King of Dragons, willed it so!"[/SIZE][/B]
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*Storold comes back to the Leringard Arms hearing about the events after making sure that Clover is safe he just shakes his head and goes to write a notice for the inns and taverns around Mistone*
Dear "Heroes" of the Molten Isle,
I hope you have an idea now about how stupid and foolish you have been. If the losses of Leringard isn't enough for you and the peace we had before didn't satisfy your needs well then you have succeded.
You have now succesfully destroyed years of work to keep a fragile peace and instead brought war opun us. Who ever you might be and where ever you might be, I hold you responsible for each dead, each injury and each destroyed brick in what I for a short time of my life called home. I am soon to move on to another home that I can call entirely my own, and I can assure you than you and your kind are not welcome there.
While a court of law propably wont be able to judge you for any of your wrong doings I hope that you will feel the judgement in your own hearts and minds. And maybe in time the guilt will wash off if you are able to heal the wounds of Leringard and of the peace we enjoyed.
If any of you have been part of the crowd I call my friends, which I highly doubt since they should be smarter than this, you can consider our friendship as terminated from the point where this foolish idea you have brough out into doing entered your heads.
*Signed*Storold Doesscha, Protector of the Al'Noth
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Grumbling, a blue clad druid swims out to the temple to heal those she can.
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*A copper haired dwarf lass returns to Leringard and witnesses the devastation. Tears of guilt and shame well up in her eyes, her teeth grind in anger. She favors her chest, like she carries a recent wound.*
*She speaks the rage of her torn emotions*
"Zi'htha our', ziazrhhaur'th thazkurr. Our' ragah ziurla kur ur'h azat, po'k po'hr ur'h ziakaath urr az zh'al. Thlaznn rhako our' ziazr'k thkazrt 'rh kur k'a thazkurr thkaaznahth our'hthanwa, arthkaazt urwa ziurzhahark urr our'h athnazrt. Azrt zha aznn grurzh zh'ur our''nn poa ziurlark kur kur waaq k'azk rhhurponal.
"Zhann, our' turk," she spits, "Azk k'a art urwa tazoth, k'aha'th kurark kur poa az hazigurrark, azrt our''ha rurk kurark kur naga ak.
"Lazopoa Ponururt zhazth hak'k."
// "Curse you, caprious dragon. You never come to our aid, but burn our cities on a whim. Small pity you can't stand up to the dragon stealers yourself, instead of cowering on your island. And we all know who you'll be coming to to fix that problem.
"Well, you dog," she spits, "At the end of days, there's going to be a reckoning, and you're not going to like it.
"Maybe Blood was right." //
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A rather different Sallaron walks by the Inn, limping, wincing with each step and rubbing his chest painfully.
He pauses outside, reading Storold's note.
He simply walks on, shaking his head at the post, rubbing his chest and muttering " Idiot"
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*In order to aid in helping sort out the aftermath and relieve some of the pain of the devastation, The Leringard Arms Inn and Tavern opens its doors to as many of the refugees as they can house in their times of need. Kali was also seen going to the orphanage to seek assistance and extra beds while the city docks are being rebuilt. Meager meals are provided to the masses, where possible, as The Arms was becoming fully stocked for an upcoming event, there seems much food to go around. Several times the gypsy, Kali, can be seen passing through the streets between the temple and the Inn as, as many as possible of the survivors are offered aid, shelter, and food. *
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The Priestess of Lucinda opens her doors as well for healing and shelter to those in need. She hopes that Samir will understand why his study is overrun with children and his room full of cots.
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*Jin hurries home to see how his extended family faired.*
"Berilu, are the children safe?"
"Brother Armolas, do we have enough blankets to shelter the guests?"
* Looking weary he continues to work *
"It is time for another meeting of the Farstriders."
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*Upon her return to leringard Grenna witnesses the devastation and tears at her thin beard and lets out a roar of rage and sorrow that cows those near her.
*She immediately makes her way to the Farstrider den to seek out JIn and see what aid the pack is going give and immediately gets to work distributing any extra food and rations she can find to the survivors.
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*Shiff brings what food he can carry from his home to Leringard and handing it out to those he meets while he has some, then goes about offering to the city guards and militia to help maintain order and keep the people of Leringard safe from any further harm*
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*Wren hearing the rumors goes to see for himself. He brings what food and supplies he can to help*
*A few days later Wren reads the note posted by Storold. He thinks for a bit and then writes on the one in the Scamps Mug.*
Not to cross mental swords with you Storold but the fault in this was cast years ago by a foolish deal with evil. This was inevitable and the longer it took to happen the worse it was going to be. Dont get me wrong I too feel for the loss this has caused but if you are to judge then judge also those that set the world on this path.
Wren Thendor
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*A scraggle-haired man in green and brown wools is looking haggard. All day he has been tending to the wounded, hungry and tired, at the Twin Dragon Inn at 137 Leringard. The doors are always unlocked, welcoming all to the hall, but on this day the inn is packed to the brim, and the storeroom is threatening to run out of food. Even the tavern bards have packed away their instruments, and are helping wait tables and aid folks in making blanket-beds. Even if they played, their music would not be heard above the din of the crowd.*
Riven reassures the crowds, "Have no fear, friends, we've hunters out at this moment, gathering venison for the stews. We'll not go short of food for ye."
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*Barion hears the rumors in the Rofirein temple in Vehl where he still is trying to comfort the children and get them to open up a bit towards others , he takes the time to ask around if it is true and after finding out it is he writes a letter to The Bashers *
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*Brian hearing of what is happening near his flat, decides to help the search and rescue as he can.*
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*Muireann moves amongst the wounded of the temple aiding them up she literally collapses from exhaustion*
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*Lance assists Kali at Leringard Arms, moving beds and setting up cots where ever he can find room. He also shuttles fresh water from various wells from the nearby towns to keep a good supply fresh water for drinking and washing of wounds.*
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*Storold seems to be helping but it is sporadicly and most of the time he is away from town, he does though offer some economical help to the hardest hit families*
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*Arriving on mistone through the portal in spellgard, G'ork looks around the city, becoming more and more frustrated as time goes on, then overhearing about the attacks he begins banging on various doors in search of some one, a short while after he storms out of the city towards haven*
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*After hearing the news Amanda makes her way to the Arms to check on Lance and to offer her help where needed.*
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*upon hearing the news, Starr packs up his kits fir healing. Herbs and bandages and other supplies to help fight off pestilence and disease*
I will need this and this and oh yes...herbs for a good stew starter and healing teas....
*as he is apcking he is interupted by Barion. He is asked to represent the Bashers as well and offer assistance. When asking Barion why he does not accomany him, Barion explains it may not be good for a representative of the dragon to walk through town*
Ahh, I see what your saying..my thoughts are on helping the ill and wounded. Master Barion, I will offer the assistance of the Bashers. As soon as I arrive I will seek out an official to let them know so that they may contact the guild with requests for supplies.
*completes packing his gear and heads out from Hempstead on teh quickest trail as he relaizes the docks may not be receiving ships. Upon reaching Leringard he heads straight away for a guardsman*
Sir, I am Starr Sapphire...Alexandrite of Her Perfection and representative of the Orc Basher's guild. Please assist me in finding a city official within this turmoil so that I may speak to them of the Basher's offer and then be on my way to assist within where needed.
*the guard may be hesistant but Starr will be pushy and use title if need to be gain attention of an officer to hopefully expediate the conference with city officials to offer the assistance of the guild so that he may get to the wounded*
//when he gets in to see the officials (unless something prevents him)
Sirs of Leringard, I have been given permission by the guild of the Orc Bashers to offer you assistance. We are able to assist in suppling food items to your city as well building supplies to help rebuild once the turmoil is cleaned. In addidtion I am here to offer medical assistance to those wounded and ill as well to assist in fighting off disease and pestilence that usually follows in such plight. Please send message to the guild in Hempstead with what will be needed or seek me out in the city will I am giving aid.
If there are no questions I will be on my way out to assist.
*He will wait and answer any questions that arise and then head out to the turmoil to give assistance. Once he gets to the heart of it and sees the devestation he will scribble a note to Merabo in Stone and summon an earth memphit to deliver it. He will then proceed to set up a base for him to start and get to work assisting others. He will set up pots of boiling water to create clean water, mix herbs in some others and sirect those that can help to fetch large cauldrons and what vegatable they can to begin making herbal stews to aid the ill....etc etc.*
//see Beryl forum for message to Merabo
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*Tyrian walks around helping the wounded looking REALLY ($#@%^) upset, like shes looking for someone or some people*
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*a pink haired young woman makes her way thru the wreckage. Helping those shes sees as best she can.
She eventually makes her way to the capital building and after weaving her way thru the masses crowding it. She finds someone in charge and leaves a letter.
Teh ORc Bashers have pledged their support..Please contact as soon as you are able with the list of items and needs the city needs to aid her people. We will do our best to help the people of leringard in these terrible times.
You can contact me as soon as possible.
ABigail Firesteed
Orc Bashers of Hempstead
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A fat old dwarf in a business suit-jacket returns after a long journey jogging. He stands before the wreckage of his city with a grim expression and coils his fist in rage, fuming... then relaxes.
"Vengeance kin wait... for now it's time fer Dorand's work."
He buys a dozen lumber axes and an ox and sets out into the woods.
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*with Abi coming from the, Starr leaves instructions on the mixtures of the herbs and stews and to keep the water pots boiling. He then heads out to the nearest port to catch ship to Lans Port*
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*the fat dwarf carries in log bundles by the 40 full, dragging them to his home, he then sets about, posting up some notices*
Gather for the Relief Effort -> Get a Fullplate or Sheild for a Single Box!
I've talked to Grenna about Leringard and she's doing some cooking for the relief effort. If you can get any boxes of sage or butter for her, I will make anyone who delivers it a custom metal armor of their choosing, up to Iron. I'm also gathering lumber my the grove-ful for making planks, so if any of you lads out there gather me boxes of gum arabic, I'll make ye some armor too. Going to need a lot of sandpaper for them planks, make this dock as quickly as possible! Here is a chart indicating the value of what ye can have made by me and for how many boxes of what... Slip a note under the door at 128 Leringard as to who ye are, what ye have and what you be wanting, and I'll get working right away.
So any of ye lads wanting to pitch in and save yer gold on some new equipment, let me know.
1 box of Sage, Wheat, Corn, hickory paper, small clay molds finished hickory planks -> any metal armor from copper to bronze, from chain shirt to full plate, or any shield from copper to bronze from buckler to Tower Sheild.
2 boxes of any of the above, or 1 box of hops, oak paper, medium clay molds, finished oak planks, hickory sandpaper or oak paper -> any Metal armor of Iron from chain shirt to Fullplate, or sheild from buckler to Tower Sheild.
1 Box of Milk, Butter or Sandpaper of any kind and I'll make you an Iron tower shield AND Fullplate. If you can't use it yet, I'll toss in a bronze or copper to boot. We need these items in bulk most of all. Planks for housing and the docks, bread and proper mutton for the starving are what we need most. We will also be coordinating with any other guilds willing to pitch in. The more who can do their part, the better off we will be.
Dorand will see us through this. Through hard work and determination, we will make this greater than it was ever before. Every hand that chips in, every back that toils and every hammer to every nail, we will rebuild our home.
-Bjornigar Ironguts, Defender of Dorand
//If ye need to get in contact with me for an order, either send me a PM or post below the notice in the Tradehall forum. Don't want to clutter this thread up too much ;)
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*A tall, blonde haired woman warrior steps from the shadow of her doorway into the streets of Leringard several days after the destruction has been wrought. Sasha's eyes are red rimmed, her demeanor one of lost hope. She moves carefully nursing her bandaged wounds. Wandering aimlessly she follows the crowds making their way to the docks to aid in the repairs and clean up. As she draws closer and closer her demeanor changes, the lost forlorn look in her haunted eyes changes to one of anger and then....fury.
Seeing Sallaron and Argali working beside many others for the first time in days she allows herself to rise above the self pity into which she had descended. Those nearby could be forgiven for being startled by the words that they hear spoken by the tall battle weary woman who had wandered into their midst. Sasha can be heard to say, her eyes blazing with anger.*
If I have to descend into the deepest darkest pits known to man I swear I will find this Lucindite who serves the Dragon Stealers, and by Rofirein I swear I shall visit Justice upon him with my own sword. Then, then I swear that somehow Fisterion will pay for this.
*Without another word she spins and turns, wincing slightly at the pain in her chest and storms back up the main road to her house to once again unpack the armour, shield and sword she weilds in service to Rofirein from where she had placed it thinking she could never serve him again.*
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At the orphanage, Lyn Tobias arranges extra space and hospital services at Kali's request. Those orphans under Lyn's care aid in the efforts as best they can, the elder children with rebuilding, and the younger with clean-up.
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** a few days later, a man in a brown coat and green shirt comes to once again survey the damage to Leringard.
Quietly, he approaches one of the Relief workers and has a quick word before moving into one of the makeshift tents where supplies for the survivors are kept.
"So... " the worker says, " ... you'd like to donate. Well... thats excellent. We're stretched pretty thin here... and need all the help we can get."
The man in the coat just nods, and leaning on a table of blankets, he pulls a slip from his coat and scribbles on it and hands it to the relief worked.
The worked takes it, wafting it in the air for the ink to dry before looking down at it.
" Er... wait... you haven't put an amount on this."
The man in the coat winces a little, rubbing his chest, before moving to the tent entrance.
" Thats okay. Arrangements have been made. The clerks will know what to do."
" But... what if they ask?" The Relief worked questioned, hurrying forward to stop the man. " How much should I say to withdraw?"
The man in the coat turns slightly, a sad smile on his face as he shrugs his shoulders.
"All of it."
// If a DM would like to strip Sall's account and transfer to Relief for Leringard
// Or someone working for the Relief effort PM me to drop it off (( But Sall wouldnt give the coins to someone he knows))
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*Huntemara comes back to leringard after a long trip. she sees the damage and quickly heads towards her house to see if it's still standing. After checking her house she walks around leringard taking it all in. She then returns to her house and sits there quitely, tears rolling over her face, her face having a sad look.*
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// Any GM can help you out with items and gold that your character wishes to donate. The most direct approach is a PM to a GM of your timezone.
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Ben is seen or not seen scavenging through the wreckage of various buildings. Occasionally he pockets some trinket that strikes his fancy, other times he pauses to listen at the wreckages then sets to work clearing a path using his skills and tools to delve deeper into it. His face shows resignation as he uncovers the dead, hope as he finds some alive. Without a word he directs the living to the Leringard Inn for aid after treating thier worst injuries then returns to his aimless roaming and searching.
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*Huntemara starts looking walking around in leringard to look for children that might have lost ther parents and could use a home. she expects to find none but tries anyway*
//any gm that could let me know what hunty would find and perhaps help rp the rest from there on in.
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*Kyle arrives in Leringard riding on Eldarin. He notices the ornate statues and fountains demolished and hides a sigh of dismay. He prods Eldarin and he navigates the rubble strewn streets. A man curses loudly as he tries to pull his overturned wagon right.
Kyle dismounts and grabbing a rope he ties one end to the wagon and the other to Eldarin. In a few moments...the wagon is upright and Kyle begins to help the family load up. The man angrily stops him.
"It is because of people like you that this happened" He spits at Kyle's feet. "Just leave us be."
Kyle looks at the man sadly and gets onto Eldarin. He rides away quietly...just as the wagon makes it's way out of the city.*
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// I'll log in tomorrow evening and be around town for an hour.
Calendar event:
http://forums.layonara.com/calendar.php?do=getinfo&e=7292&day=2008-5-29&c=3
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*Tyrian opens the doors of the Twin Dragon ushering anyone in need inside. She begins to empty the kitchen feeding people. She hires additional kitchen help, and sends wagons to find food and haul it back, the whole time looking INCREADIBLY angry*
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*A bleary-eyed hang-dog Riven heads to bed, after days of stretching himself thin, tending to those in the inn, and at times, hunting and bringing back venison for the kitchen*
"Tyrian, wake me when ye need to rest, and I'll keep the food and aid flowing"
*A scraggle-haired man in green and brown wools is looking haggard. All day he has been tending to the wounded, hungry and tired, at the Twin Dragon Inn at 137 Leringard. The doors are always unlocked, welcoming all to the hall, but on this day the inn is packed to the brim, and the storeroom is threatening to run out of food. Even the tavern bards have packed away their instruments, and are helping wait tables and aid folks in making blanket-beds. Even if they played, their music would not be heard above the din of the crowd.*
Riven reassures the crowds, "Have no fear, friends, we've hunters out at this moment, gathering venison for the stews. We'll not go short of food for ye."
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* the eastern gates open and several dire bears follow behind a green and brown clad elven figure, dragging some of the fallen timber from outside the gates inside to be used by the repair crews.After untethering the timber he sends the bears back into the woods, while ushering in a pack of dire wolves carrying baskets of fish,berries,and grains, to be dropped off at the front door of the inns. Khuren sends the pack back out and then turns scratching at the burned mark on his chest before moving toward the striders den.*
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Shiff can still be found wandering the streets around the mainstay of refugee housing, making sure those who might try to harm or take advantage of the refugees are kept at bay, as well as helping with repairs and rebuilding when capable.
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*After Helping with the search and rescue (assuming it is over) Brian goes over to the mist temple and lends a hand to tend to the wounded.*
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Two cargo vessels, escorted by four naval vessels appear off the coast of Leringard.
Smaller vessels start to transport supplies from the vessels, one can see large sturdy pieces of wood, probably from the Forest of Fog, that would be very useful for the reconstruction of the docks.
Also, a lot of blankets and clothing to help the citizens that lost their homes stay warm arrive in large quantities.
An emissary and his escort can also be seen leaving the small fleet and heads south towards Blackford Castle.
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Shiff helps unload the ships (if hes allowed to) and helps distribute them to those most in need, as well as keeping an eye on what he can to insure it does not "disappear" into the hands of any nefarious individuals
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Ophelia tends to the wounded at the temple of Mist she spies on the horizen two ships heading toward the docks. She quickly finishes seeing to some of the wounded and makes her way back to the docks of Leringard.
As the ships make port she eyes the wood and any marking on the vessels and its crew. When the emissary disembarks from the ship Ophelia walks up to him and thanks him for supplying wood for her, the temple of Mist and the Leringard Arms currrent effort to rebuild the docks of Leringard.
Two cargo vessels, escorted by four naval vessels appear off the coast of Leringard.
Smaller vessels start to transport supplies from the vessels, one can see large sturdy pieces of wood, probably from the Forest of Fog, that would be very useful for the reconstruction of the docks.
Also, a lot of blankets and clothing to help the citizens that lost their homes stay warm arrive in large quantities.
An emissary and his escort can also be seen leaving the small fleet and heads south towards Blackford Castle.
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*Catching sight (or hearing rumour) of the cargo vessels, Argali frowns heavily.*
"Now the vulturre cirrcles."
*For a moment, the weight of circumstance takes her, and she slumps heavily. Finally, after what seems like several minutes, she straightens her frame to exude the bearing of a proud kin, growling something coarsely in dwarven. Then, quietly.*
"He will get no toe-hold herre."
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*Barion sends a letter to those in charge *
Sir's / Madam's ,
The OrcBashers request a list of what is most needed .
The way we see it , we can keep transporting every kind off materials and food into the town , but if it's not immediately used it might be in the way .
So please give us an indication on what is needed the most .
In name off The OrcBashers , Barion Firesteed .
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* Slowly, but deliberately, peace and a resemblance of order returns to the large port city on the northernmost tip of Mistone.
Aid arrived quickly and from many places. Therefore the docks have been mostly rebuilt, destroyed homes cleared out and repair crews have moved in. Meanwhile a large camp site outside the city housed the many homeless during past months.
The stout people of the north have weathered yet another conflict and come out bruised, but intact. *
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**In the still of the Leringard night, a first story window is thrown open. A dwarven lass anxiously peers out across the night scene, her copper tresses, tied in pony tail by day, are caught by the gentle night breeze.
The scene is almost one of tranquility, of a city gradually restoring itself to normal after the terrible calamity. And yet the dwarf is ill at ease, uncomfortable with the suggestion of hope presented before her, that it all might be made a dreadful lie again.
She rubs at the discomfort in her chest, but gets no relief from it, nor her nagging fears.**
// That's "first story window", not "ground floor window". //