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[theravenboy]

Bran Davies, home from Cardiff for the holidays, has had some opportunity to rest from the stresses of the fall term. It is not entirely peaceful at home, though. The Dysynni valley, some hours north of Cardiff, is much closer to the fires than Bran's university, and the people of Clwyd Farm have been grim and thoughtful lately

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[penderwydd]

Sitting near the fire was Tegid his blue cloak piled on top of the table and beneath his head. Near his head and the bundled up cloak was his golden harp, clutched in a loose hand. His staff reseted nicely on the floor.

[theravenboy]

Bran approaches the bard. "Good evening to you," he says cheerfully enough. "Tegid Tathal, is it not, the Penderwydd?"

[penderwydd]

Tegid started, had he been asleep? Indeed he had.

"Excuse me, brother" he said quickly, "I recognize your voice, Bran Davis? How do you fair?" Tegid's blindfold had slipped a little.

[theravenboy]

"Well enough," answers Bran. "Not the best of winters, this one, but it could be worse. And you, how have you been?"

[penderwydd]

"I can't leave," said Tegid, "not at the moment. And I seek aid, water, supplies, and anyone who can fight."

[theravenboy]

"War, then?" Bran is alert at once. "Although I am afraid I am no fighter, now."

[penderwydd]

Tegid nodded agreement.

"It's lurking on the horizon," said Tegid, "You were a warrior?"

[theravenboy]

"I could have been," Bran answers, thinking of the sword Mordred left him, and how it felt natural in his hand when the Hunter guided it. "But that chance is gone."

[penderwydd]

"Choices are always hard, are they not?" asked Tegid, "But, was it the right choice? Do you feel it was worth giving up?"

[theravenboy]

Bran spoke to Raven tonight before he met Tegid, and choices have been much on his mind.

"Yes," Bran answers slowly. "Yes. The work I have to do, that I am needed for in my world, it is not about fighting."

[penderwydd]

Tegid understood about choices, and fate, and he fell silent for a while.

"Is it prudent of me to seek help from these Other Worlds, Bran Davis?" asked Tegid suddenly.

[theravenboy]

"You mean the other worlds that touch on Milliways?" Bran wrinkles his forehead in thought. "A good question, that, and one without an easy answer. There are people here who could be very helpful indeed, if they wanted, but the trick is learning which of them can be trusted. And then of course many here have responsibilities elsewhere, and if they come to your world they may risk their other duties."

[penderwydd]

"This is true," agreed Tegid, "I think if we faught this battle on our own, things may turn out better."

He held his head in his hands.
"Of course, we could all be tragically killed and Albion will be destroyed," he said, "But at least we will not give up without a fight!"