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The front door opens, admitting one very pregnant knight and her husband. Both wear glum expressions and look just a little jumpy. Adam navigates his way to Bar, clutching several notes written on paper bearing the words: From the desk of Dr. Geraldine Lord.
This is it, then. I've been ordered on bed rest. Blood pressure and size and all that rot. At least you'll be able to find me, should you need me for anything. Feel free to visit. Otherwise, I'm quite sure I will go increasingly mad. Nobody wants that.
-Alanna
Meanwhile, Alanna waddles to the bulletin board, glaring at it as if it's responsible for the length of time it takes her to cross the room. She glances at a few notices before tacking her own, also on Dr. Lord's personal stationery, just left of center. With a soft whisper and a flash of purple light, she spells it so Roger, should he put in an appearance, can't read her words.
I, Sir Alanna Young of Olau (formerly of Trebond), Lioness of Tortall, Woman Who Rides like a Man, have been put on... bed rest. So shall I remain for the rest of my pregnancy. Should anyone need me, my quarters are located near the security office. Friends are always welcome. Strangers are usually welcome, especially if accompanied by edible offerings or weapons that need cleaning.
-Sir Alanna
Satisfied, Alanna nods and reads the note again to make sure she doesn't sound too desperate. If anyone wishes to speak with her before she disappears, they are certainly welcome to catch her now.
If not, or following any such conversations, Alanna rejoins Adam and follows him back to their room for a little sadness and frustration, some reassurance and a whole lot of rest.
This is it, then. I've been ordered on bed rest. Blood pressure and size and all that rot. At least you'll be able to find me, should you need me for anything. Feel free to visit. Otherwise, I'm quite sure I will go increasingly mad. Nobody wants that.
-Alanna
Meanwhile, Alanna waddles to the bulletin board, glaring at it as if it's responsible for the length of time it takes her to cross the room. She glances at a few notices before tacking her own, also on Dr. Lord's personal stationery, just left of center. With a soft whisper and a flash of purple light, she spells it so Roger, should he put in an appearance, can't read her words.
I, Sir Alanna Young of Olau (formerly of Trebond), Lioness of Tortall, Woman Who Rides like a Man, have been put on... bed rest. So shall I remain for the rest of my pregnancy. Should anyone need me, my quarters are located near the security office. Friends are always welcome. Strangers are usually welcome, especially if accompanied by edible offerings or weapons that need cleaning.
-Sir Alanna
Satisfied, Alanna nods and reads the note again to make sure she doesn't sound too desperate. If anyone wishes to speak with her before she disappears, they are certainly welcome to catch her now.
If not, or following any such conversations, Alanna rejoins Adam and follows him back to their room for a little sadness and frustration, some reassurance and a whole lot of rest.