{duty} in which ewar earns his keep.

[standsbehind]

While the Lord himself is occupied, he isn't entirely out of touch with what was going on elsewhere - Martel might not like his pinpoint, but he was willing to concede to its usefulness in times like these - and so it hasn't been too difficult for him to get a working understanding of what's been going on and start taking steps. There's not much he

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[cold_magdalen]

Magda is newly angry with Leonato, and she comes separately from him; at least, as far as she's concerned, since he's probably following her at a distance.

She still looks worn and tiny, though there's also a fierce determination that's holding her limbs and ligaments together. When she gets to the place, she inclines her head, assuming her mother's air. She's still the princess.

[standsbehind]

"Lady," Ewar greets her, mild and polite but not especially deferential. He's younger than his serious face tends to indicate, but he might as well be twenty-five going on forty-five and it's easy to see fairly quickly why it is that Martel relies on him. "I'm Ewar, the swordmaster at Valdis. My lord'd be here himself if he could."

[cold_magdalen]

"Aye. He hath my thanks for that. He bade me meet with thee to speak on the question of my father."

[standsbehind]

"He has a few questions he'd like me to ask you," Ewar agrees diplomatically.