RP channel logs: Solo: Chyre

[RP]: (Chyre): Trudging wearily along the road, Chyre and her horse finally approached the Great Arendish Fair.
[RP]: (Chyre): There were tents everywhere. A semi permanent encampment where goods from all over the known world were traded.
[RP]: (Chyre): Having been out of touch for some time she headed to the Drasnian sector of the fair in search of the latest news.
[RP]: (Chyre): 'What Ho Chyre' cried one of the traders, stepping out of the shadows of the tent. 'Long time no see! Come in, Come in, the boy will take care of that old nag for you'.
[RP]: Chyre says 'Old nag, Caldon, where are your eyes today! Thats the finest piece of horseflesh this side of the Algar Plains.'
[RP]: (Chyre): After handing Chyre her saddlebags, the boy Caldon had spoken about led my horse round the tent towards the paddocks.
[RP]: (Chyre): 'Don't worry Chyre, the boy knows his job. Nag or not, she'll be fine' Caldon said. Chyre followed Caldon into the tent. Which though shady was by no means cooler than the outside.
[RP]: (Chyre): Caldon called for food and drink, and they settled on cushions surrounding a low fire. Old friends reunited, about to discuss the state of the world.
[RP]: Chyre says 'You're being unusually quiet today Caldon, you are usually bursting with all the news, but today... well. Come, tell me, what's happening in the world?'
[RP]: (Chyre): Caldon sighed. 'You've be out of touch for longer than usual my girl.' Caldon could get away with this, he and Chyre went a long way back. 'The world, for once, is quiet. Its the Merchants where all the news comes from this time.'
[RP]: (Chyre): Chyre looked shocked at this, Caldon wondered where to begin, so much had been happening.
[RP]: Chyre says 'Oh Caldon, it can't be as bad as all that. Just tell me'
[RP]: (Chyre): 'Well, its not all bad news, I'll start with the good. The clan has expanded recently. There are lots of new people there. There's also a new branch been opened The Angarak Consortium. Bringing trade from east and west together.'
[RP]: (Chyre): 'The bad news is that Czrel has had to step down.'
[RP]: Chyre laughs 'Czrel? Step Down? you have to have heard that wrong Caldon.'
[RP]: (Chyre): 'It's true Chyre, he caught some disease or other whilst travelling in Nyissa. They've not found a cure yet, he's been too ill to lead himself, let alone organsie you lot.' Caldon sniffed.
[RP]: (Chyre): Chyre can hardly believe what she was hearing. Czrel? Ill.. and no cure. It couldn't be possible, but Caldon was too old a friend to lie.
[RP]: Chyre says 'I guess I'd better head back to Boktor. I'll have to fly though, will you take care of my horse? or sell it if you need too.'
[RP]: (Chyre): Caldon agrees. It wasn't long before he was waving Chyre off on her trip back to Boktor. He only hoped that she would be alright.

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