A Chill Welcome
Fourth of Olweje-hamba (Olweje Descendent), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)
Hugh looks to have all his arms and legs as well as both his arms unpecked by owls though the new knotted scar across his cheek is not encouraging, neither is the fact that Neios is dressed in armor as though ready for battle at the sight of a ship on the horizon. "A sight for sore eyes you are my lord, a sight for sore eyes and not a moment too soon. Things have been going worse with the Purples since the lady came through, a southerner she was even beyond Agber, and she were roadworn and weary so we let her in and she was a good guest as far as that went... but then the Purples came and claimed she had stolen a thing of theirs, a necklace well prized by their prince Abir. "
"Hah, prince!" Neios scoffs. "Better to say a knave out of Farshore, the lady was clearly of noble blood and the brigands sought to rob her, if not to take her prisoner for ransom. Let them bark I say, what do we care what goes on in the much of Farshore?"
"Because that's most of the markets, all the ones that don't try to skin your twice, and nevermind that we made a deal with the Purples to provide some of Zaia's tinctures and potions,
that's down the shit hole, pardon my language my lord."
"
I will not pardon it!" Neios snaps but your man just keeps talking, clearly fed up with dealing with the prince.
"We set guard in case they meant to rob us, but none came, not for us and not for the horses. We had four foals in the winter, but we started to get rats in the food stores 'ound that time, eating everything bare they did. Not sure if it was the work of the Purple or some curse, but we couldn't drive them out, not with fire, not with traps, at least not until the owls came. They've been sitting guard on the tower ever since..."
You call out to Inge to keep the gulls back, though the girl struggles with it for she had promised them a roost on shore. So it is not until the evening once Zaia, Esha and even Mog had settled into rooms in the keep that she makes it to shore under the eyes of birds strange and arcane.
"Someone died here..." you almost don't hear the words, they had been so soft.
Almost, but still you hear it, still you ask as she goes up the rain slick steps "What?"
"I can feel it, the veil opened, the gate's been left ajar. There's something, someone maybe still here."
But no one of your company had died, of that you had been sure since going in, so who then could have perished in your halls and not even been known for it?
Returning to Hugh in the tower you ask more about this lady. She had apparently left a pile of pearls and a note in clay which you hand to Esha.
"That's odd..." she trails off. "This is a wedding invitation to celebrate the union of a lady of Ebene, that is one of the oasis towns south of Agber, and a lord of the Great Land. "
"What is so odd about it? True I do not think we shall be partaking, but perhaps it was just an odd way for a thief to mark her passage."
"It is dated sixty three years ago and if I recall aright, Ebene no longer stands," Esha replies, speaking softly as though afraid she will be overheard. "Rumor along the road claimed it was ravaged by plague, it's people scattered."
What do you do?
[] Order everyone out of the keep while you investigate
[] No need to cause panic and strife over a feeling and an odd note, if your men and the fishermen have been fine for months then so too shall you be while you look into this
[] Write in
OOC: And finally we are here. Those were some wild rolls in the background when I did the interlude. 
