Scene 04 starts out with Cirellio riding through the desert. His horse is named ‘Twice’, a brown palfrey with patches of white fur around his eyes. After days of travelling they are finally seeing signs they’re nearing the desert city Shiira, and the river that runs along it.
The scene shifts gears and goes into a prior event. In Aydomar, in the high office, Lord Gazic (leader of the largest guild of theives in the world) has been keeping tabs on Cirellio and two other men who had left Aydomar days earlier without permission. Gazic is doing some information gathering and has summoned Redmond, the leader of a faction in Brennan, (‘the underground city’ which is on unclaimed land—therefore one of the lost cities which swears allegience to no one) to recant everything that had happened, despite having already read the dossier sent earlier.
He tells of how Cirellio had gotten seized by a blacksmith named Taglaraun, who had publicly accused him of being a thief. This brought much unwanted attention. Taglaraun, ever the showman, insists they duel, hoping it would draw in more business before he turns him in for the ransom. Cirellio came out of it the victor, but the mob of people rushed him and the valuables within the tent.
One of Redmond’s men broke up the crowd disguised as a fugitive hunter, feared men who are hired by the kings of the world to seize fugitives outside the major city gates to collect bounties. The ‘fugitive hunter’ claimed to work for King Rezzik, king of Aydomar, and tried to bully information out of him, but Cirellio managed to stick to the story that he was going back north to Aydomar anyway and was only there for the public auctions. However, Redmond’s men had witnessed his purchases—mainly provisions for desert travel—which suggested he had planned to head south all along.
I have to remember as I write Cirellio that he starts out a fatalist and thief—fairly heartless and cold. He’s been bottling up his feelings for a long time.
Lord Gazic is thorough, calculating, untrusting, puts his job ahead of his personal life, and would kill people in his own guild to keep his own butt out of the frying pan.
Hm. My wordcount is falling quite short of 1,000 words-per-scene. That’s okay at this point because I’m writing my first draft fairly lean and I have quite a bit more than eighty scenes to work with.
2496 -> Now, I just need to do that 40 more times :)