Untitled Episode7
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Chapter 7
(eerie wind blows)
[Ren] What is this thing in me?
(Kah'Nath thuds)
[Hunter] That spirit, it wasn't just locked in a weather. It was sealed in an iron casket in a heavily guarded tower.
So you did steal it.
[Hunter] Me and Lyanna had a deal with the Archivist. He's an expert on Marked Ones.
Make ready for the Helgoth protocol.
[Ren] This Archivist, could he get this thing out of me?
[Hunter] Probably.
Then take me to him.
(percussive crescendo)
(bird hoots)
(fire crackles)
(bird hoots again)
(deep, uneasy music)
(heavy breathing)
(Ren gasps)
[Ren] Get it out of me!
[Hunter] What's wrong? Bad dream?
All my life I've been taught to fear the Mahri spirits. So evil that the gods themselves marked them as a warning to us. All the stories of Lord Montfort of Darhlmarth. The things he did... How much further to the Archivist?
If we keep going as we are-
I want it out of me.
(triumphant music)
[Kah'Nath soldier] Yeah well, we haven't got all day. Move along, move along.
[Commander] Set up roadblocks here, here, and here. Send a platoon to each of these villages and round up anyone who fits the description of the Marked and her accomplice, and take them to Greyridge Prison.
Yes, sir.
Listen up. The Mahri corruption can move from host to host. It could have left the girl by now. This, this part of the province, it's far from Landanill. The people here have grown sloppy in following our teachings. We must help them re-learn the ways of the Kah'Nath. Anyone with a mark can be Nu'Mahri now. Bring them all to Greyridge Prison for interrogation.
[Kah'Nath soldiers] Yes, sir.
(percussive intrigue)
[Hunter] Two weeks that way will take us to the Illin Crossroads. Come on.
(fire crackles)
(gentle music)
(uplifting music)
(door opens and closes)
(farmyard animals make noise in the distance)
What are you doing? You can't just take it, what about the trade?
We're on the run. There's no time for manners.
(coins jingle)
Do you steal everything?
So does Baynon.
In jest! Look around, Hunter. These people have even less than we do.
That's not my fault. What do I owe them? Nobody ever did thing for me.
(pigs grunt)
The Archivist lives here?
[Hunter] This is where we meet his go-between at the Smoke and Ember.
Why do we need a go-between? Can't we go straight to him?
You really have no idea how dangerous it is collecting Mahri memorabilia, do you? He has to make sure that no one can find him. You stay here, I'll be right back.
I'm coming in with you.
With that on your face? You'd cause a riot.
(murmurs of village life)
(door opens and closes)
(pigs grunt)
(marching in the distance)
[Distant voice] Come on! Move along! Come on, Ichor, we don't have all day.
(cart trundles)
Halt! Search every building. The Marked One is about 18, green eyes, brown hair.
(Kah'Nath soldiers pound at doors)
Her accomplice is well-built, late 20s, with short, dark hair. But remember, the Mahri could be in anyone.
(pigs squeal)
(flies buzz)
(Ren sighs)
Last of the muddy ones.
(villagers chat)
[Drunkard] Why do you always hide your-
(Drunkard groans)
[Tansy] Mind you're own business, mate. No more for that one.
The two ne'er-do-wells in the corner.
[Villager leaving] Mind how you go.
I was expecting Lyanna.
She was unable to attend.
Do you have it?
No, got broken.
How disappointing. I was very clear. The deal's off.
[Chorn] Not so fast! Girl. Where have you come from?
I've been feeding the pigs.
(Chorn scoffs)
Show me your face. Oh, by Nardaeth! Have you been feeding with them? Be gone, girl.
Thought I told you to wait outside.
I'm watching your back. Kah'Nath soldiers have just arrived.
(Kah'Nath soldier shouts from outside)
[Hestinga] Stoopers!
(villagers murmur hurriedly)
The Archivist, where?
The Heretics' Market, at the ruins on Elderhill. This time next week.
[Hunter] Sol, you have to hide us.
Hunter. Why would a law-abiding landlady like me do that, huh?
Because they'll kill us if you don't. I'll make it up to you.
(Sol scoffs)
Promises.
If not for us, do it my little brother. He has no one else left in the world. Please.
[Madanas outside] Halt! Show your face!
By Nardaeth, what have you got me involved with? Get back behind here. Not a word, any of you.
(flies buzz)
What is that on your face?
(door creaks open)
Listen up, pigswill! We've got fugitives on the loose. No one's to leave until we've searched this place. Have no fear, barkeep. Do as the Mouth of Truth says and you'll be watering these weeds again before you know it.
[Chorn] Look at me.
Have you seen anything suspicious?
Yes. Someone in my bar not drinking, to me that's always suspicious.
[Chorn] Look at me.
All clear.
[Madanas] It's uh, curious that you haven't moved an inch since I got here, isn't it? Maybe I should have a quick look behind the bar?
[Tansy] How about another-?
(drink spills)
Oh. I am so sorry.
Just...
She's got a mark. Get her!
No!
Everyone with a mark is to be taken in for interrogation.
What are you talking about? She's had that mark since she was little-
(dagger clinks)
(flies buzz)
Just be grateful I don't shut down this dung-barn for harbouring her.
(door closes)
(tense music)
Move out!
(cart trundles)
(door opens and closes)
You could have given us up.
You heard her. "Anyone with a mark". They'd've taken her anyway.
They'll let her go. Once they realise she's done nothing wrong.
With that mark on her mug? What cave have you been living in?
We'd better go.
[Sol] No! You said you'd make it up to me. Now you know how.
No. There's nothing we can do for her. They're taking her to Greyridge and no one comes back from there.
We have to help her. She saved us.
What about your brother? How does it help Baynon getting yourself killed for people you don't even know?
He'd want me to help. Besides, if it wasn't for her it would be you and me on that cart.
[Hunter] I said I'd take you to the Archivist, that's all.
I'll help your daughter. Even if he won't.
(adventurous music)
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