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[likeroaringlions]

I'll have some family business of my own to deal with.

Now it's dawn, another December morning, crisp and fair. His father's in bed, complaining, going back and forth between insisting that he's fine and they don't need to go anywhere, and fussing at the men packing. (William's orders, that. This is no time for Stirling Castle: the Douglases need to be on Douglas land.)

He's got his own packing to do, but as he stares around his chamber he finds his hands shaking. Ah, Christ. Maybe a drink. Maybe a drink will help. Or maybe some solid food.

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It's a pale, gingerly-moving William Douglas who enters Milliways, and heads straight for the Bar. A glass of wine, some meat. Nothing fancy.



((OOC: the OOM link goes to a scene from the play. warnings for violence at the end.))

Comments

[likeroaringlions]

"Not so far. A bit over fifty miles." There, now he's thinking about it concretely. "We'll have to stick to the good roads, because we're traveling with someone who's sick, and we canny go too fast. But it's not a bad ride. Places to stay along the way."

[not_his_pa]

"That always makes it longer. Traveled when my little brought was pretty bad, hated how he coughed at every bump. Least its not too far."

[likeroaringlions]

"And were you going far with your brother?"

[not_his_pa]

"Damn far, we took the train part of the way but that had all the coal which ain't good either. He's better now but it was scary then,"

He can remember how Mark coughed and the blood.