While clearing out the debris and assorted odd and ends laying about the depths of the dark Tower, a dust covered, heavy wooden case was recovered from a cluttered alcove on the prison level.
There was nothing unusual about this occurrence, as quite a number of personal effects of those held captive had been found. It was the owner's name carefully carved in the side of the box that made the workers who found it deliver the item immediately to the royal home.
Ambrose was passing through the front entrance hall when the case was delivered and he accepted it himself when he saw what it was.
He took it to his own room, setting it carefully on the bed and reaching for the phone he kept on one of the small tables nearby.
As he waited for the resident viewer to answer his call, he traced his fingers over the deeply engraved letters in the wood, reading the name "RAW" with the sensitive tips. Soon enough, Raw was informed of the newly delivered property and was on his way.
Raw knocked before entering, his eyes unerringly drawn to the familiar box. He met Ambrose's eye for only the briefest of moments. Ambrose smiled and waved a hand to indicate that Raw should join him on the bed.
With the case between them, Raw reached out and touched it reverently. "Where?"
"In the Tower," Ambrose answered. "Is it what I think it is?"
Nodding slowly, Raw slid his hand over the simple but powerful locking mechanism. It clicked obediently at his fleeting touch and the lid popped open, revealing the contents.
Ambrose gasped softly, a bright, intrigued smile breaking out at the sight. "It is! It's an apothecary set! I've never seen one myself, not one belonging to a real healer. This is fantastic," he grinned up at Raw.
The viewer returned his smile and ran his hands over the smooth clay bottles, still intact with their medicines and mixes. Glass and metal tools were tucked into padded cloth pockets, safe and secure after all this time. He reached across and took Ambrose's hand in his own, touching their joined fingers to one of the inset bowls filled with impossibly supple leaves. "Ajali. Will keep nightmares away."
"It's just like you to make this about me," Ambrose teased him gently, touched at Raw's subtlety. He squeezed the fingers linked with his own. "Thank you for showing me this part of your past."
Raw shook his head, untangling his fingers and grasping Ambrose' shoulder. "Not past. Connecting old and new. Ambrose help renew set?"
"Of course I'll help you update it," Ambrose assured him earnestly. "I'd be honored."
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There was nothing unusual about this occurrence, as quite a number of personal effects of those held captive had been found. It was the owner's name carefully carved in the side of the box that made the workers who found it deliver the item immediately to the royal home.
Ambrose was passing through the front entrance hall when the case was delivered and he accepted it himself when he saw what it was.
He took it to his own room, setting it carefully on the bed and reaching for the phone he kept on one of the small tables nearby.
As he waited for the resident viewer to answer his call, he traced his fingers over the deeply engraved letters in the wood, reading the name "RAW" with the sensitive tips. Soon enough, Raw was informed of the newly delivered property and was on his way.
Raw knocked before entering, his eyes unerringly drawn to the familiar box. He met Ambrose's eye for only the briefest of moments. Ambrose smiled and waved a hand to indicate that Raw should join him on the bed.
With the case between them, Raw reached out and touched it reverently. "Where?"
"In the Tower," Ambrose answered. "Is it what I think it is?"
Nodding slowly, Raw slid his hand over the simple but powerful locking mechanism. It clicked obediently at his fleeting touch and the lid popped open, revealing the contents.
Ambrose gasped softly, a bright, intrigued smile breaking out at the sight. "It is! It's an apothecary set! I've never seen one myself, not one belonging to a real healer. This is fantastic," he grinned up at Raw.
The viewer returned his smile and ran his hands over the smooth clay bottles, still intact with their medicines and mixes. Glass and metal tools were tucked into padded cloth pockets, safe and secure after all this time. He reached across and took Ambrose's hand in his own, touching their joined fingers to one of the inset bowls filled with impossibly supple leaves. "Ajali. Will keep nightmares away."
"It's just like you to make this about me," Ambrose teased him gently, touched at Raw's subtlety. He squeezed the fingers linked with his own. "Thank you for showing me this part of your past."
Raw shook his head, untangling his fingers and grasping Ambrose' shoulder. "Not past. Connecting old and new. Ambrose help renew set?"
"Of course I'll help you update it," Ambrose assured him earnestly. "I'd be honored."