It's times like these...

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We see Lordaeron before its destruction there a market stalls everywhere and people talking, the city is the usual hustle and bustle you get in any city.
We see Imoen as a teenager holding hands with a very muscular man, she is smiling gently they both sit next to the well.''
Ryan: It’s been over a year now…
Imoen: Mmm…
Ryan: Here, rest your head on my shoulder.
Imoen rests her head on the Ryan’s shoulder smiling putting her arms around him.
Ryan: We’ve been together for over a Year now and I…well…I just wanted to say these people…who stare at you Jelaously-
Imoen: They hate me for being half their species…
Ryan: I don’t care my love…your blue eyes, those small pointy ears…they make you different, I have something for you…
Imoen: Oh…you didn’t have to…
Ryan pulls out a flower, it has a long stalk with just one flower, the flower is purple and yellow.
Ryan: I know it’s not a rose but I want this to mean something…most of these women Imoen…they are roses, everyone has roses for valentines…they are pretty but after two or three roses, Imoen…they get boring they all have the same beauty, so this is why I give you this flower, it’s beautiful but no one picks it…no one stops to look and admire the beauty of it, they just pick roses.
Ryan moves his hand across the side of Imoen’s face.
Ryan: Why they only pick roses Imoen? Perhaps it’s what they have been told to choose but Imoen listen…listen to the well we sit near, listen to the city…I could die here and die happy, with you-
Imoen goes to kiss Ryan he moves her away gently and smiles at her.
Ryan: No, let’s just hold each other and enjoy this moment. Here.
Ryan passes over the flower she holds it and smiles warmly at it, her eyes looking tearful she rests into his arms and take a sigh of relief.
Imoen: I love you.
Suddenly we then see an elf running up to Imoen he is shouting “Imoen!” at her she looks at him confused then it flashes out of the dream to reality.
Aanson: Yoo who! Imoen wake up!
Imoen: [groan] Erhh, why did you wake me up…?
Aanson: You gotta see this! come on come down stairs! She’s gone loopy lou!
Imoen: Wha...? Oh alright.
Aanson smiles and runs out of her room, Imoen falls back on her bead and sighs. She smiles for two seconds, she gets up and looks in the mirror she caresses a ring that is on her eyebrow. 
We hear Louise shouting, Imoen puts on her armor and goes downstairs. Imoen has come in three quarters into the conversation Aanson and Thepol seem to be chuckling about it, Louise seems to have gone bright red, her fist clenched and leans over whilst shouting at Harsufeld, one of the Crusaders.
Louise: DO YOU KNOW!? Arcanist Doan wrote to Abbot Habeus about my terrible swordsmanship yesterday! and do you know why!? BECAUSE I NEVER GET THE CHANCE TO WIELD A SWORD!
Harsufeld: Y-Y-You didn’t?
Louise: NO! BECAUSE I NEVER GET TO PUT MY BROOM DOWN!! [quietly] And I'm sick to bloody death of it all. [shouting] I've had ENOUGH!
She takes a few moments breathing heavily in anger and walks off in a huff slamming her brom on the floor.
We see Elizabetha with a night elf upstairs praying, Louise stamps up the stairs and glares at them both.
Louise: And you can stop your gossiping too, you moldy old hags! 
 
Imoen runs up the stairs looking at Louise who storms off a Crusader runs after her, Aanson and Thepol are laughing and walk upstairs to meet Imoen.
Aanson: [imitating] I’ve had enough! 
Thepol and Aanson chuckle amounst each other.
Imoen: What in Uther’s name was all that about?
Thepol: It’s just lou being lou.
Imoen: That doesn’t sound anything like Louise to me.
Flashes back to the Louise skipping and humming to herself. Doing the sweeping.
Aanson: She’s just trying to fit in…she is acting alot like Emissary Magwitch…perhaps she’s trying to copy her?
Thepol: Bad one to copy.
Aanson: Aye! Aye!
Imoen: Regardless…she was preety angry…
Aanson: That’s women for ya-
Imoen: Excuse me! We aren’t all like that! She is proberly having a bad day that’s all.
Thepol: Nah, she’s always like this.
Imoen: Really…?
Thepol nods.
Suzanne comes up stairs.
Suzanne: She’s trouble all right…right then! Let’s grab a broom and clean this place up. The refectory is an absolute mess!
Pans to all the Crusaders sweeping up, Aanson has his little frilly apron on.
Aanson: Shame we have to stay single all our lives…I would pull all the chicks with this baby!
Suzanne: Oh be quiet fool and get cleaning!
Thepol: [sigh] This is stupid, were knights not maids.
Suzanne: We must keep this place clean! It shows we are not as messy as those dirty, night elves.
Imoen is sweeping and seems to be day dreaming, we pan back to old Lordaeron. 
Ryan and Imoen are walking past the bakery.
Ryan: Look, they have love heart cakes…
Imoen: Aww look and little cat cookies!
Ryan: Is that a tail poking out of one?
Imoen’s face changes, Ryan laughs and pokes her she laughs back and nudges him back.
Imoen: You ol block head! You really had me going then!
Ryan: [chuckles] this place smells odd…as if something has gone off.
Imoen: Perhaps it’s the cheese pasties they are doing here?
Ryan: Perhaps…hey is Wingleberts’s open now do you know?
Imoen: Let’s see…
She looks at the town hall clock.
Imoen: Well we have an hour left.
Ryan: [suggestively] What to do in the mean time…
Imoen: Oh I know just what to do…
Imoen grabs Ryan by the hand and they walk into a house the door closes and we flash back to Imoen sweeping the floor.
Aanson: Hey Carrot hair?! Stop your day dreaming! get back to work!
Aanson whacks Imoen on the head with his broom. 
Imoen: Ow! Hey what’s your problem!?
Suzanne: Why don’t YOU get back to work Aanson!?
Aanson grumbles to himself as he sweeps up, Thepol snickers and gives Aanson the thumbs up.
Imoen smiles to herself. 
Imoen: Hey…did umm…any of you ever have a…erm…lover…before you joined here?
Thepol: No.
Aanson: No.
Suzanne: No.
Imoen: Oh…
Suzanne: I take it you did.
Imoen: I did yes…
Aanson: Ooooh hot goss! Tell us more!
Imoen: Well…erm…there really isn’t much to say…
Thepol: Just tell us!
Imoen: Oh look at this spot over here…
Aanson: Come on carrot hair! Tell us your hot goss!
Suzanne: I don’t think that is any of your business to pry into her life Aanson and stop with those silly jokes, there not funny.
Aanson: Bah!
Thepol: I wanna know dammit!
Aanson: Aye! Aye!
Imoen: Well…alright…I knew a man called Ryan…and we….
Pans back to old Lordaeron…
They are back at the well.
Ryan: Imoen, your mum needs you at your house tonight…
Imoen: I know…I’m sure she can go without me for one more night.
Ryan: You know how she doesn’t like me being with you and how she disapproves..
Imoen: That’s because we stayed in bed together for a week.
Ryan smiles.
Imoen: I know…you are right…I’ll miss you.
Ryan: I will to, I’ll come see you tommrow.
Imoen: Alright.
Imoen goes to walk off but Ryan grabs Imoen’s arm.
Ryan: Wait, I…erm…well…
Imoen’s face changes, Ryan get’s on one knee.
Imoen: Oh light…
Ryan: I know im proberly rushing things…but we’ve been together for a year now and…well…Light im no good at this…I…I want to protect you Imoen, forever to be by your side forever…you give me a reason to live…
Imoen: No, you have loads of reasons to live…you are a baker and a good one if that, all the people in Andorhal have said you were a good baker-
Ryan: I know and forgive me Imoen, I am a greedy man but would you do me the honours…to be by my side for all time, to live with me…and to share our lives together? Imoen…will you marry me?
Imoen looks half stunned and half overjoyed, Ryan pulls out a ring from his pocket.
Imoen: It looks wonderfull! This must of cost you a fortune!
Ryan: It’s just a plain ring…my dear you deserve much more! I applogise…
Imoen: No, I know how poor you are my love…I do.
Ryan: You will?
Imoen nods her eyes filled with tears he puts the ring on her finger and leaps into her arms…fades back to present day.
Aanson: A…whole…week.
Thepol: I didn’t think she had it in her.
Suzanne: [emotionless] Touching story. Back to work. 
Aanson: You had nothing but sex for a week!? And there was me thinking you were one of them!
Imoen: Excuse me!?
Imoen goes bright red.
Imoen: Why did I even mention that…I thought you would at least see the romantic side of it…
Aanson: Romanie wha?
Imoen: [sigh] just forget about it and do some work.
Aanson: Hey theps…new nickname for her…rabbit eh? Eh?
Thepol gives a dirt smirk and nudges Aanson
Thepol: Hey that works...rabbits eats carrots...Carrot hair...rabbits...
They both burst out laughing.
Harsufeld: So…you have a child then Ma’am?
Imoen: No, my mother took me to some machine that would stop me having a child.
Harsufeld: A baby killing machine!?
Imoen: Well no…it’s not a child yet it’s just…a being.
Harsufeld: I see…
Imoen: I was a fool back then…I was lucky my mum knew that gnome…he owed her a few favors.
Aanson and Thepol laugh dirty amounst each other.
Imoen: Hey shut up!
Galdbeer runs in the refectory. 
Galdbeer: Sisters! Louise is hurt bad!
Suzanne puts down her broom and walks over to Galdbeer.
Suzanne: Where? And what happened?
Galdbeer: She was headbutting a wall…
Suzanne: [sigh] Right then…grab a wet cloth, I’ll heal what damage she had done to herself…as for the rest of you…GET TO WORK!
Suzanne walks upstairs Imoen, Thepol, Aanson and Harsufeld all start sweeping up.
We see Hejin and Clarizy outside the Cathedral.
Hejin: I am ready but the masters tell me to wait...
Clarizy: Yes dearest, this is most frustrating.
Hejin: Yes dear, this may take longer than I thought...however...they said if I plan this right, Imoen's death may be done by herself...if we play our cards right.
Clarizy: How?
Hejin: Come my dear, i'll tell you all in good time but for know let's report what happened today to our masters.
Clarizy looks over at Louise.
Clarziy: Yes dearest...
To be continued...