|A New Direction|
|Summary:||Ciaran discusses possible new directions with Mortimer|
|Related Logs:||Currently unposed one from last night|
|The Green, Terrick's Roost|
|The Green is a large field of deep green grass, nearly flat, that runs along the base of the towers. The road into town runs along the far edge, hemming it in neatly to a confined area where beyond a line of trees serves as a subtle windbreak. This area is most often used for drilling or practice for the guards but also serves as home for festivals, tournements, and another other gathering that might require the space for a large number of the local residents. A well-trodden path winds around the side of the wall and moves towards the coastline. Another heads southwest, toward Kingsgrove.|
|Sun Nov 25, 289|
After a rather eventful day so far Ciaran finds himself coming into the green. On his way to the tower most likely. The day going into the late afternoon, early evening. Ciaran keeping his eyes to the sky.
Mortimer has had a busy morning and early afternoon, but for now he seems to be taking an opportunity to stay in the same place for more that a couple of minutes. He's a little way off from the archery butts, keeping half an eye on the half-score of sailors there practicing along side a few of the garrison and smallfolk.
Ciaran is moving along without paying much attention at first. Though the sounds of practicing men does make him glance over. Spotting the deputy makes him offer the man a smile and a nod. "Deputy." He offers as he passes the man.
Even Mortimer, who no one would mistake for an archer, has to wince at the shots of some of the sailors, even if they have only been practicing for a couple of days now. At the hail he turns towards the road and nods to Ciaran, "Master Fullbringer, good day."
Ciaran studies the sailors archery and grins, not that he can do much better. "I hope all is well?" He offers. Moving a bit towards the man. Uneasy about some of the recent rumours perhaps. "If I can help with anything, do ask. I am not really that good of a healer, but I might be able to help a bit regarding herbs at the very least."
Mortimer notes the glance towards the butts and mimics the grin, "bad aren't they, but still, they're trying and I;ve got to give them that." At the talk of aid he listens silently then ponders a moment, "Mistress Dorsey is currently at the sept, or was when I left her last. I'm not sure how her condition is processing but if you're wanting to lend a hand then that is where to head." A thought occurs to him then and he asks, "don't suppose though, you happen to know who shoots with two black chevrons on their cock-feathers do you? Could do with a quick word with whomever it might be."
Ciaran keeps his grin and nods, "They are. Though I'm not sure if I am much better." He says and shrugs. Nodding then, about the mistress. "I see, I will go there and see what I can do. I think it would mostly to give her any herbs that might still her a bit to help the maesters to heal her." He suggests. Not sure of the state that she is in. Though as Mortimer goes on he is guessing that there might be something he can do at least. "Unfortunately not. Though I can find out, I think." He suggests. "I'm just a nobody and not really someone people know a lot about. I've been seen with lords and indentured alike. Think I might be able to get information." Not mentioning the fact that he can make use of disguises as well. "If you want me to that is."
"I'm keeping an eye on the butts, see if they show up," Mortimer explains with a quick nod towards where the archers are practicing. "I won't ask you to go out on a limb for it, but if you do happen to spot the fletcing I'd appreciate if you passed the word." Glancing to the butts once more he shrugs, "I doubt I'm much better either at the moment, give it a few more days though and I should probably join them. It's something I've been neglecting for a while now."
Ciaran his still decent as a marksman, perhaps from training on killing. Though he never did become too good at it. As for keeping his eyes open, he nods. "Will do. And I am sure you are better with the bow than you are telling me." He says with a bit of a grin before shrugging. Watching the practicing sailors for a moment as well.
Mortimer smiles amusedly and shakes his head a little, "Me? No, it's no secret around the keep that I never really mastered the bow. Took years for the Lord Revyn, Seven rest his soul, to believe that I was never going to get any better at it. Fortunately I never had to use it much."
Ciaran chuckles. "I see. Well perhaps we should have a beginner's duel in archery some time then." He says. Perhaps teasing the man a bit. "What is it you might be up to out here, other than watching the sailors train with the bow, if I might ask?"
"Watching to see if my mystery archer shows up," Mortimer answers easily enough. "I'm supposed to be taking it easy for a few days so I figured I'd let some of the lads chase round after things for the day." It also means, that if there any development on this missing children case then he can be found quickly.
Ciaran listens and nods. "I will keep my eyes upon for any archers or some such as well." He offers. Though he tilts his head then. "You know who's in charge of the inn at the moment? I thought of speaking a bit with the Terricks If perhaps I could convince them to let me run it." Not that he knows how, but he can learn. What he does have is the ability to gather information. Which could be good as well. Though that might be something discussed with the Terricks and not the deputy.
Mortimer >nods his thanks then pauses to think about the question a moment, "the old barman has been keeping it ticking over since the invasion I think, although recall him saying he didn't the job perminantly. If you fancy a punt at it then aye, you'd probably want to have a word up at the tower about it. Lady Anais might be your best bet, but she's awful busy, so start with ho ever you can find I'd say."
Ciaran nods to the man's words, "Thank you. I will do so then. I am sure that I ca nget a hold of someone. I know a scribe at the tower." He explains with a smile. "Perhaps I should start heading there to see about it soon." He says with a shrug as his eyes goes to the tower and then back to the deputy. "Thanks again, deputy." Not leaving yet though.
"Good place to start," Mortimer replies at the mention the scribe, "they'll know when and where to catch them at their best." Them being the Terricks of course. "Better to try sooner than later, never know when someone else might decide it's for them. Good luck though, best it goes to a local."
Ciaran nods, "Thanks and indeed it is. I will do what I can. Be well." He offers and bows. Starting to head away now. Towards the tower he goes.