|A Pleasure to Meet You|
|Summary:||Robben and Einar meet for the first time|
|Related Logs:||None specifically|
|Courtyard, Tanglewood Manor|
|The courtyard opens up into a barren expanse of well-trodden, hard-packed dirt underfoot. Surrounded on three sides by the looming structure of the Keep, and on the fourth by the outer wall and gatehouse, the courtyard benefits from both sunlight and shade at most hours of the day, illuminated in the evening by well-placed lanterns. Through the western wall, an arching, covered walkway leads to the paddock and stables beyond, by way of the Lord's kennels and hawking mews, while the opposite building houses the Keep's barracks and armory. The main building looms tallest, dominating the area with it's weighty double-doors - easily twice the height of a man - at the pinnacle of a clean-swept set of steps.|
|Tue Oct 23, 289|
Mid-afternoon finds Robben stepping out from the keep itself, moving down the steps and into the courtyard. Looking around for a few moments as he starts in the general direction of the Mews, a bit slowly.
Einar having only arrived back at Highfield yesterday, after almost two weeks away at the Roost, Einar is still very much re-exploring. It still seems strange that so much can change in so little time. Strolling back through the gate house once more he's lacking his crossbow, having been down to the training grounds to practice much earlier in the day. His sword his at his hip though and his stride takes him in the direction of the keep.
Robben pauses for a few moments as he sees Einar, turning to offer the man a bit of a nod now. Studying him a bit carefully, since he's not sure if they've met before or not.
Einar continues his progress towards the steps, offering Robben a nod in return, followed by a conversational, "Good afternoon, I hope the day finds you well?" He's not sure he recognises the man, so leaves out any formal title such as master, or ser, not wanting to get it wrong and cause undoubted embarrassment on both sides.
"Well enough," Robben offers in return, giving the other man a bit of a smile. "I'm not sure if we've met? I'm Lord Robben Ashwood, Lord Aleister's youngest brother."
"I am honestly not sure if we have," Einar admits after a moment's thought, "a pleasure to meet you either way Lord Robben. I'm Einar Flint, cousin to our Young Lord Anders who is a long term friend of you brother." And who's wife is currently lying heavily pregnant in a room upstairs of course, but he doesn't feel that everything needs mentioning at once.
Robben nods as he hears that, "I have met your cousin, Lord Einar. He seems to be a good man." A brief pause, before he offers a bit of a grin. "A pleasure to meet you." Glancing around the courtyard for a few moments. "It's nice to see some visitors here. Especially those I haven't met yet."
"He is," Einar replies with a smile, "and so seems your brother, for putting us up here for this time." At the mention of new visitors he glances briefly to the stables before commenting, "we rode with a small party belonging to House Terrick, they were planning on staying for a few days and are no doubt engaged in meeting as we speak. If you like meeting people though, they're worth looking out for."
Robben nods a little bit as he hears that, "A small party from House Terrick? Any idea about why they would make their way here?" Sounding a bit curious as he asks the question, before he offers a bit of a smile as well. "I will look for them at some point."
"I believe that Lady Anais mentioned it was something to do with ensuring the agreement between your house and theirs is still firm. What with the upheavals at both ends." Not that Einar is going to venture an opinion on either of those changes, or at least not to someone he's only just met.
"Well, that makes sense, them wanting to check up on that," Robben offers, with a bit of a smile, before he nods again as he looks around the courtyard once more. "Upheavals at both ends? What's happened with the Terricks, then?" he asks, after another brief pause.
Einar pauses for a moment at that question, tilting his head slightly. He's surprised that news hasn't spread like wildfire all things considered. "A little over a week ago," he starts, being careful with how he phrases this, "Lord Jerold stood down as head of the house in favour of his newly returned brother, Lord Bolland." Simple enough you might think. "In doing so though he passed over his two remaining sons, The former Young Lord Jascen and his Lord Sheriff, Ser Justin. Now though, it gets more complicated. At some point, shortly before this decision was made, Lord Jascen was kidnapped by bandits. He has since been found dead, although if that was before or after his father stepped down has not been established to my knowledge." A quick glance, just to make sure she's not around before he adds, "the Lady Anais is, you should know, the Lord Jascen's widow. So if you should speak to her during her visit, be at least wary of that."
Robben says, ":nods a little bit as he hears that, "I see. Sounds like both the Terricks and us would be interested in knowing how things stand, then." A brief pause at the mention of Jacsen's fate. "I never met the man, but from what I heard, he was an intelligent and good man," he offers, nodding to the part about Anais. "Thank you for letting me know this, Lord Einar.""
Robben nods a little bit as he hears that, "I see. Sounds like both the Terricks and us would be interested in knowing how things stand, then." A brief pause at the mention of Jacsen's fate. "I never met the man, but from what I heard, he was an intelligent and good man," he offers, nodding to the part about Anais. "Thank you for letting me know this, Lord Einar."
"The Lady has been though enough recently," Einar offers with a faint nod of acknowledgement. "The last thing she needs is for someone to say something unknowingly as it were." As for Jascen, the young Flint doesn't comment, he'd heard some of the rumours flying round the Roost and feels no need at all to spread tehm further.
"I can understand that," Robben offers with a bit of a nod. "How does it seem she's dealing with the loss?" A brief moment of pause, before he adds, "It can't be easy, such a thing."
Einar takes a moment or two to think about that question, mulling over in his mind his past few conversations. "As well as can be hoped I think," he answers eventually. "It seems at the opportunity to keep busy is useful, and possibly why she has made the trip despite events."
Robben nods a little bit as he hears that. "Despite events, or maybe because of the events?" It doesn't seem he expects any answer to that one, as he continues. "But it will certainly be good to encounter that group, I believe."
Einar doesn't comment on that first query, partially because it seems Robben has moved on and partially because he's not entirely sure he has understood exactly what the other man was meaning. "Along with the party the Lady brought her good-cousin, Lord Lothar and the Roost's master of the hunt, a man who goes by Kain." And of course, the usual array of maids and guards, "I am sure they will be more than happy to pass the time with you if they can spare it."
Robben nods a little bit as he hears that. "I will be looking forward to that," he offers, with a bit of a smile now.