|A Request for Details|
|Summary:||Kell asks Einar questions relating to the return of Jascen|
|Related Logs:||In These Small Hours|
|Coastline, Terrick's Roost|
|The Cape of Eagles looms out over Ironman's Bay, a vast, blue ocean inlet, that spreads its watery depths out beyond the horizon. The path that leads down to this coast winds down behind the towers for several hundred meters before arriving at the rocky water's edge. Rather than sand, the coast is covered with innumerable smooth and rounded stones about palm-sized. They stretch up and down the coast in all directions with the battered remnants of driftwood scattered about. Above the beach, one every mile or two, are towers with a large bell and mallet atop them which are to be beaten to warn of an incoming invasion. A small dock is being constructed of thick northern timbers, with mooring space for two large ships, or perhaps a half dozen smaller craft.|
|Sat Oct 20, 289|
His daily archery practice done, Einar has decided that the weather is decent enough that he's going to take a stroll down by the coast. He grew up with the sound of waves crashing against cliffs and it's one of those things he's missed while they've been staying at Highfield. His crossbow still slung over his back and his quiver still strapped to his leg, he's taking the time to enjoy the quiet of the rocky shore, a nice change from the hustle and bustle of the keep these last few days.
Instead of appearing from the direction of the Roost, a lone figure can be seen leaving the Rocky Cove, head turned towards the coast. It is the Terrick Knight, Kell, who is currently in hardened leather for some protection and some comfort, the sword at his hip visible. His thoughts appear to be elsewhere at the moment, eyes staring out into the sea looking rather distant for the moment.
Einar does not immediately spot the knight, nor, once he has, does he immediately recognise him. There's a reasonable distance between them still, although that can not hide the fact that the man's stance is familiar. As he's walking in that direction anyway and not feeling any particular need for seclusion, the young Flint changes his footfall slightly to bring him on a more direct path to the other. "Good morning Ser," he offers when at a suitable range, the man before him now being recognisable, "watching the waves? I'd be careful, a man can get lost in them for hours."
It is only when Einar nears and offers greeting that Kell pulls his thoughts back from afar, his gaze turning to the Flint man who he recognizes as one of the two that had found the late Lord Jacsen and the guilty. "Good day, M'Lord." As for being lost in the waves for hours, the knight offers a thin smile before shrugging his shoulders, "That may be true, though it helps one focus on their thoughts at times." He then bows his head respectfully to Einar, "And thank you for finding and returning our Lord Jacsen to us, for being able to do something we were not able to." His words are one of earnest appreciation but there is also a taste of bitterness as well that the Terrick Knight tries to keep from his voice and expression, though the bitterness is not meant for the Flint.
"We were just in the right place at the right time," Einar answer almost philosophically, "if the man hadn't gone to the riverbank himself then we'd have never had call to look there." He's not sure how far the exact details have spread around the keep, but he figures that Kell will ask if he wants clarification on anything. "I don't know if it helps you or not Ser, but even though I'm no expert, it seemed apparent that he'd been there awhile. I doubt that even if you had found him when you rode out that way, that the outcome would be any the different." He turns slightly so he's also facing the water, "you House has suffered much this last year, I am just glad we were able to do something, even if it was not as hoped."
Now it is Kell who is trying to decide if he would ask or not, at the crossroads of that decision in his mind. For the time being though, the knight nods his head in agreement with Einar's observation, "Yes, this House has gone through quite a bit of hardship. But the blood is strong and resilient, as is the Lady Anais. House Terrick will endure." The sworn's voice grows quiet before he finally decides to inquire, "M'Lord, can you tell me where the the kidnappers were hiding out?" The answer may only pain him but he has to know.
Einar nods silently to that, he's seen first hand the strengths of the lady and he figures he can about say the same for Justin. THe new line, them he's less sure on, but that's an internal matter and certainly not something for him to question or interfer in. "I hope so Ser," is his honest and frank reply, "and I hope that good relations continue between us." As for the direct quesiton posed, he has to stop and think on that a moment before answering openly, "not really I am afraid. The man, he rode in along the road but from where I do not know, although I am sure that Lord Justin will be finding out. He then joined the woman in the manor itself. They claim to have been part of Lady Lucienne's staff but I am afraid I can not say my self if that is the case or not."
The relationship between House Terrick and House Flint is not something Kell is privy of so the best he could offer is a nod in that matter. As for the description of the possible perpetrators, the Terrick Knight's brows furrow slowly, at the thought that they may have had the guilty in their hands and let them go, if what the man's claim is true. "Where did you find Lord Jacsen?" Still trying to find out where the Lord was being held hostage.
Einar glances sideways to Kell a moment considering how much detail he should go into. Justin hadn't said he needed anything keeping under wraps though so he figures he'll just leave out any graphic descriptions. "In the river, close-by the manor. After checking the tree where I believe you found the ransom note, the man went there and poked around briefly before heading inside. We took a look after dark and found him there, weighed down by a large rock. As I said though, it had been some time by our reckoning, and there had certainly been no movement there in the time we were watching." And given that that had been several days, he himself is inclined to believe that Jascen was never actually held anywhere.
Kell now has a look of disbelief when it is shared that Lord Jacsen was actually by the Middlemarch Manor, as he had searched the area himself. Lips thin and expression tightening a bit, the Terrick Knight seems to be at odds with himself in thought. With a brief glance directed to the sea, he turns his attention back to Einar and bows his head, "Thank you Lord Flint, for your answers and your assistance. House Terrick, I am sure, is most grateful for your help in this matter."
Einar leaves the knight to his thoughts and watches the sea instead. While he might not know exactly what is going through Kell's mind, he understands enough that he'll let him rejoin the conversation in his own time. When the time comes he turns back to the older man and simply nods once, "Thank you Ser. I just pray that next time we are out this way it will be under happier circumstances."
With the questions that has been on his mind since the return of Lord Jacsen asked, Kell grows quiet once more before deciding that it may be best to excuse himself as his presence is not the best of company at this time. "I should excuse myself, M'Lord, I have some… duties to attend to. Again, thank you." With a final bow of his head, the Terrick Knight turns and appears to be heading for the worn path that leads back to the Four Eagles Keep.