|Summary:||It seems nobles and commoners alike are trying to avoid the power-keg that is Four Eagle's Tower|
|Related Logs:||Vague references here and there, but nothing specific|
|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, tournaments, 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.|
|Mon Feb 18, 290|
The town below the keep has had a quiet day. Some of the more adventurous folk are still making their way back from the festivities at Stonebridge and the town has an almost relaxed atmosphere. Until anyone looks towards the tower that is, on that score there's still very much a sense of baited breath. Having found ways to keep himself busy that don't involve being around potentially volatile nobles, Mortimer is just reaching the end of his last walk around town for the day and is starting to think on the prospect of heading home as he pauses next to the archery butts, still it seems checking the fletchings of anyone he finds shooting there.
One that did not go to the festivities at Stonebridge would be Martyn. For those that's been paying attention to such, he got himself room at the Inn instead of at the keep at the moment. But right now he's sitting on the green, looking off into the distance, out towards the sea. He's humming a little to himself, but otherwise not doing much at the moment.
Mortimer didn't go either, instead choosing to pack his son off to stay with family while he and his wife had a quiet weekend in. Fortunately, nothing major happened to disrupt that and he's looking a bit more refreshed for it. Thats not to say he's looking too comfortable being this close to the tower right this instant, but since the only noble he can see is one he doesn't have pegged as particularly likely to get angry and start yelling he figures he can't be doing too badly. Once he's satisfied that the fletching he is looking for is not present he turns back towards town, offering Martyn a respectful nod and a "m'Lord" as he passes.
Martyn blinks for a few moments as he hears that, looking around to see if there's any lords or such that has made their way out here. "Huh? Oh… Master Trevelyan," he offers. "How are you today?"
Mortimer halts his progress as Martyn replies with a question, and turns to face the Mallister properly. "Well enough thank you m'Lord. Yourself? I trust the hospitality at the Rockcliff is up to standard?" Not that it'll match the keep mind, but he figures if Martyn has chosen to take a room there then he has a reason. He can even take a stab at guessing what it is.
"Well enough," Martyn replies after a few moments of consideration. "And it's just fine, thank you. Just enough for my use, really." A brief pause as he looks around now.
Mortimer almost falls into the trap of enquiring if Martyn is sure, given teh length of time it took for the answer, but thankfully his brain catches up with his instincts in time and he offers a brief nod instead. The Rockcliff on the other hand is a much safer topic of conversation so he dwells on that instead. "That is good to hear m'Lord, I have heard good things about the latest kegs Mistress Huntington delivered. I am glad that there are other around than us locals to appreciate her work." He pauses there for a moment, silently debating if he should ask his next question or not. After a moment or two though he goes for it and asks, "How is your Lady Cousin m'Lord? I've not seen her around since the news broke of her betrothal."
Martyn smiles a little at the mention of the Rockcliff and the kegs. "You know, the place holds both good and bad memories for me," he offers, after a few moments, before he pauses for a few moments at the question about his Lady Cousin, and the betrothal, and he looks around for a few moments, as if trying to hide the grimace on his face. "I don't know. I haven't seen her since the news broke either."
Mortimer notes both the smile and the grimace and alters conversational topics accordingly, returning Martyn's comment about Nedra with simply a nod in acknowledgement. Then it's back to the Rockcliff, "I think the same can be said for most of us m'Lord," he says with a faint smile, "it's seen it's share of good days and bad ones. If buildings could talk it'd have it's fair share of stories to tell."
Martyn nods, unable to hold back a bit of a smile. "True," he replies, after a few brief moments of pause now. "Speaking of my cousins, have you seen Ser Kamron around lately? I've got something I need to speak with him about at some point." Glancing around again for a few moments now.
Mortimer has to think about that one a moment then shakes his head. "I'm sorry m'Lord, not since the news broke." He feels confident enough to speculate upon the other Mallister knight's likely whereabouts though. "I haven't had much need to be about the keep since, but with Lady Saffron's condition he is likely spending his time seeing to her needs. He was when I saw him last." During the yelling match between Saffron and Anais in the courtyard that is. "I'm sure someone there could tell you where to find him."
Another brief nod from Martyn as he hears that, letting out a bit of a sigh. "I may have to do that at some point," he replies, glancing around again for a few moments. "And I see you and your group made it safely home from the wedding at Broadmoor," he offers, finally.
Mortimer silently digests the implication that Martyn is avoiding the tower in general, not just declining to stay there then offers a matter-of-fact "If I happen to see him m'Lord I'll let him know you were wanting to speak. Or of course, if you see Master Corbitt at the Inn then he does regular message runs up to the tower and could take a note for you from the inn." The comment about Broadmoor then produces a faint grimace on his part before he nods once, "Aye, safe and well thank the Gods. Lady Faline insisted on a short stop in Heronhurst, but it did not delay us over long and the roads were quiet."
Martyn nods a little bit as he hears that, shrugging a little bit. "I must admit I was surprised when I ran into you there," he offers, before he adds, "Had far worse surprises these last few years, though." Nodding a bit at the mention of a stop in Heronhurst. "A lovely place, Heronhurst," he remarks.
"I was surprised to be there as well m'Lord," Mortimer replies, doing his best to banish the aforementioned grimace from his face as he does so, "It was one of those last minute things." He can't immediately remember if he told Martyn the exact reasons when they spoke there but then decides that it's actually neither important nor interesting this far after the events in question. As for Heronhurst itself he simply shrugs "I'm afraid I didn't see much of it. Spent my time there either keeping an eye on Lady Faline or speaking briefly with Mistress Dorsey. Master Corbitt tells me similarly though."
Martyn smiles. "I tend to spend quite a bit of time in Heronhurst these days. After my sister moved there, I try to visit every now and then." A brief pause as he looks around again for a few moments. "How's the family?" Not keeping at one subject for long today, it seems.
"Lady Muirenn, of course," Mortimer replies with an understanding nod, "my apologies m'Lord, I had quite forgotten." That being one wedding he hadn't been conscripted into attending. At the enquiry about his own family he can't stop himself from smiling back. "Well. Thank you m'Lord. Jerold," his son that is, not the former Lord of the Roost, "spent the weekend with his cousins. He's the youngest by a few years so they spoil him rotten. Came home this afternoon with a grin as wide as the Rill and hasn't stopped talking about what he got up to yet."
"Those things happen, Master Trevelyan," Martyn offers, with a bit of a smile, a smile that widens as he hears the part about the son. "That sounds quite nice," he remarks, unable to hold back a chuckle now.
"It is m'Lord, it is," Mortimer confirms, his own smile also broadening, "just so long as he wears himself out doing so or I fear we'll not be getting any sleep tonight." He glances to the trees a moment then shrugs, "if there was more of a wind I might consider bringing him up here to run some of his energy off with the kite that Lady Nedra gave him. I think tonight though that it'd not take off," and the last thing he wants is tired and upset small child. That does not end well.
Martyn chuckles, as he hears that, nodding a little as he gets back to his feet now. "True. They usually wear themselves out after a little while, don't they?" A brief pause, and a sigh. "I should head back down to the Inn and get some food and some rest. It was good to see you again." Offering a bit of a smile now, waiting a few moments longer, before he starts heading off.