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Revenge of the Slavers
Summary: Rumors about an attack prompt Nathaniel to visit the sept to investigate for Ser Justin.
Date: 08/Oct/2012
Related Logs: Slavers, Crime, Terrick business in general
Kain Nathaniel 
Sept of the Seven
The Sept of Terrick's Roost was never a grand spectacle, but has been hit especially hard by the occupation. Recent repairs have made the sept usable, if in less glamorous fashion: the broken roof has been replaced with thatch, the broken statues with cruder clay representations, the smashed windows boarded up. The few surviving pews have been supplemented with simpler seating. On the floor is lain out with a bright seven-pointed star in representation of the Gods, defaced by hammer and chisel and not yet restored.
Mon Oct 08, 289

Nathaniel climbs the low steps to the door of the sept and then hesitates before it for a moment, uncertain about whether he should enter or wait for someone to come to the door. While he considers his options, he nervously checks his hooded cloak to be sure that it is secure.

Ever since getting shoved back into his room by the grumpy and sometimes overbearing healer, Kain has been more or less clawing at the walls. So he does one of the few things he knows how to do to pass the time. And that's whittle. The knife he keeps under his mattress finds good use in this case, and the block of wood he requested was easily found. So, having now been shut into his own quarters, that's about all he can do for the moment.

After Nathaniel has waited for a few anxious minutes, a junior septon comes to the door to speak with him. The cleric learns that Nathaniel has come on behalf of Ser Jusin Terrick to ask about the rumors already swirling around the town, and the patient already here for a healer's care. After that cleric leaves, and Nathaniel waits again anxiously. A second older setpon arrives and escorts the young courier to the room where Kain is recovering, which is probably next door to that of the healer who is treating him. Nathaniel knocks on the door before opening it cautiously. "Master Kain?" he questions. Then he looks to his right and whispers. "You said that he was awake?"

"I am." states Kain, not as of yet looking away from his wake. He's bandaged heavily on his left shoulder and left hip for the time being, sitting up at a slight angle, a pillow under his back to give him support. Pausing in his work, he glances over. "Master … Corbitt?" he guesses at. "The courier, yes?" He sounds slightly surprised to see him.

The visitor enters the room and bows to the man in the bed. "It is, master," Nathaniel answers reverently. "You give me a great honor by remembering me after such a short meeting and so long ago." He pauses, eyeing the man closely, taking note of the bandages, and even the wood that the man is transforming into something. "We have heard … rumors," he explains. "News of some conflict in the square. Surely Ser Justin should receive this news from more … credible sources than the rumormongers."

"I'd like to think that I'm good with faces." Kain replies quietly, rubbing his thumb along the edge of whatever it is that he happens to be making. Such a rough shape, hardly looks like anything at all just yet. "So you work for Ser Justin now?" he asks, then nodding. "Good. Ser Justin is a decent man. I had assumed he'd come here himself at some point, but with all that's going on, I can't say I blame him." Swallowing, he takes in a breath. "First off all I should say that the men that attacked, of which there were three, came for me and my father. They …" he has to take in a sigh, at that moment, "..succeeded in murdering my father. I was able to fight them off until it spilled into the street."

Nathaniel listens attentively while the hunter speaks, smiling momentarily when the man praises Justin, but then frowning even more at the news that the three assailants succeeded in one murder. "I am deeply sorry for you, master," he offers when the man has paused. "Where are the men now?" he questions, knowing well that Justin will want a full account. "And why did these men come against you and your father?" He bites his bottom lip, and adds quickly. "If you would prefer, I will urge Ser Justin to come and ask you these things directly."

Kain just nods at that. "There will be time to greive. Even now, I do. Because I can't do anything to help stop those who did this. As for the three; one is dead by my hand, another escaped, and the third was taken into custody, most likely awaiting being questioned by Ser Justin himself." Brushing off some curls of shorn woods off, he sets the unevenly shaped block next to him. "He'll find out, but if it's all the same I don't want to let out too many details without directly speaking to him. Enough people know what's happened, and I'm trying to limit that. They came after us because we knew too much from a long time ago. It deals with slavers, Master Corbitt. That's all I'm willing to say for the time being."

Nathaniel bows again. "It is enough, master," he assures in a quiet, solemn tone. "Is the deputy, Master Trevelyan, aware of this incident? Is he guarding the prisoner?" He looks at the carving, which still looks quite unfinished to him. "Only Ser Justin will know what you tell me here and now, unless others know it for themselves."

"I …. don't know." Kain admits with a shrug of his good shoulder. "I've been here the entire time and I've heard little of what's happened in the past day. If he knows or is guarding the prisoner, it's news to me. But I would hope so. I don't know if he'll talk or not, but if he's smart, he will." Another nod. "Good. Well, know that it was the work of slavers. That traffic child slaves. A very nasty business. My father and I, along with other put a very large dent in their operations ten years ago when I lived in Seaguard. This attack … it confirms my fear that they would be back."

"I will not disturb you further, master," Nathaniel assures. "However, when I heard of the rumors, I knew that Ser Justin would want reliable word of the situation. So I came. If I can be of any service to you, please ask the septon to call for me at the tower. For now, I must return there to give him my report."

"I won't keep you, then." Kain notes. "Just let him know that I will tell him everything he needs to know. And that I would like to be there when that man is interrogated, if at all possible." That said, he picks up his block of wood and knife again. "Thank you for coming. And I'll keep that in mind if I need to deliver any messages."

Nathaniel backs to the door, and concludes, "Very well, master. I hope that your healing will be swift." He bows once more, and then steps into the hallway so that she septon can close the door again.