|Summary:||Katrin gets settled at Rockcliff. Dania and Hardwicke end up at the same place.|
|Date:||May 30, 2012|
|Related Logs:||Maybe something? Idk.|
|Rockcliff Inn — Terrick's Roost|
|The Rockcliff Inn is one of the better inns within the town and it shows with the well-lit interior and the relative cleanliness to the other locations in Terrick's Roost. The tables are polished with oils and the floor regularly swept. A set of booths towards a darker rear of the Inn's bottom floor, just beneath the staircase, are where whores generally socialize and eye prospects from when not waiting tables. Signs over the undersized bar area advertise prices for ales and wines as well as several different choices of food to be served at the small eating area by the bar or in the main open area in its comfortable seating. A door behind the bar leads to the kitchen and cellar while another near the staircase leads to a private room that would appear to be off-limits to the 'wait staff' except for food and drink service.|
|May 30, 289|
It's a new place for Katrin to sit and observe all types of people. She sits at a table with her Septa and maid, all three taking a late meal with the lady having a cup of tea in front of her. "You should not stay up too late, My Lady," her Septa encourages quietly. "It has been quite a long day of travel." The Haigh just nods. "Yes, Septa. Just a tad longer and then I shall retire for the night."
He's not as regular a sight at Rockcliff as he was as an unmarried man, but Hardwicke still does stop by on occasion for a drink after his duties are handled for the day. He drags in, looking in need of said drink, still in his Terrick livery as per usual. His gaze slides over the three ladies at one of the tables, briefly assessing of the clear mark of nobility Katrin has about her, before he moves first to the bar to order an ale for himself in a brief, familiar fashion.
Clean and smelling of soap Dania steps into the Inn. She is very tall for a woman and her hair has been primly bound up and she is thin, but sturdy. She is smiling brightly when she is greeted cheerfully by some of the colorful locals. "Mistress Dorsey, good to see you are back. How is your horse coming along?" One farmer asks her from where she is seated. "I am doing grand Master Corin, how is Mistress Corin coming she should be due in two months. Tell her I will stop by to call on her and check on her. Tell Agatha, that I am looking forward to seeing her again. Also tell her I found some of that flower she was looking for, for that pink dye bath she wanted to make." The man nods.
The appearance of Hardwicke makes Katrin look up and tilt her head curiously to the side, eying the man. It's quite possible that she recognizes him from the tourney. But she just has another sip of her tea and waits patiently, gaze continuously flickering from one person to the next.
Hardwicke is about to set down his coin for the ale, when one of the men at the bar claps him on the shoulder. "The champion paying for his own drink?" The Captain smiles very faintly at him, allowing him to cover the one drink, and glances back as Dania enters to her own recognition. His gaze sweeps over her briefly.
Dania moves away from the man and she notices Katrin and her envoy. A sunny cheerful smile is offered to her. "Milady, I hope you are well and you are enjoying your stay here?" Her tone is as cheerful as her smile. Hardwicke is also offered a smile of greeting. "Good Evening Captain." She calls out to him next.
It's hard to imagine that such a tall woman could get the jump on Katrin, especially as she's looking around but somehow, Dania has done it. The noblewoman startles a little as she looks up. "Oh, good evening," she greets. "I am sorry, I do not believe I caught your name earlier."
"Good evening, Mistress," Hardwicke says, eyeing Dania in that manner of partial recognition that hasn't quite stuck. He takes up his ale when it's pushed across the bar to him and sips it quietly as the two women converse.
"Mistress Dania Dorsey." The woman smiles brightly. "Lost in thought I would imagine or looking for something in particular. Captain, have you met the Lady here. I am sorry I have not gotten either of your names. But I recognize you Captain." She smiles at both of them. Then she goes to take a seat. At a different table that is not far from either of them. She looks tired for a moment. A server comes and brings her a mug of hot water. She promptly dumps a small satchel of herbs into it that she pulls from an large belt pouch she lets the herbs steep.
"Lady Katrin Haigh," she introduces of herself. "A pleasure, Mistress Dania," Katrin adds with a nod. Looking over in Hardwicke's direction, she muses aloud. "But everyone knows of Ser Hardwicke now, after his impressive performance at the tourney."
"Uh." Still unused to such attentions, even while he's enjoying the benefit of them in ale form, Hardwicke straightens up to offer Katrin a stiff inclination of his head. "My lady," he says gruffly. "I — thank you." Awkward.
"You are most welcome, and the pleasure is mine Milady." Dania's tone is now warm and polite that smile of hers is still in place. "The day has been lovely, if a little on the humid side." She looks at the Captain and then back to the Lady. "Have you been to the green or the keep milady?"
Katrin chuckles softly, "I had the distinct… pleasure of meeting your young squire, Ser Hardwicke. Quite an enthusiastic if unusual young man," she muses. "But I am certain that he does what he does in the hopes of best serving you." She looks aside to Dania and shakes her head. "Unfortunately not, Mistress," she replies. "I have only just arrived in the Roost and was confined to the Inn to rest through much of the afternoon. Though after my business is concluded tomorrow, I have hopes of seeing more of the town. Lord Justin encouraged that I ride out to the cliffs."
Hardwicke's expression slips into a scowl at the mention of his squire. "I hope he wasn't bothering you, my lady," he rumbles, irritation clearly directed at the absent Veris. "He's overeager."
"The cliffs are lovely and can take a person's breath away. Especially depending on the weather and the time of day that you go," Dania says softly those eyes of hers are bright with memory. She brings herself out of her musings. "You should have Lord Terrick take you on the outing Milady he knows the lay of the land very well."
"The Lords of the Roost are far too busy in rebuilding their home to worry over being a guide to me, Mistress," Katrin replies with a faint smile. "I am certain I can manage on my own, with the aid of a navigationally inclined guard." To Hardwicke, she just shakes her head. "Do not worry, Ser," she says. "He was a sweet boy and joined only after receiving an invitation from Lord Justin and Ser Martyn."
Hardwicke's frown lingers, still skeptical of Veris staying out of trouble, but he jerks his chin in a nod to Katrin. "As you say, my lady."
"It will Lord Justin Terrick's Nameday. I am more than certain, he would not mind." Another smile from Dania as she picks up her tea and takes a sip. "Call it good authority. He also has a bottle of elderflower wine." Another sip is taken. "Ser, what other sights can you suggest for Milady?"
"Mmm," Katrin muses softly. "I would not wish to impose on Lord Justin. He has been very kind to me, but perhaps he might be able to offer another who could be such a guide." She just smiles mildly.
"I'm sure if he doesn't have time, he can provide someone who does," Hardwicke says briskly. He balks a bit at the question. Sights? Um. "I'm fond of the coastline myself."
"The whole area has some lovely charms." Dania takes a few more sips of her tea and before she is even close to being done with it a letter arrives. She reads it and gets up. "I am sorry I need to attend a birth." With that said she is out the door.
Katrin inclines her head to Dania, "My thanks for your advice, Mistress," she offers before providing Hardwicke with a smile. "I am certain I will uncover some of the charms of the Roost while I am here."
"Mistress," Hardwicke offers Dania in gruff farewell before looking back to Katrin. "I — hope you find it to your liking while you're here, my lady."
"I believe I shall," Katrin replies with a nod. But she clears her throat and carefully rises to her feet. "It was a pleasure to have officially made your acquaintance, Ser Hardwicke, but I fear the hour has grown late and I must retire."
"Of course, my lady." Hardwicke tips his head in another quasi-bow and allows her to leave without fuss.