|The Carefree Lord|
|Summary:||Lord Keenan Terrick arrives in the Roost|
|Related Logs:||References to general Roost goings on but nothing specific|
|Town Square, Terrick's Roost|
|The town square of Terrick's Roost was once considered well-kept. The stone streets run right up to the building fronts around the edge and the locals have kept the spaces between free of grass and weeds that might otherwise sprung up between them, although dark streaks of stubborn soot have crawled in between the stones. There are several homes and shops located here which show the scars and cinders of the sacking of the town at Ironborn hands. The ruin of the town's Sept can also be seen from here with its ornate stone front rising above the surrounding structures just down the cobblestone road.|
|Fri Nov 16, 289|
Lord Keenan Terrick had recently arrived in the vessel 'Crimson Keel' his own Cog with about thirty men two of whom were acting as bodyguards more or less for the slight and eccentric Terrick. He is well dressed and looks out of place in these poor lands. It is about mid afternoon and he is striding through the town as if he owns it - which is not far from being true at the moment.
Mortimer is still out an about in town asking the same questions over and over again in the hope of finding someone who saw something. Anything really. Finishing up a conversation with one of the local drovers he wishes the man a good day and gets a good luck in return before the man turns and walks towards the Inn. From the deputy's expression it's probably a fair bet that he learnt nothing of use. Sighing once and rubbing his temples a moment he starts to move through the crowds towards the marketplace once more, maybe there's a merchant he missed last time. He's partway there when the unfamiliar noble is spotted. He'd heard from some of the fishermen about a ship off the coast, but he'd not had the time to go take a look for himself. As the other approaches he offers a polite nod in greeting, wondering for a moment just who he is and what he might be doing in town.
Keenan is not aware of the goings on in the Roost as of yet viz the missing girl and nods a polite greeting to Mortimer - also not aware of who the man is. Serendipitously one of the sailors Keenan is with refers to the little lord by name within earshot of the Deputy Sherriff - recognisable as another of Bolland's prolific brood. Lord Keenan talks to his associate quietly.
Mixed is probably the best way to describe Mortimer's interactions with the new Terricks so far and would have to admit to being almost tempted to just walk on by. Temptation does not get the better of him though and after a moment to take a deep breath he starts with a polite and deferential, "Good afternoon Lord Keenan, welcome to the Roost."
Lord Keenan looks up from his conversation, "It had best be fucking done…" is the last bit that he catches of the slight nobles conversation with his underling. When approached by Mortimer he bows, "And whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?"
"Mortimer Trevelyan m'Lord, Deputy Sheriff," comes the reply, "I work for your Lord cousin Ser Justin." Noting that the newly arrived lord is heading away from the keep he figures that he has probably already met with some of his family so doesn't direct him that way, instead he simply asks, "Can I assist you in anyway?"
"Oh no just checking out the town, seeing the sights. Have you seen my ship yet Master Trevelyan? A marvellous vessel - the 'Crimson keel' named for my father." In order to mock him rather than praise him Keenan might have added - best not mention that to Lord Ser Bolland though.
"I have not m'Lord, been kept busy on other matters," Mortimer admits with a brief shake of his head, "although I imagine before t'day is out that most of the lads will have been down to the beach to have a look." Ships anchored this close are not that common after all and word has already spread almost like wildfire. "I trust the passage across the bay was quiet?" he asks, hoping that the Ironborn are still recovering from their ill-advised war and not threatening the shipping again.
"Quiet as a whisper - no Ironborn I think is what you are asking. In any event we could outrun them on my vessel." Lord Keenan cants his head, "Say there is one thing you could do - if you can spare a moment - fill me in on what is happening in the Roost at the moment. What has you so preoccupied? I have missed the latest news."
Mortimer nods to that, it's hardly conclusive evidence but it's a good start at least. As for what has him pre-occupied, then gets a less happy reaction, "there's a maid missing these past two days m'Lord. We've spent the best part of the day trying to put together her movements." There’s a pause as he looks the lord up and down a moment then adds, "and the Lord Sheriff is still hunting those responsible for the murder of the Young Lord Jascen."
"A missing maid? Well we'd best find her before she is no longer a maid I suppose," Keenan grins - not at all concerned it seems. If it didn't involve coin. Jacsen’s murder peaks his interest though, "I thought I heard you were questioning some people in relation to my cousin's murder?"
Mortimer seem less amused by Keenan's jest than the lord is, or indeed, not at all impressed. "She's just a child m'Lord but aye, we're doing what we can," he answers neutrally before quickly moving on to the other investigation. "We have two in the dungeons below the keep aye, but it is not yet clear if there are any others involved and your Lord Cousin is engaged in finding out." For now at least.
"Yes suffer the little children," Keenan yawns. "I shall have to meet with my cousin when he has a spare moment. Get to know the rest of my extended family." Keenan inspects his nails. "These men you captured - what are they? Bandits?"
Mortimer doesn't even dignify Keenan's initial comment with a response, although when he next speaks there's a marked lack of cheerfulness in his tone. "Servants m'Lord, from Middlewood itself, but if you'll excuse me I fear I have wasted enough of your time." Giving a brief nod, one that is certainly not as deep as the one at the start of the conversation, he then takes his leave before he does or says something he'll regret later. "Good day m'Lord."
"Indeed - I am a very busy man," Keenan says eyeing the retreating Deputy Sherriff with infuriating poise. He nods a goodbye and lets Mortimer get back to work. Apparently either disinterested or unaware of the tension in the retainer.