|We will Endure|
|Summary:||Two Terrick loyalists discuss and reassure|
|Related Logs:||Not related to per say, but follows immediately after Getting off on the Wrong Foot. Terrick business in general|
|Courtyard, Terrick's Roost|
|The Courtyard of Four Eagles Tower is floored with a fine grey stone that match the color and tone of the interior structure of the castle's yard. Plants have been potted and placed around the entrances to add some color, the greenery accompanied by several trellises of flowers that climb the support columns. The most prominent structure in the area is the set of large slab steps that lead up to the great oak doors of the Great Hall. Several hallways and accesses lead off into different sections of Four Eagles which makes this the hub of noble activity when court is not being held.|
|Mon Oct 08, 289|
With the Lady Gaelena, her maid, and the armsman who's escorting them out of the courtyard and through the portcullis, Mortimer turns and starts to make once more for the steps to the hall. He's part way up when Kell appears and as he makes the top he gives the man a respectful nod in greeting. "Good afternoon Ser, I am glad to see you returned whole and well to us." He knows that some were starting to fret a little after all.
Luckily for Kell, he doesn't have to search the Roost to locate Mortimer, which saves his sore body some unnecessary exercise, having too much the past few days while he was away from home. Giving a similar respectful nod in return, the Terrick Knight with a slight sigh of relief, "Thank you, Master Trevelyan, it had been a couple of long, weary days. Without success." Which only made them seem longer and more draining. "I was seeking you out actually, for I wanted to offer my apologies… for my actions that night at Middlemarch. I was not right of mind that night, with what I had discovered from speaking with the stablehand in the stables."
Mortimer draws himself to a halt as Kell mentions that he would like a word, although his expression does drop a little when the words 'without success' are used. He hears the knight out though before answering in what he hopes is a reassuring manner. "I shouldn't worry yourself about it Ser. There was no harm done 'cept perhaps to the lad's nerves. Had it been otherwise I'd have objected more strongly at the time." He certainly wouldn't have left the room to calm the maid down had he felt the boy's life was in danger.
"We were too late… the tracks were too mashed up with others or worn away to make sense of anything." Kell says with a shake of his head and sigh of resignation as he was able to produce no leads from his searches of Middlemarch. At least they found Lucienne… which wasn't exactly that great of a prize in her apparent state. He does ask though, "What has transpired while I was away, Master Trevelyan?" He asks, perhaps a little more cautiously as he isn't sure if he would like the answer. Maybe Lady Anais erupted, or Lord Jerold took the news in a very bad manner, or with the men having been gone for a few days, bandits ran rampant near home.
Mortimer nods slowly, having feared as much. Not being a master tracker by any regards though, he had held out some hope that others might have been able to make sense of it. "I can not claim that you have missed a vast amount Ser. A few instances of breaches of the peace while we were away, but I think we're on top of those now. Lord Justin is I believe meeting with Lord Jerold shortly to discuss what was found." And honestly, the deputy sheriff is hoping to be well away from the tower by the time that kicks off. Noble business is well above his standing and he knows it.
When Kell is told that Lord Justin and Lord Jerold will be meeting soon, or even now, and most likely with other prominent members of the Terrick family, the knight can't help but wince as he looks back at the door he had just exited out of. "I hope…" He doesn't even know what to say as he shakes his head again, "I don't even know what to hope for anymore. This… everything, unthinkable. We survived the reaving and the siege, even put many Ironborn to sword on their own Isle. We've weathered the threat of famine, only to succumb to something like this?"
"This keep has stood longer than you or I Ser," Mortimer replies with a wry smile, "and I don't imagine that it won't be still here long 'ere we're gone. Lord Jerold has seen us through so far and I don't doubt that a way will be found again." Of course, he's not privey to all the private details and issues, but he has confidence in the Lord Terrick and his family. Or most of his family anyway, his opinion of Lucienne might have slipped a wee bit over the past week.
Kell can only nod in agreement at the hope that Mortimer speaks of, but inside there is certainly a bit of doubt, as he isn't sure how much more Lord Jerold can take. The good Lord has lost so much since the invasion of the reavers, so much in such a short time even though to some, it may seem like having been an eternity. "I hope so, I hope you are right. We can only do our best as sworn men to this House… but sometimes, even that may not be enough. But we will be here, for better or for worse." One would have thought that the worse part had already passed. "Well, I do not wish you to keep you from your business, Master Trevelyan."
"The Roost, and House Terrick, will endure Ser," Mortimer replies simply and without a shadow of doubt in his voice, "we must just have faith and recognise that the path ahead may not be an easy one." Kell has already listed all the recent trails that have been endured, so he feels no need to repeat them. At the mention of being sworn though he does smile a little. "Aye Ser, I swore to Lord Jerold a long time ago, perhaps even before you were born, and I've no intention of changing that now."
Kell nods at the thought of enduring again, something those who has stayed at the Roost knows well by now, enduring. When Mortimer shares that he has been in service to Lord Jerold for longer than he himself has been alive, the knight's eyes widen a bit in surprise, "That is a long and dedicated service you have given to this House." Perhaps that will settle the ripples in the Terrick Knight's spirit, "We will endure."
"You might say it's been my life's work," Mortimer answers with a smile ebfore glancing back to the doorway in front of him. "But aye, you're right, it is probably time to get back to doing what I'm actually paid for. I'm sure I'll see you round soon enough Ser." That said, and the knight given a respectful nod he starts walking again, hoping he can find the Lord Sheriff quickly, before the big meeting gets going.