Post by The Smith on Oct 13, 2013 7:45:03 GMT -5
"This is ridiculous." He muttered, scrunching the paper and tossing it across the room. "It's all far too expensive."
Tomard let out an exaggerated sigh. "Yet necessary." He bent over and picked up the discarded paper. "And it is expected of you Donnel. Many Lords and Ladies from many important houses will be in attendance this evening. You would do well not to fail their expectations."
Now it was Donnel's turn to sigh. "Sod their expectations. Why in the name of the Smith do these Lords and Ladies waste so much time and effort trying to impress one another?"
"A mystery to me as well, Ser. But there is little you and I can do to change that."
Donnel snapped his fingers. "Get me wine at the very least." His knee bounced rhythmically as he thought and waited for the steward to pour his wine.
"You must play their little game," Tomard spoke as he handed the goblet to Donnel, "You have no choice."
Donnel nodded his head, "I fear I've come to accept the fact Tomard. But at the very least cut back on the number of fools. I think we'll have plenty of those here tonight."
"I would not advise it. They like the fools."
Donnel sipped his wine, "No doubt, but I have a better idea." Tomard raised a lone eyebrow in expectation. "Mock Combat." Donnel said triumphantly. "We'll have some of our household knights duel one another in the middle of the courtyard. If they don't love that then I don't want anything to do with them."
Tomard bobbed his head as he listened. "That... could work my lord." He said, almost hesitantly. Just then a guard whose name Donnel had quite forgotten entered.
"My lord, apologies. Lord Harold Tully is outside. Says he's here to see you."
Donnel downed the rest of his wine and looked to Tomard. "Make the arrangements then," turning to the guard he continued, "Take Lord Tully to the courtyard in five minutes, I'll meet him there." Once the guard had left he grabbed his sword and whetstone, "I suppose it's time to play their game." A flash of approval marked Tomard's face before he ducked out of the room.
Donnel made his way to the courtyard and had some servants move a lounge for him to sit on. He unsheathed the blade and began sharpening it with slow and deliberate movements. Eventually he heard approaching footsteps and looked up to see a red-haired noble that could only be the Lord of Riverrun. "Ah, Lord Harold Tully." Donnel set down his gear and extended a hand in greeting. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Ser Donnel Royce advances both Charm & Deception to Beginner
Tomard let out an exaggerated sigh. "Yet necessary." He bent over and picked up the discarded paper. "And it is expected of you Donnel. Many Lords and Ladies from many important houses will be in attendance this evening. You would do well not to fail their expectations."
Now it was Donnel's turn to sigh. "Sod their expectations. Why in the name of the Smith do these Lords and Ladies waste so much time and effort trying to impress one another?"
"A mystery to me as well, Ser. But there is little you and I can do to change that."
Donnel snapped his fingers. "Get me wine at the very least." His knee bounced rhythmically as he thought and waited for the steward to pour his wine.
"You must play their little game," Tomard spoke as he handed the goblet to Donnel, "You have no choice."
Donnel nodded his head, "I fear I've come to accept the fact Tomard. But at the very least cut back on the number of fools. I think we'll have plenty of those here tonight."
"I would not advise it. They like the fools."
Donnel sipped his wine, "No doubt, but I have a better idea." Tomard raised a lone eyebrow in expectation. "Mock Combat." Donnel said triumphantly. "We'll have some of our household knights duel one another in the middle of the courtyard. If they don't love that then I don't want anything to do with them."
Tomard bobbed his head as he listened. "That... could work my lord." He said, almost hesitantly. Just then a guard whose name Donnel had quite forgotten entered.
"My lord, apologies. Lord Harold Tully is outside. Says he's here to see you."
Donnel downed the rest of his wine and looked to Tomard. "Make the arrangements then," turning to the guard he continued, "Take Lord Tully to the courtyard in five minutes, I'll meet him there." Once the guard had left he grabbed his sword and whetstone, "I suppose it's time to play their game." A flash of approval marked Tomard's face before he ducked out of the room.
Donnel made his way to the courtyard and had some servants move a lounge for him to sit on. He unsheathed the blade and began sharpening it with slow and deliberate movements. Eventually he heard approaching footsteps and looked up to see a red-haired noble that could only be the Lord of Riverrun. "Ah, Lord Harold Tully." Donnel set down his gear and extended a hand in greeting. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Ser Donnel Royce advances both Charm & Deception to Beginner
Hope you all are well and happy.