The Twins

[melon]

"So you shall defeat me now Ser Idiot." Tallahar says but with a smile on his face so Humfrey nows it's a jest. " The bow has it's uses as a scout and an ambusher I know that a Bow and arrow will kill a man just as easily as a sword through the heart, But I will never run from a foe that is the true thing never turn and run My Friends for then you shall be cut down."

[lordbalorgreyjoy]

Vincent smiled at the man. Despite himself he liked the overbearing oaf. "Thurely you mean Ther Humphrey Drox. It'd be pretty odd if I went round calling mythelf Ther Vincent of Therry!" he laughed at the thought of it.
He paused and then looked at the man's surcoat and blushed "I am thorry, Ther Humphrey. I had fogotten your armth were three croththbowth. I meant no dithrethpect. It'th jutht that the true mettle of a man can only be found in hand-to-hand combat and even famous archerth like Lord Bloodraven were known to be men of little honour"

[sethgreyjoy]

Ser Humfrey blushed.

"I mean no disrespect Lord. I will defeat all but you." He turned his head to the side to avoid eye contact. Truly Drox the Ox. Ser Idiot indeed. Next I'll be professing murder to the King! Humfrey admonished himself internally.

"Do not worry bard." Humfrey said to Symond. "No one shall harm a member of Lord Tallahar's Guard. I aim to protect us all, should the Lord be busy vanquishing his foes."

[Horas]

Symond glances at Ser Humfrey. "Tis very generous of you, good Ser, but let us hope there will be no bloodshed where we are headed. It is a tourney, after all, not a battlefield."

Symond then turns back to Tallahar, "A tourney of bards sounds splendid, m'lord."

[lordbalorgreyjoy]

Vincent says, in all seriousness, to Symond "I pray you are right Thymond, but in all combat there is a chance of injury and, yeth, even death. It thows our courage ath men that we choothe to face it regardless and do not flinch"

[sethgreyjoy]

Ser Humfrey responded to Vincent, wryly. "The crossbows are my arms, but my arms are not crossbows." Another of Lord Drox's statements. "I take no offense."

[lordbalorgreyjoy]

Vincent laughed and said "I thould hope not ther or you would rithk death everytime you picked your nothe!" he burst into a fit of hysterical giggles at the thought of it, which was a rather unusual sight.

[Horas]

"Indeed, Vincent," Symond says wistfully. "Riding in a tourney would be a grand thing indeed. But my blood is not so noble as yours." Symond gives a wry smile. "They don't just let anyone compete, you know."

[sethgreyjoy]

Humfrey paused. His face an impassive, for a moment. Then, getting the joke his face turned bright red and he let out a whooping laugh. It was loud, and uncomfortable sounding, almost maniacal. When he was done he slammed a mail fist into Vincent's shoulder in jest. "Good one, man."

[lordbalorgreyjoy]

Vincent smiled toothily at Ser Humphrey. As thick as a castle wall and as strong he thought, and made no move to rub his bruised shoulder.
Turning to Symond he said "Well, we are fortunate that we have trained our whole liveth in the joutht but the Melee ith part luck ath well ath thkill and yeoman can compete with the best of uth in the archery contetht!" he said sympathetically. "Your thkillth with the lute and thong are very good though, Thymond tho do not be tho downhearted" he claped the man on the shoulder gently.

[sethgreyjoy]

"Aye." Ser Humfrey agreed, looking down at Symond from his height on the horse. "You are very good. I know not overmuch about music, but I can tell when someone is off. My father used to say I had the musician's ear. But I could never play. Only listen, and tell if it's wrong."

He smiled. "But you are never wrong with notes. Unless you drink."

[lordbalorgreyjoy]

Vincent nods and then his face brightens as an idea hits him "How about a thong to help make the journey go fathter?"

[sethgreyjoy]

"Aye, bard. A song. A glorious song about battle and winning tourneys, as someone in this group is sure to do."

Ser Humfrey smiles at the bard, stupidly.

[Horas]

Symond smiles in spite of himself at Humfrey and Vincent's praise. He never could stay gloomy for too long.

"A song it is then, my friends!"

Symond begins singing of heroic deeds of knights long dead; Aemon the Dragonknight's duel with the evil Ser Morgil, Leo Longthorn's great victory at the tourney of Highgarden, and Barristan the Bold's triumphs in half a hundred battles.

When he finishes, Symond smiles and bows to the others. Quite a group we make, Symond muses, The ox, the lisper, and the bard.

[sethgreyjoy]

"Good show, bard." Ser Humfrey practically shouted. He enjoyed the songs about knights. He always had. "Another? How about one about a maiden. But not the bear and the maiden at the fair, or whatever the song is, something different. Something I know the words to, maybe?"

Unbeknownst to Humfrey, Symond did not have a direct link to his brain, and could therefore not know which songs he knew the words to.