Gamlin and Piers

[The Smith]

Piers summons to his chambers.

[dienekes]

Gamlin walks into Piers chamber. He was dressed in lords clothing that bore no emblem and standard colors to avoid detection from the lords around him. As he entered the room Gamlin bowed, ackwardly. "I'll get right to the point." He said, looking at Piers. "I want out uh here."

[The Smith]

Piers does not stop juggling his knives, and says, "of course. You may leave when ever you wish."

[dienekes]

"That's it?" Gamlin looked confused. "Ya don't mean by that moon door uh your do ya?"

[The Smith]

Piers laughed and turns and takes several steps toward Gamlin, the knives flashing in the air. "Nope. You came as a guest you will leave as one."

[dienekes]

"Lord, call me supsicious and all but not very often does a lordling such as yourself refer to messangers as guests. Or call them that while throwing knives in der air." Gamlin takes a step toward the door. "If it pleases my lord I'd leave tomorrow morn."

[The Smith]

"You ate Rhodri's food, and slept in his bed, with company I must add. How else would you define guest." Piers continued to throw his knives into the air and snatch them back into his hands. "And the knives... well I do that every other morning. It is good practice for the fair."

[dienekes]

"Aye...I bet you be good at the fair." Gamlin didn't know what to say. It all seemed too easy. It almost never was. "Anything else Lord Piers?"

[The Smith]

"Do you think I could do a fifth knife? I think I could." replied Piers.

[dienekes]

"Me lord from what I hear about you jugglin whole people's lives, I'm sure another knife won't be a problem." Gamlin turned to leave.

[The Smith]

Piers laughed uproariously at his joke. And turning he walked away, letting all four knives land point first in the floor.