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Post by mark on Mar 29, 2008 13:52:04 GMT -5
Ser Edric Cuy, heir to Sunflower Hall, a knight who was supposed to sail with the Redwyne fleet against the Dornish but was unable due to a passing sickness.
His quarters are more accomodating than the average knight's, and contains several different rooms. He has supper laid out for two people.
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Post by Sam on Mar 29, 2008 14:10:59 GMT -5
Lord Jaymes entered the room, flanked by his usual six guards. There were only a dozen guards in his tower, who traded shifts, and he had created something of a rapport with them during his time in captivity. He sat at the table that the Arbor's servants had provided, while the guards sit down in an adjoining second room for a noticeably lower quality meal.
"Thank you, Ser Edric. They have fed me well in my captivity, but certainly nothing of this quality."
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Post by mark on Mar 29, 2008 14:36:07 GMT -5
Edric nodded. "Indeed, Lord Farman, this is a rare meal for a free man, but a great feast for an imprisoned man, I should think," he said, smiling, and sipped his wine before continuing. "I have traveled to almost every castle and land in Westeros, great and small. But I have never had the pleasure of setting foot upon Fair Isle. I have seen from afar from a ship outside of Lannisport, but that was all I was given. Tell me, Jaymes, is the island fair indeed? Do you miss your home land?"
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Post by Sam on Mar 29, 2008 15:12:56 GMT -5
Edric's words made Lord Jaymes think of his home and his castle, a place he had not been in over a year. "I miss my island, indeed, and it is a fair place. Sailing up the strait, between Fair Isle and the mainland, you can see the sun setting over my castle. It's quite beautiful, and I always plan my voyages in order to arrive home at dusk. I invite you to visit the Isle sometime, after I am granted my freedom by the King."
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Post by mark on Mar 29, 2008 18:54:59 GMT -5
Edric tried to visualize the isle in his mind, flying over top of it like a hawk would. "That would be an honor, Lord, an honor, indeed. I know this may sound strange, but I appreciate the beating you put on me in the training yard earlier today. In the long run, it will help become more efficient with sword and shield, something I need to improve upon if I wish to become a great leader in the far reach. That is mainly why I have asked you to sup with me this evening, although I thought I may enjoy your company also. I wanted to ask you to train with me and help me improve my skills during your imprisonment here. I know you never asked for this, but it will give you something to take your mind off of your home and your family that you miss."
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Post by Sam on Mar 29, 2008 19:38:40 GMT -5
Lord Jaymes was startled by the request, especially since a purple bruise could be seen on Ser Edric's neck from one of Jaymes' strikes earlier in the day, but recovered quickly. "Certainly, Ser, it would be my honor. I admit I do not have much experience in the instruction of others; I usually leave that providence to my Master-at-Arms. I will try, however. At the very least, practice will improve us both and improvement is always the goal with one's weapon."
He cut into his meal with the knife that had been provided, though the dull edge forced him to saw vigorously to cut his meat. He eyed Ser Edric's dagger but figured he would work with what he had been given. He chewed a bite, and washed it down with the wine that had been provided. "I must say, I've never been to the Arbor before but this wine tastes better than the Arbor vintages that I've always imported." He chewed another bite, and looked out the window. He could not see any ships, and realized that the window faced away from the harbor. "So, Ser, why were you not with the fleet when it sailed?"
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Post by mark on Mar 30, 2008 12:32:12 GMT -5
Edric smiled and was glad to hear Jaymes would help him in his swordwork. The two soon began talking of lighter subjects, and found themselves laughing quite often. Late in the night, the guards informed Edric that Lord Farman must return to his cell.
"Very well. Lord Farman, I thank you for you're companionship. I expect to see you in the training yard on the morrow," Edric said.
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Post by Sam on Apr 1, 2008 12:15:37 GMT -5
Lord Jaymes nods, and then is escorted out by the guards.
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Post by Sam on Apr 1, 2008 12:18:57 GMT -5
/////////////////////// Half a dozen loud rocks ring out on the door of Ser Edric's quarters.
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Post by mark on Apr 1, 2008 12:43:34 GMT -5
Edric looks up from one of three ancient books laid out on the table in front of him, before shrugging and gliding across the stone floor to open the door.
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Post by Sam on Apr 1, 2008 12:45:36 GMT -5
"Morning, Ser." Jaymes grins, and steps into the room, looking around. Seeing the books on the table, he laughs. "A little light reading, I see?"
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Post by mark on Apr 1, 2008 12:52:20 GMT -5
Edric dismisses the books with a wave of his hand. He knew many lords considered so much reading unmanly. He wasn't sure about Lord Farman yet, but he didn't think he fit the "Reading Lord" type. Changing the subject, Edric smiles and says, "Lord Farman, a pleasure to see you. What is the occasion? To the training yard, I presume?"
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Post by Sam on Apr 1, 2008 13:07:37 GMT -5
"The training yard, to be sure. Although before we leave I would ask a request of, as well as make you an offer. Firstly, do you currently have a squire?"
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Post by mark on Apr 1, 2008 13:08:58 GMT -5
"A squire?" mused Edric. "Well, no, I don't. I've never even thought about it, to be honest. What are you proposing?"
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Post by Sam on Apr 1, 2008 13:17:03 GMT -5
My son is two and ten, fostering in Casterly Rock. His name day is half a year away, and it is time for him to enter service to an honorable knight, so that he might grow into one himself. I would request that you take him as your squire, and teach him to become a proper knight. He's not a bad swordsman for his age, and I believe he is more excited about becoming a knight than he is at the prospect of becoming a lord when the time comes." Lord Jaymes laughed. "Come to think of it, he's probably the smart one. You have sons yourself, do you not?"
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