Post by The Smith on Mar 31, 2008 21:51:29 GMT -5
For the first time in months, Lewys found himself without any task to complete, or any people waiting to speak with him. I'm damn glad I received the raven to come to Riverrun, Lewys thought. He enjoyed not being the top general of an army like had been the case for the past year. It would give him time to relax, write his lady wife a letter, talk with Jon, Mors, and the rest of his men. Although still very much included in the war council meetings, Lewys knew he was lower in rank than several of the men present- including Justin Prestor, the greatest living general in the west of the seven kingdoms.
He had been planning to strike his army at the Twins or Raventree Hall before he learned of the new command to march for Riverrun. It makes sense, Lewys thought. It lies just off of the western border, we can bring up reinforcements very quickly if we need to do so. Besides, fighting riverlanders will show the rest of the realm that we are loyal to the King. Lewys had brokered the peace with the Ironborn, and that is when he had learned and came to believe in the murders of the King's Landing Melee. It disheartened him that he had been fighting on the dishonest side of the war for the past few months, but he had put that behind him. I did not know. It wasn't my fault that I did not know the truth. He shook his head bitterly, knowing full well he should have looked further into the matter at the first rumor of foul play. That's behind me. You can redeem yourself by spilling riverland blood and bringing all the West to the right side of things--- with the King and Lord Regent Benfry Smith.
Lewys, laying in his dark tent, slowly drifted to sleep early in the evening and awoke shortly before dawn. With a renewed energy, he sat about the camp seeking for something to do. Almost everyone was still asleep or in their tents, but rounding one of the muddy paths that had been created when the camp had been made, Lewys almost walked headlong into another man. Bumping together, Lewys helped the man regain his balance and apologized, before recognizing his face. "Oh, Maester Conly, I didn't recognize you wearing mail and boots," Lewys explained, smiling. Maester Conly served one of the western Lords, but which one Lewys could not say. He had come to know him during his last few days at Riverrun. Conly had been present in meetings discussing important plans and logistics of the attack and march, and finally Lewys inquired with Lord Heatherspoon as to why this maester had so much pull in the war plans. "He's the quartermaster, of sorts. He keeps the finance books and runs the logistics and supply departments of the army. It's said he's the quickest mind of all the living Maesters, though no one would know it without serving with him for a while," Heatherspoon had replied. Finance and Business, Lewys thought. Now there's something I need to learn a tad more about. Lewys had always been interested in numbers, and had quite a fine mind when it came to monetary issues, but he was sure that Maester Conly had forgotten more about the subject than Lewys had ever known himself.
As the two prepared to continue on their seperate ways through camp, Lewys called back to him. "Maester, may I accompany you on you're work this morning? There are many things I would like to observe and see how they are done," he said. Conly accepted reluctantly enough, adding that he must not get in the way. Lewys only smiled for a second and then followed the man, quiet.
Maester Conly had seemed irritated at Lewys's presence at first, but became more comfortable with him as the day wore on, and he realized that Lewys was serious about learning and already had a basic knowledge of the subject. Conly quickly began to enjoy teaching Lewys the ins and outs of his job with the army, as most people considered it a boring and tedious task. The two talked for several hours, Lewys questioning and Conly explaining. Lewys finally excused himself to eat and spend some time with his men, but he promised to repeat the process the following morning. He did. After a week of teachings from Maester Conly, Lewys felt much better about his acumen skills and was even anxious to return to the Deep Den to put his newfound knowledge into action.
Results:
Lewys improves his finance skill to apprentice.
Lewys improves his trade/merchantry skill to apprentice.
He had been planning to strike his army at the Twins or Raventree Hall before he learned of the new command to march for Riverrun. It makes sense, Lewys thought. It lies just off of the western border, we can bring up reinforcements very quickly if we need to do so. Besides, fighting riverlanders will show the rest of the realm that we are loyal to the King. Lewys had brokered the peace with the Ironborn, and that is when he had learned and came to believe in the murders of the King's Landing Melee. It disheartened him that he had been fighting on the dishonest side of the war for the past few months, but he had put that behind him. I did not know. It wasn't my fault that I did not know the truth. He shook his head bitterly, knowing full well he should have looked further into the matter at the first rumor of foul play. That's behind me. You can redeem yourself by spilling riverland blood and bringing all the West to the right side of things--- with the King and Lord Regent Benfry Smith.
Lewys, laying in his dark tent, slowly drifted to sleep early in the evening and awoke shortly before dawn. With a renewed energy, he sat about the camp seeking for something to do. Almost everyone was still asleep or in their tents, but rounding one of the muddy paths that had been created when the camp had been made, Lewys almost walked headlong into another man. Bumping together, Lewys helped the man regain his balance and apologized, before recognizing his face. "Oh, Maester Conly, I didn't recognize you wearing mail and boots," Lewys explained, smiling. Maester Conly served one of the western Lords, but which one Lewys could not say. He had come to know him during his last few days at Riverrun. Conly had been present in meetings discussing important plans and logistics of the attack and march, and finally Lewys inquired with Lord Heatherspoon as to why this maester had so much pull in the war plans. "He's the quartermaster, of sorts. He keeps the finance books and runs the logistics and supply departments of the army. It's said he's the quickest mind of all the living Maesters, though no one would know it without serving with him for a while," Heatherspoon had replied. Finance and Business, Lewys thought. Now there's something I need to learn a tad more about. Lewys had always been interested in numbers, and had quite a fine mind when it came to monetary issues, but he was sure that Maester Conly had forgotten more about the subject than Lewys had ever known himself.
As the two prepared to continue on their seperate ways through camp, Lewys called back to him. "Maester, may I accompany you on you're work this morning? There are many things I would like to observe and see how they are done," he said. Conly accepted reluctantly enough, adding that he must not get in the way. Lewys only smiled for a second and then followed the man, quiet.
Maester Conly had seemed irritated at Lewys's presence at first, but became more comfortable with him as the day wore on, and he realized that Lewys was serious about learning and already had a basic knowledge of the subject. Conly quickly began to enjoy teaching Lewys the ins and outs of his job with the army, as most people considered it a boring and tedious task. The two talked for several hours, Lewys questioning and Conly explaining. Lewys finally excused himself to eat and spend some time with his men, but he promised to repeat the process the following morning. He did. After a week of teachings from Maester Conly, Lewys felt much better about his acumen skills and was even anxious to return to the Deep Den to put his newfound knowledge into action.
Results:
Lewys improves his finance skill to apprentice.
Lewys improves his trade/merchantry skill to apprentice.