Post by The Stranger on May 4, 2008 12:29:03 GMT -5
Tristeza had spoken extensively with Sergyo about improving her knowledge and experience in the realm of political intrigue; after some discussion of the topic, he recommended meeting with his most trusted friend, Lord Villisander Meatrios. Tristeza very much liked Lord Villisander, and she was happy that he had recommended the notoriously friendly and boisterous man over any of the other, less amiable of his sixty three.
After having looked in all of the usual places, Tristeza asked a guard where she could find Lord Villisander, and he replied that the Sea Lord's second was in the library on that particular afternoon, which was, indeed, where she found him.
Villisander looked up at her and nodded as she approached, "How goes it, Green Eyes? Up to the usual mischief?"
Tristeza smiled broadly, "More than usual," she replied. "I have a favor to ask of you."
Villisander puts down the romance he was reading and waves at her, "Go ahead Sand Crone. Your wish is my command."
She pursed her lips in an imitation of distaste, "I want to learn the ways of your political wiles," she said slyly; "I have so long been removed from the active realm of politics that I feel what little knowledge of intrigue I had, slipping slowly away from me."
The man laughed, "Politics? The game you speak of is played by beggar boys as well as kings. It’s only the high and mighty who think it is a game of thrones. Us low born know that it gets nastier between two rival inn keeps then two rival kings." He paused and chuckled to himself, "Well as nasty at least."
"You would know better than I," she teased, "and that is why I have come to you; won't you tutor me?" she asked in her most pathetic voice.
Villisander laughed, "The first lesson, Greenie is that nothing is free."
Tristeza thought on this a moment as she considered him through playfully narrowed eyes; "That may be, but I am paying your Sea Lord dearly for what you can provide me."
Villisander laughed, "That is a coin I have no desire for. I am a free man, and do the Sea Lord's wishes as I desire." He leaned forward and whispered, "Don't tell Sergyo, though."
Tristeza laughed heartily, "But surely I have nothing else to offer but an empty threat, for we both know I have no more influence over Sergyo than you, if even that much. How could I possibly pay you?"
"I wish a match with Ser Timm." Villisander said easily, "Just the two of us with practice blades. Alone." He emphasized.
The smile vanished from her face in less than a second; "But why?" she asked, "Surely you wouldn't mind my watching?"
Villisander thought a moment, "You may come, but if the mood changes I would appreciate you leaving." He raised an eyebrow and looked at her knowingly.
Tristeza leaned forward, "Why do you want to fight Ser Timm?"
"Well to test myself against him. And he is quite handsome. I am amazed you never noticed." He added.
"I am surprised you had," she teased, "But I would be nervous to leave you alone; to be fair, I like both of you quite a bit, but I do no trust either of you in the least. Goodness knows what you would do to eachother. We will have two cripples and zero capable swordsmen when you have done."
He rolled his eyes, and smiled, "You may come. Now what is your question?"
"I have no question." she answered, "I simply would like to observe how you do your work; the political parts--I suppose I could observe the killings as well, but it would be harder for you to slip in and out of dark manses by night with my following you around with a quill and notebook..." she shrugged.
Meatrios nodded, "Stay close, keep your mouth shut, and we will worry about the manses when that is called for. I rarely do that myself anymore."
"So you would have me believe." she said with a sly smile, and a playful wink.
He laughed too and then picked up the romance novel he was reading, then looking at her he asked, "Would you like me to read aloud?"
Taking a look at the title, Tristeza shook her head, "I think I will manage to do without," she said, "But do let me know when you are available to be subject to my watchful eye." she smiled broadly.
"Well Crone, you may watch now, if you wish." Then he began to read the book.
As thoroughly interesting as that would appear to be, I do believe I will simply put myself on-call, for you to summon up when you do something worth blinking at." she crinkled her nose as him in the manner of playful distaste, and she turned from him to leave; "Until next time, dear Lord Villisander," she said, barely suppressing a laugh, as she departed the library.
Results:
Tristeza improves to Expert Persuasion
Tristeza improves to Noteworthy Intrigue
After having looked in all of the usual places, Tristeza asked a guard where she could find Lord Villisander, and he replied that the Sea Lord's second was in the library on that particular afternoon, which was, indeed, where she found him.
Villisander looked up at her and nodded as she approached, "How goes it, Green Eyes? Up to the usual mischief?"
Tristeza smiled broadly, "More than usual," she replied. "I have a favor to ask of you."
Villisander puts down the romance he was reading and waves at her, "Go ahead Sand Crone. Your wish is my command."
She pursed her lips in an imitation of distaste, "I want to learn the ways of your political wiles," she said slyly; "I have so long been removed from the active realm of politics that I feel what little knowledge of intrigue I had, slipping slowly away from me."
The man laughed, "Politics? The game you speak of is played by beggar boys as well as kings. It’s only the high and mighty who think it is a game of thrones. Us low born know that it gets nastier between two rival inn keeps then two rival kings." He paused and chuckled to himself, "Well as nasty at least."
"You would know better than I," she teased, "and that is why I have come to you; won't you tutor me?" she asked in her most pathetic voice.
Villisander laughed, "The first lesson, Greenie is that nothing is free."
Tristeza thought on this a moment as she considered him through playfully narrowed eyes; "That may be, but I am paying your Sea Lord dearly for what you can provide me."
Villisander laughed, "That is a coin I have no desire for. I am a free man, and do the Sea Lord's wishes as I desire." He leaned forward and whispered, "Don't tell Sergyo, though."
Tristeza laughed heartily, "But surely I have nothing else to offer but an empty threat, for we both know I have no more influence over Sergyo than you, if even that much. How could I possibly pay you?"
"I wish a match with Ser Timm." Villisander said easily, "Just the two of us with practice blades. Alone." He emphasized.
The smile vanished from her face in less than a second; "But why?" she asked, "Surely you wouldn't mind my watching?"
Villisander thought a moment, "You may come, but if the mood changes I would appreciate you leaving." He raised an eyebrow and looked at her knowingly.
Tristeza leaned forward, "Why do you want to fight Ser Timm?"
"Well to test myself against him. And he is quite handsome. I am amazed you never noticed." He added.
"I am surprised you had," she teased, "But I would be nervous to leave you alone; to be fair, I like both of you quite a bit, but I do no trust either of you in the least. Goodness knows what you would do to eachother. We will have two cripples and zero capable swordsmen when you have done."
He rolled his eyes, and smiled, "You may come. Now what is your question?"
"I have no question." she answered, "I simply would like to observe how you do your work; the political parts--I suppose I could observe the killings as well, but it would be harder for you to slip in and out of dark manses by night with my following you around with a quill and notebook..." she shrugged.
Meatrios nodded, "Stay close, keep your mouth shut, and we will worry about the manses when that is called for. I rarely do that myself anymore."
"So you would have me believe." she said with a sly smile, and a playful wink.
He laughed too and then picked up the romance novel he was reading, then looking at her he asked, "Would you like me to read aloud?"
Taking a look at the title, Tristeza shook her head, "I think I will manage to do without," she said, "But do let me know when you are available to be subject to my watchful eye." she smiled broadly.
"Well Crone, you may watch now, if you wish." Then he began to read the book.
As thoroughly interesting as that would appear to be, I do believe I will simply put myself on-call, for you to summon up when you do something worth blinking at." she crinkled her nose as him in the manner of playful distaste, and she turned from him to leave; "Until next time, dear Lord Villisander," she said, barely suppressing a laugh, as she departed the library.
Results:
Tristeza improves to Expert Persuasion
Tristeza improves to Noteworthy Intrigue