Post by The Stranger on Jun 26, 2008 17:27:35 GMT -5
Reret looked at the meal Bruyal had brought for him. It looked and smelled delicious. “Are you sure you’re he one who cooked this?” Reret asked curiously. Bruyal shook his head. Reret raised his eyebrows, “Then who did?”. “One of the mute kitchen boys,” Bruyal answered. “The elder one, surely?” Reret continued in his questioning. Bruyal nodded his head this time. “Is his brothers and sisters just as skilled, how long was it since I took them in?”. “Nearly four months now, and they will need some time to catch up with their elder brother,” Bruyal answered. “Hoh, reminds me quite a bit of you. You were always such a fast learner,” Reret said bobbing his head. Bruyal blushed slightly it were not often he got praise from his master. “He has his tongue still, surely? Else he would have made a poor cook?”. “He has a tongue, master, I don’t know why he won’t speak, maybe a traumatic event maybe the one who left him and his siblings orphans,” Bruyal said. “The younger ones speak though, I think I can hear young laughter sometimes?”. Bruyal nodded, “If the laughter bothers you I can tell them to stop. Reret looked aghast, “R’hllor no! It comforts me, reminds me of times when I was still innocent”. Bruyal had a hard time picturing a young Reret, an innocent one was even harder.
Hard times had come all because of that Royce bitch. Why did Brandon go to Westeros in the first place, couldn’t he remain a bloody Braavosi? Trestenio had been executed for a murder he didn’t commit, then Moonshadow and the Black Pearl had died. The other courtesans had increased their guards which was good he supposed. He had never met Nightingale, or any other courtesan personally which was defiantly good. He knew Trestenio wouldn’t talk, at least not when they had pegged murder on him. None the less one of his brothels had been burnt down, and some warehouses, fortunately they warehouses were mostly empty as his merchant ships had already set sail. And he could always buy more or have them built. It was however time to move back to his estate from the squalor of the city. Letters were sent, informing Brandon of the crisis. Gods if the Nightingale wasn’t dead already he would have killed that bitch himself! Well not himself, he would have sent someone to do it. Bruyal could see different emotions flickering in Reret’s face before becoming blank. “We will retreat to my estate for a good while, Bruyal. Make sure everything goes well during the packing of things, shouldn’t take long as this isn’t too large a place,” Reret said wiping sweat of his face.
Brandon stared slightly in shock at the letter from Reret, the Black Pearl dead, his first love, though never returned she was still kind and trustworthy. He crumpled the paper and burnt it with his magic as it entered the fire place. “Aranya, see what you do with your follies,” Brandon muttered to an empty room. He began his respond to Reret, it took a while though as his mind was muddied by the loss of friends.
Weeks later
Reret was in his mansion a way out of Braavos, another meal was before him this time made partly by the mute genius chef’s siblings. He had sent the young man back to Braavos so that he could be more known among people, he was assigned to work with the cousin of one of the kitchen staff in the sealords palace. It would take a while but in the end the cousins would speak to eachother and thus the mute man might be given a job in the palace. Reret had his siblings so he wouldn’t think of any betrayal, not that he could speak anyway. He had also sent some of his agents to Braavos with the task of waylaying any men enquiring too much of his where abouts not that it would be hard to find. They wouldn’t kill them, but misinform them of certain things. A rather fat man was seen entering one of his ships heading to Lys, and it was known to some that he had some relations there. He hoped that would be enough, if not well he would know in advance when strangers would be entering his mansion. They would also sow doubt about the fact that the Sealord had caused the culprit after all one man could not possibly kill three courtesans guarded as they were and that the Sealord was thus misleading the people of their righteous justice. Reret began eating his delicious meal thinking no more of the subject.
Result:
Kitchen Staff infiltration at the Sealords Palace taking about 3-4 months has started. Agents planting rumours about the courtesan killers, Trestinio was falsely put to death etc.
Hard times had come all because of that Royce bitch. Why did Brandon go to Westeros in the first place, couldn’t he remain a bloody Braavosi? Trestenio had been executed for a murder he didn’t commit, then Moonshadow and the Black Pearl had died. The other courtesans had increased their guards which was good he supposed. He had never met Nightingale, or any other courtesan personally which was defiantly good. He knew Trestenio wouldn’t talk, at least not when they had pegged murder on him. None the less one of his brothels had been burnt down, and some warehouses, fortunately they warehouses were mostly empty as his merchant ships had already set sail. And he could always buy more or have them built. It was however time to move back to his estate from the squalor of the city. Letters were sent, informing Brandon of the crisis. Gods if the Nightingale wasn’t dead already he would have killed that bitch himself! Well not himself, he would have sent someone to do it. Bruyal could see different emotions flickering in Reret’s face before becoming blank. “We will retreat to my estate for a good while, Bruyal. Make sure everything goes well during the packing of things, shouldn’t take long as this isn’t too large a place,” Reret said wiping sweat of his face.
Brandon stared slightly in shock at the letter from Reret, the Black Pearl dead, his first love, though never returned she was still kind and trustworthy. He crumpled the paper and burnt it with his magic as it entered the fire place. “Aranya, see what you do with your follies,” Brandon muttered to an empty room. He began his respond to Reret, it took a while though as his mind was muddied by the loss of friends.
Weeks later
Reret was in his mansion a way out of Braavos, another meal was before him this time made partly by the mute genius chef’s siblings. He had sent the young man back to Braavos so that he could be more known among people, he was assigned to work with the cousin of one of the kitchen staff in the sealords palace. It would take a while but in the end the cousins would speak to eachother and thus the mute man might be given a job in the palace. Reret had his siblings so he wouldn’t think of any betrayal, not that he could speak anyway. He had also sent some of his agents to Braavos with the task of waylaying any men enquiring too much of his where abouts not that it would be hard to find. They wouldn’t kill them, but misinform them of certain things. A rather fat man was seen entering one of his ships heading to Lys, and it was known to some that he had some relations there. He hoped that would be enough, if not well he would know in advance when strangers would be entering his mansion. They would also sow doubt about the fact that the Sealord had caused the culprit after all one man could not possibly kill three courtesans guarded as they were and that the Sealord was thus misleading the people of their righteous justice. Reret began eating his delicious meal thinking no more of the subject.
Result:
Kitchen Staff infiltration at the Sealords Palace taking about 3-4 months has started. Agents planting rumours about the courtesan killers, Trestinio was falsely put to death etc.