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Post by Fel on Jun 17, 2009 6:02:33 GMT -5
Amyrio gave a snort of amusement. "The maesters are controlling Oldtown? What is happening to the Hightowers? And who are the maesters supporting? Whoever is promising to confirm them in their new position, I am guessing?"
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Post by The Flint on Jun 17, 2009 7:51:13 GMT -5
The woman shrugged, "I can't say on that account, but it would seem to be the course most of these fellows are plotting," Lysa replied.
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Post by Fel on Jun 17, 2009 8:03:57 GMT -5
"Then I must be going to speak with these grey maesters myself. I am thanking you for your help, Lady Lysa, and wishing you good fortune in your dangerous mission." He bowed his head to her.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 17, 2009 8:07:44 GMT -5
Lysa nodded, "Good luck, and bring our message to someone." She says, almost pleading.
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Post by Fel on Jun 17, 2009 8:12:36 GMT -5
Amyrio nodded. "I am promising to tell my lord of your leader's plight, he will be bringing word to the queen," he vowed.
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Post by Fel on Jun 17, 2009 12:02:29 GMT -5
Amyrio then turned and left, approaching a camp guard. "Please be bringing me to your leader, I come to speak for the queen."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 17, 2009 12:05:18 GMT -5
The man wearing a hightower symbol asked, "The Grandmaester?"
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Post by Fel on Jun 17, 2009 12:14:41 GMT -5
Amyrio nodded, "if he is who is leading here then it is him I am needing to speak to."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 17, 2009 12:16:32 GMT -5
The man nodded, "He is having his lessons." Turning he pointed at a banner with four books and four swords on it, "Right there. You will have to wait til after the lesson though."
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Post by Fel on Jun 17, 2009 12:28:31 GMT -5
His lessons? Amyrio wondered to himself.
"I thank you," Amyrio said, before moving on to the banner the man had pointed to. He dismounted and waited quietly for the grandmaester to finish his lessons.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 17, 2009 12:39:49 GMT -5
As Amyrio traveled through camp he saw other banners with books on them. And under each is a Maester holding some sort of lessons. Under one math skills, under another they are teaching reading, and under yet another men drill with the spear.
When he reached the four books and four swords, he saw a man in black plate mail, and the Maester's chain necklace. He is talking to six lordlings next to a sand pit. Inside the sand pit a river is formed, and on either side of the river lie small figurines.
The Grandmaester used the river and figurines to reenact the battle of the Trident. He took questions from his class, and guided them to understanding about that battle and how its examples could be used in other battles and wars.
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Post by Fel on Jun 17, 2009 12:43:51 GMT -5
Amyrio listened attentively. Had he been more familiar with Westerosi customs, he might have found the sight of such a militaristic maester jarring, but as it was he was enjoying hearing someone who was clearly skilled in war discussing tactics.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 17, 2009 12:46:05 GMT -5
As the lesson ended the Grandmaester sent the truly young men scrambling. Turning he walked over to the Myrish man, "Did you enjoy the lesson?"
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Post by Fel on Jun 17, 2009 12:49:25 GMT -5
"I am enjoying it very much, grandmaester, some time I should like to be discussing such matters with you, I'm sure I would be learning much and more." He smiled.
"But for now I am coming from the queen. I am Amyrio Mopatis, of Pentos." He bowed his head.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 17, 2009 12:57:37 GMT -5
The Grandmaester nodded, "The Queen has a whole revue of odd companions it seems." He offered the man his hand, "You may call me Thorold."
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Hope you all are well and happy.