Elendor
One Step Closer
The Ceann of Bear Clan gets an unexpected visitor.
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Location: Dunland - Creatrach
Description: Likely many people come to see the new Ceann at Creatrach, and today is hardly an exception. This time it's a lean man with black hair that hangs around his face and a week's worth of unshaved growth on his chin. He's wearing a heavy gray hooded cloak over worn leather armor.
Already his weaponry has been handed to another, and now the man waits with a quiet calmness for the new leader of Bear clan to see him, saying little to the men that guard Gregoir's door.
[Carac(#32384)] When the door to the Ceann's quarters opens two men step outside followed shortly by the Ceann himself. "There may still be some snow in the higher passes, but otherwise the roads should be clear," Gregoir says to the pair. "Make sure you give that message to no one other than Feent," he adds. "Then return as quick as you are able."
The Ceann seems to have aged abit over the winter, though the softness of youth still remains it is mixed with harder, sterner stuff now as well. As the two men bow and depart, Gregoir turns his attention to the newest petitioner and gives a nod of greeting. "You've matters you wish to speak of?" he asks.
The man waits until he is acknowledged, then nods. "Aye. I wish to speak privately, if that is an option, Ceann." He's older than Gregoir, with signs of some travel. The cuffs of his pants are wet, as is the hem of the cloak. His hair is tangled, and he's not especially clean.
"My name is Flynn. I wish to be released from an oath I took and there is none but you that can free me of it."
[Carac(#32384)] Gregoir steps from the doorway and waves for Flynn to enter his chambers, and then follows shutting the door behind them. They are not alone, however, standing in one corner his head nearly brushing the rafters of the ceiling is Gregoir's personal guard. His massive arms crossed over his enormous chest, the guards expression remains blank as the two enter.
"Don't mind Wee Angus," Gregoir says as he motions to the hulking giant. "Was kicked in the head by a mule when he was little and hasn't spoken a word since," he motions towards an empty chair and then takes a seat himself.
"Tell me more of this oath, and how it is I'm the only who can free you from it?"
"It's fine.." Flynn responds, moving to sit in the chair with only a quick glance around the room. Mostly he watches the Ceann with a measuring gaze. "It's less an oath, and more.. a contract. And you're the only one that can free me of it because all my sources tell me that Brodie isn't confirmed dead but I haven't heard from him in a -long- time, and I'm growing rather tired of spending my days with the Hawk."
"And there's the matter of payment, and how tremendously overdue it is."
[Carac(#32384)] Gregoir seems slightly taken aback by the words of his guest and sits in silence for a few moments. "You work for Brodie?" he asks. "Or rather worked for Brodie, I should say. Dead or not, he's in no position to employ anyone."
He looks the man over for a moment. "Whatever payment you are due is a matter you will have to take up with Brodie, if he still lives. Though, if you do have information about the Hawk, I might see fit to pay for that. But it would depend on what information you have."
[Carac(#32384)] Wee Angus watches a spider on the wall.
"I have no desire to track Brodie down. He paid me half up front and if you can meet the other half that I am owed, it is well enough for me." Flynn rests his hands on the arms of the chair, making anything but hostile gestures.
"First I wish you to acknowledge as the new Ceann of the Bear Clan that I am free of my contract. I know it seems strange, but we all have our own honor that we must keep. I've never broken contract save for when an employer is dead, but this situation is.. strange. Usually there is no doubt involved."
[Carac(#32384)] Gregoir smiles. "I am afraid if you wish any kind of payment I will need to hear more of this contract," he says. "What exactly were your responsibilities? For all I know this could be some elaborate scheme to attempt to extort money from the clan. Which would upset me, and when I get upset Wee Angus tends to get angry and break things."
At the mention of his name the guard turns from the spider to watch the conversation.
"Now," Gregoir says, still smiling. "What exactly do you claim Brodie hired you to do?"
The man lets out a soft sigh as the young Ceann refers to his bodyguard in such a dramatic way. A small smirk touches his lips, but only for a moment before it is gone. "Brodie Kavanagh hired me a few days after he became Ceann to infiltrate the Hawk rebellion. In particular he wanted me to get close to Tet'Nak or Carac, and learn everything that I could about their movements and plans."
Flynn pauses for a moment, then continues. "He was supposed to send another to collect information I gave in return for small payments. No one ever came, which isn't a surprise since Brodie probably is dead."
[Carac(#32384)] Gregoir's eyes widen slightly. "And you did this?" he asks sitting forward in his chair. "You infilitrated the rebellion and learned of their plans and movements?"
Flynn nods. "Aye. I've been with the Hawk since .. I'd say about two weeks before Brodie's death. I can tell you what Carac eats for dinner if you like." He gives a Ceann a wry smile. "I wish to be freed of my contract first, though. As I said, a matter of honor. Kiern wouldn't approve otherwise."
[Carac(#32384)] Gregoir sits forward once more and holds up two fingers. "I have two questions," he says. "First. If I free you of this contract, would you be willing to take on another?" he asks. "Second. How much are you still owed for your services to Brodie?"
"It would depend on the new contract.. possibly." Flynn answers, then without hesitation states the amount he's owed, which is a more than sizable sum for any one man to walk away with but this one speaks it evenly, without humor.
[Carac(#32384)] Gregoir nods in response to the price and turns towards Wee Angus. "Step aside, Angus," he says as he rises from his chair and moves towards the giant. He reaches into a chest that sits upon a shelf that was formerly hidden behind Angus.
As Gregoir moves back towards his chair, Angus once more takes up position before the chest. "Two gold florins," he says handing the coins to Flynn. "And two more if you guide some of my men to where these rebels are hiding."
Flynn watches Gregoir quietly, and even politely looks away when he realizes that the Ceann is accessing a treasury. He takes the coins and holds them in his hand for the moment, his fingers rubbing over the stamped impression. "I hate to ask again, but please.. The contract still stands until you clear it as Ceann. I wouldn't be worth the money you're giving me if I wasn't capable of keeping the confidence of an employer, even one as.. ill-reputed as Brodie was."
[Carac(#32384)] Gregoir waves his hand. "You are released from any service given or owed to Brodie or the Bear," he says. "Now," he says as he drops into his chair and leans forward expectantly. "Will you take on this other contract?"
"You will not need me to lead you to them. They are in Mathain, rebuilding the keep as we speak." Flynn slowly shifts the coins around in his hand, an idle gesture. "They have plans to completely fortify it and build an army up there. I can tell you where most of the holes are that they hide in, where to expect scouts. They've been up there the entire winter, seeding spies all over the Bear clan. You had some here when you were chosen as Ceann."
[Carac(#32384)] "They do not intend to attack?" Gregoir asks with some surprise. Though his surprise is quickly compounded by the next statement. "Here? Some of them were here inside Creatrach?" He sits back in his chair and blinks in surprise.
He shakes his head in surprise. "Well that might explain what happened to the smith," he says with another shake of his head. "If I provide maps will you mark out the places where they are hiding, the scouts, and anything else we should be aware of?"
"O'neil? Aye.. he is up with them along with a hefty portion of your supplies. Carac came back a few months ago with the man." Flynn nods in agreement at the question of the maps. "I can do that." The man looks down, his brow furrowing in thought as he considers something in silence. When he lifts his gaze again he asks, "How soon do you think you might make a move? There is someone.. a colleague, of sorts."
[Carac(#32384)] Gregoir shifts in his chair and raises a brow slightly. "I can not say when we will make our move," he says. "I will have to go over this information with my advisors, but if they do not intend to attack . . ." he shakes his head as he trails off.
"Would you like me to have quarters prepared for you for the evening?" he asks. "Or will you be leaving us shortly?"
"A night's rest in a real bed would be welcome. The ruins of Mathain are not the most comfortable." Flynn says with a chuckle. He finally pockets the coins as he sits up again. "I can work on your map and have it ready for you in the morning. It will take some time for me to mark everything with adequate detail, though I admit, my handwriting is not the greatest."
[Carac(#32384)] Gregoir gives a nod. "I will have quarters and a meal prepared for you," he says as he rises from his seat. "Take as much time as you need with the maps," he adds. "And if you have need of anything all you need do is ask."
He opens the door and smiles. "I am glad I was able to assist you and hope that I can do so again in the future."
Flynn stands and gives the Ceann a short bow. "Glad to be of service, Ceann. I appreciate your open mind in this matter." Some of the stress is beginning to ease from the man already and he has a bit more energy to his movement as he leaves through the door. He's one step closer.
Already his weaponry has been handed to another, and now the man waits with a quiet calmness for the new leader of Bear clan to see him, saying little to the men that guard Gregoir's door.
[Carac(#32384)] When the door to the Ceann's quarters opens two men step outside followed shortly by the Ceann himself. "There may still be some snow in the higher passes, but otherwise the roads should be clear," Gregoir says to the pair. "Make sure you give that message to no one other than Feent," he adds. "Then return as quick as you are able."
The Ceann seems to have aged abit over the winter, though the softness of youth still remains it is mixed with harder, sterner stuff now as well. As the two men bow and depart, Gregoir turns his attention to the newest petitioner and gives a nod of greeting. "You've matters you wish to speak of?" he asks.
The man waits until he is acknowledged, then nods. "Aye. I wish to speak privately, if that is an option, Ceann." He's older than Gregoir, with signs of some travel. The cuffs of his pants are wet, as is the hem of the cloak. His hair is tangled, and he's not especially clean.
"My name is Flynn. I wish to be released from an oath I took and there is none but you that can free me of it."
[Carac(#32384)] Gregoir steps from the doorway and waves for Flynn to enter his chambers, and then follows shutting the door behind them. They are not alone, however, standing in one corner his head nearly brushing the rafters of the ceiling is Gregoir's personal guard. His massive arms crossed over his enormous chest, the guards expression remains blank as the two enter.
"Don't mind Wee Angus," Gregoir says as he motions to the hulking giant. "Was kicked in the head by a mule when he was little and hasn't spoken a word since," he motions towards an empty chair and then takes a seat himself.
"Tell me more of this oath, and how it is I'm the only who can free you from it?"
"It's fine.." Flynn responds, moving to sit in the chair with only a quick glance around the room. Mostly he watches the Ceann with a measuring gaze. "It's less an oath, and more.. a contract. And you're the only one that can free me of it because all my sources tell me that Brodie isn't confirmed dead but I haven't heard from him in a -long- time, and I'm growing rather tired of spending my days with the Hawk."
"And there's the matter of payment, and how tremendously overdue it is."
[Carac(#32384)] Gregoir seems slightly taken aback by the words of his guest and sits in silence for a few moments. "You work for Brodie?" he asks. "Or rather worked for Brodie, I should say. Dead or not, he's in no position to employ anyone."
He looks the man over for a moment. "Whatever payment you are due is a matter you will have to take up with Brodie, if he still lives. Though, if you do have information about the Hawk, I might see fit to pay for that. But it would depend on what information you have."
[Carac(#32384)] Wee Angus watches a spider on the wall.
"I have no desire to track Brodie down. He paid me half up front and if you can meet the other half that I am owed, it is well enough for me." Flynn rests his hands on the arms of the chair, making anything but hostile gestures.
"First I wish you to acknowledge as the new Ceann of the Bear Clan that I am free of my contract. I know it seems strange, but we all have our own honor that we must keep. I've never broken contract save for when an employer is dead, but this situation is.. strange. Usually there is no doubt involved."
[Carac(#32384)] Gregoir smiles. "I am afraid if you wish any kind of payment I will need to hear more of this contract," he says. "What exactly were your responsibilities? For all I know this could be some elaborate scheme to attempt to extort money from the clan. Which would upset me, and when I get upset Wee Angus tends to get angry and break things."
At the mention of his name the guard turns from the spider to watch the conversation.
"Now," Gregoir says, still smiling. "What exactly do you claim Brodie hired you to do?"
The man lets out a soft sigh as the young Ceann refers to his bodyguard in such a dramatic way. A small smirk touches his lips, but only for a moment before it is gone. "Brodie Kavanagh hired me a few days after he became Ceann to infiltrate the Hawk rebellion. In particular he wanted me to get close to Tet'Nak or Carac, and learn everything that I could about their movements and plans."
Flynn pauses for a moment, then continues. "He was supposed to send another to collect information I gave in return for small payments. No one ever came, which isn't a surprise since Brodie probably is dead."
[Carac(#32384)] Gregoir's eyes widen slightly. "And you did this?" he asks sitting forward in his chair. "You infilitrated the rebellion and learned of their plans and movements?"
Flynn nods. "Aye. I've been with the Hawk since .. I'd say about two weeks before Brodie's death. I can tell you what Carac eats for dinner if you like." He gives a Ceann a wry smile. "I wish to be freed of my contract first, though. As I said, a matter of honor. Kiern wouldn't approve otherwise."
[Carac(#32384)] Gregoir sits forward once more and holds up two fingers. "I have two questions," he says. "First. If I free you of this contract, would you be willing to take on another?" he asks. "Second. How much are you still owed for your services to Brodie?"
"It would depend on the new contract.. possibly." Flynn answers, then without hesitation states the amount he's owed, which is a more than sizable sum for any one man to walk away with but this one speaks it evenly, without humor.
[Carac(#32384)] Gregoir nods in response to the price and turns towards Wee Angus. "Step aside, Angus," he says as he rises from his chair and moves towards the giant. He reaches into a chest that sits upon a shelf that was formerly hidden behind Angus.
As Gregoir moves back towards his chair, Angus once more takes up position before the chest. "Two gold florins," he says handing the coins to Flynn. "And two more if you guide some of my men to where these rebels are hiding."
Flynn watches Gregoir quietly, and even politely looks away when he realizes that the Ceann is accessing a treasury. He takes the coins and holds them in his hand for the moment, his fingers rubbing over the stamped impression. "I hate to ask again, but please.. The contract still stands until you clear it as Ceann. I wouldn't be worth the money you're giving me if I wasn't capable of keeping the confidence of an employer, even one as.. ill-reputed as Brodie was."
[Carac(#32384)] Gregoir waves his hand. "You are released from any service given or owed to Brodie or the Bear," he says. "Now," he says as he drops into his chair and leans forward expectantly. "Will you take on this other contract?"
"You will not need me to lead you to them. They are in Mathain, rebuilding the keep as we speak." Flynn slowly shifts the coins around in his hand, an idle gesture. "They have plans to completely fortify it and build an army up there. I can tell you where most of the holes are that they hide in, where to expect scouts. They've been up there the entire winter, seeding spies all over the Bear clan. You had some here when you were chosen as Ceann."
[Carac(#32384)] "They do not intend to attack?" Gregoir asks with some surprise. Though his surprise is quickly compounded by the next statement. "Here? Some of them were here inside Creatrach?" He sits back in his chair and blinks in surprise.
He shakes his head in surprise. "Well that might explain what happened to the smith," he says with another shake of his head. "If I provide maps will you mark out the places where they are hiding, the scouts, and anything else we should be aware of?"
"O'neil? Aye.. he is up with them along with a hefty portion of your supplies. Carac came back a few months ago with the man." Flynn nods in agreement at the question of the maps. "I can do that." The man looks down, his brow furrowing in thought as he considers something in silence. When he lifts his gaze again he asks, "How soon do you think you might make a move? There is someone.. a colleague, of sorts."
[Carac(#32384)] Gregoir shifts in his chair and raises a brow slightly. "I can not say when we will make our move," he says. "I will have to go over this information with my advisors, but if they do not intend to attack . . ." he shakes his head as he trails off.
"Would you like me to have quarters prepared for you for the evening?" he asks. "Or will you be leaving us shortly?"
"A night's rest in a real bed would be welcome. The ruins of Mathain are not the most comfortable." Flynn says with a chuckle. He finally pockets the coins as he sits up again. "I can work on your map and have it ready for you in the morning. It will take some time for me to mark everything with adequate detail, though I admit, my handwriting is not the greatest."
[Carac(#32384)] Gregoir gives a nod. "I will have quarters and a meal prepared for you," he says as he rises from his seat. "Take as much time as you need with the maps," he adds. "And if you have need of anything all you need do is ask."
He opens the door and smiles. "I am glad I was able to assist you and hope that I can do so again in the future."
Flynn stands and gives the Ceann a short bow. "Glad to be of service, Ceann. I appreciate your open mind in this matter." Some of the stress is beginning to ease from the man already and he has a bit more energy to his movement as he leaves through the door. He's one step closer.
Players: Flynn, Gregoir
Located in: Dunlending
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