Elendor
Discussion in the Innyard (Three Horses and an Ass TP)
Gwendion and Menelglir discuss a place to practice swordplay in Bree and Lominhur advises against a daytrip eastward. Plans are made for a later meeting
Sort Date: no date set
Location: Bree
Game Date: April 3048
Description:
The afternoon has passed, several long hours after the lunch hour, the winds have blown the rain clouds away, leaving grey clouds drifting in the distance and a breeze chilling the April air.
Standing in the Innyard is the White Squire Menelglir, his cloak set off to one side as the youth kneels on the ground. Before him is set a low stool--likely a milking stool, from the looks of it--on which there is a piece of protective leather draped. And on top of that is armour, which the Squire is now hard at work on--cleaning one recalcitrant patch of rust by rubbing it hard with a handful of sand. Off to one side is a can of oil and a rag, with which he has been oiling said armor, so that oil and dirt now stain both his face and white tunic.
[Gwendion(#24427)]
"Have you had a chance to scout much of the town?" comes Gwendion's voice from behind the squire, "We should spend some time on your lessons but I rather not do so for a crowd."
[Lominhur(#19466)]
"Aye, there are some things which are best kept away from gentle folk's attention," agrees another voice then, and leaning against an outer post of the Inn-yard is the cloaked figure of Lominhur. He smiles mildly to both Knight and Squire, though the former earns a bow of his head in greeting.
"Sir?" Menelglir looks up from his work, brushing hair out of his eyes with the back of his arm and succeeding in smearing the grease on his forehead. "Almost finished wiht this, though likely it needs replacement of some of the rings and not just a polishing. As for scouting, I..."
But that conversation is interrupted by the sudden arrival of the cloaked Ranger, such that Menelglir gives a little start of surprise and a frown of a greeting to the man. "Hare."
[Gwendion(#24427)]
"Master Hare, you found us out again."
For a time the Knight regards the Ranger, taking in his features as best he can underneath his cowl, "You then do not count yourself among their number? The gentlefolk I mean."
[Lominhur(#19466)]
"You yourself remarked that I seem to have travelled far and knows the land," answers the Hare, still lingering by the post, his arms folded lazily across his chest. "As I am sure you have also noticed, this land is far from tame in places, and one who travels often within it need know as much of the sword and the bow as well as kind words to a passer by. I am no brigand, but have had my share of ungentle experiences."
He stirs then, walking calmly and slowly towards the others. "As it would seem, have you, to bring such battle gear to the quiet streets of Bree. And even you yourself," the Ranger adds then, looking down to Menelglir, "mentioned trouble in.. Dunland, was it?"
"There is a fair ground, near the market, unused as yet it seems," Menelglir says, now answering the Knight's question. He picks up the oil and a cloth and rubs at the troublesome spot of rust, then draws back a bit to look at the work. "Will that do, sir?"
A glance is given to the Ranger, then to the Knight again as he continues. "If you know the land, Master Hare, perhaps you could recommend a spot, then? And...yes...some trouble in Dunland. We -did- have Rohirrim with us at the time..."
[Gwendion(#24427)]
"And those two peoples do not speak in words, not anymore," Gwendion too crosses his arms, "No, your eyes marked you beyond the gentlefolk when I first saw you and your compatriots, even if I cannot fathom yet just what I should think of you. Do you have an answer to that lingering question as well, Master Hare?"
He glances then at the armor, pursing his lips as he appraises the work, "I have seen your work thus far but I rather know if you believe it will do, Squire."
"No, not in words. Riddles. And questions to questions." Menelglir checks a sigh and grimaces at the armor, then sets to rubbing it again, this time with sand. "I feel out of practice, Sir," he continues to Gwendion as he works. "Too much time tending to horses and armor and talking to people."
[Gwendion(#24427)]
"Once a spot has been found, we will run your drills. I fear they will not be practiced for naught," the Knight replies grimly, "But it is good to hear your miss of them. Remember always that no man rises to an occasion, only to the level and quality of his training. Luck has its place in a conflict, but men who live do so through wits and reflex. Be always ravenous for a word of advice or criticism in your forms."
"Is that, then, what you and Sir Arathis were speaking of on his arrival the other night?" Menelglir asks, switching to the oiled rag again. "That the way ahead is bleak? Findon was showing me a map and..."
The squire's mouth twitches, he glances to the Ranger, then to his work again. "To the level and quality of training, yes sir."
[Gwendion(#24427)]
"Nay, Squire, worry not on such matters," Gwendion he waves off the boy's concerns with his hand, "The future will be what it will be. Worrying about it only inhibits what your abilities now. Plan for what might, prepare for it and when it comes, you will have no worries because it has been planned for and prepared for. We are on a dangerous trip, so plan for danger. Prepare for it. When it comes, you will perform as you have trained."
"Sir." A nod and Menelglir bends his head to his work, though he does glance again to the Ranger ere he does so. "The horses need exercise. Findon and I were going to ask to ride to a place on the maps that is marked--only a day from here, we reckon. I couldn't think there would be much harm in that..."
[Gwendion(#24427)]
"I think you are asking me a question," Gwendion replies with some confusion, "But I heard none."
"Permission to ride a day east of here, sir?" Menelglir says sharply, looking up. "Not alone, with Findon."
[Gwendion(#24427)]
"You can tell Lord Isilirim that I approve of such a ride, but he is in charge of this company and I know not his heart on this matter thus you must ask him." He leans forward, taking hold of his armor from the Squire, "You have done a fine job, Menelglir. Spend your time now on a more rewarding task while I examine the fair grounds."
[Lominhur(#19466)]
"If such a ride you make," remarks Lominhur to Menelglir's words, "then you may well find the swordplay you speak of. This land has perils, and as one who walks it often I would advise against it. Training and preperation will serve one in good stead, as you say, Sir Gwendion, but in your travels so far I think it was indeed Luck that aided you most, if you saw no trouble along the Great East Road."
He sniffs then. "Indeed, I would ask that you do not leave Bree for the time being. I wish to speak with you again, though not tonight, in more private surroundings, and there I can better explani the perils of which I speak -- once again the gentle folk of Bree need not hear of them. Will you agree to my request, at least until you have heard my reasons in full?"
"Thank you sir," Menelglir replies, starting to set his tools aside. "A bath it is I think I need, though I'm not sure how the innkeep will take to that request. And..." A sharp look now is given to the Ranger, brow creasing, though the Squire says nothing but looks to the Knight.
[Gwendion(#24427)]
"A simple request to grant, Master Hare. We shall do as you request," Gwendion says, with a bow of his head, "For now, Squire a bath sound like a fine idea. We will speak of your ride another time."
"Find us in the Inn at your leisure tonight. If Arathis is available, we will hear your words. Until then," he hoists his armor over his shoulder, "A good day to you, Master Hare."
[Lominhur(#19466)]
"And to you both, in turn," replies the Ranger. "I shall seek you when the light has gone and folks are in bed."
And with that Lominhur turns to stride away.
The afternoon has passed, several long hours after the lunch hour, the winds have blown the rain clouds away, leaving grey clouds drifting in the distance and a breeze chilling the April air.
Standing in the Innyard is the White Squire Menelglir, his cloak set off to one side as the youth kneels on the ground. Before him is set a low stool--likely a milking stool, from the looks of it--on which there is a piece of protective leather draped. And on top of that is armour, which the Squire is now hard at work on--cleaning one recalcitrant patch of rust by rubbing it hard with a handful of sand. Off to one side is a can of oil and a rag, with which he has been oiling said armor, so that oil and dirt now stain both his face and white tunic.
[Gwendion(#24427)]
"Have you had a chance to scout much of the town?" comes Gwendion's voice from behind the squire, "We should spend some time on your lessons but I rather not do so for a crowd."
[Lominhur(#19466)]
"Aye, there are some things which are best kept away from gentle folk's attention," agrees another voice then, and leaning against an outer post of the Inn-yard is the cloaked figure of Lominhur. He smiles mildly to both Knight and Squire, though the former earns a bow of his head in greeting.
"Sir?" Menelglir looks up from his work, brushing hair out of his eyes with the back of his arm and succeeding in smearing the grease on his forehead. "Almost finished wiht this, though likely it needs replacement of some of the rings and not just a polishing. As for scouting, I..."
But that conversation is interrupted by the sudden arrival of the cloaked Ranger, such that Menelglir gives a little start of surprise and a frown of a greeting to the man. "Hare."
[Gwendion(#24427)]
"Master Hare, you found us out again."
For a time the Knight regards the Ranger, taking in his features as best he can underneath his cowl, "You then do not count yourself among their number? The gentlefolk I mean."
[Lominhur(#19466)]
"You yourself remarked that I seem to have travelled far and knows the land," answers the Hare, still lingering by the post, his arms folded lazily across his chest. "As I am sure you have also noticed, this land is far from tame in places, and one who travels often within it need know as much of the sword and the bow as well as kind words to a passer by. I am no brigand, but have had my share of ungentle experiences."
He stirs then, walking calmly and slowly towards the others. "As it would seem, have you, to bring such battle gear to the quiet streets of Bree. And even you yourself," the Ranger adds then, looking down to Menelglir, "mentioned trouble in.. Dunland, was it?"
"There is a fair ground, near the market, unused as yet it seems," Menelglir says, now answering the Knight's question. He picks up the oil and a cloth and rubs at the troublesome spot of rust, then draws back a bit to look at the work. "Will that do, sir?"
A glance is given to the Ranger, then to the Knight again as he continues. "If you know the land, Master Hare, perhaps you could recommend a spot, then? And...yes...some trouble in Dunland. We -did- have Rohirrim with us at the time..."
[Gwendion(#24427)]
"And those two peoples do not speak in words, not anymore," Gwendion too crosses his arms, "No, your eyes marked you beyond the gentlefolk when I first saw you and your compatriots, even if I cannot fathom yet just what I should think of you. Do you have an answer to that lingering question as well, Master Hare?"
He glances then at the armor, pursing his lips as he appraises the work, "I have seen your work thus far but I rather know if you believe it will do, Squire."
"No, not in words. Riddles. And questions to questions." Menelglir checks a sigh and grimaces at the armor, then sets to rubbing it again, this time with sand. "I feel out of practice, Sir," he continues to Gwendion as he works. "Too much time tending to horses and armor and talking to people."
[Gwendion(#24427)]
"Once a spot has been found, we will run your drills. I fear they will not be practiced for naught," the Knight replies grimly, "But it is good to hear your miss of them. Remember always that no man rises to an occasion, only to the level and quality of his training. Luck has its place in a conflict, but men who live do so through wits and reflex. Be always ravenous for a word of advice or criticism in your forms."
"Is that, then, what you and Sir Arathis were speaking of on his arrival the other night?" Menelglir asks, switching to the oiled rag again. "That the way ahead is bleak? Findon was showing me a map and..."
The squire's mouth twitches, he glances to the Ranger, then to his work again. "To the level and quality of training, yes sir."
[Gwendion(#24427)]
"Nay, Squire, worry not on such matters," Gwendion he waves off the boy's concerns with his hand, "The future will be what it will be. Worrying about it only inhibits what your abilities now. Plan for what might, prepare for it and when it comes, you will have no worries because it has been planned for and prepared for. We are on a dangerous trip, so plan for danger. Prepare for it. When it comes, you will perform as you have trained."
"Sir." A nod and Menelglir bends his head to his work, though he does glance again to the Ranger ere he does so. "The horses need exercise. Findon and I were going to ask to ride to a place on the maps that is marked--only a day from here, we reckon. I couldn't think there would be much harm in that..."
[Gwendion(#24427)]
"I think you are asking me a question," Gwendion replies with some confusion, "But I heard none."
"Permission to ride a day east of here, sir?" Menelglir says sharply, looking up. "Not alone, with Findon."
[Gwendion(#24427)]
"You can tell Lord Isilirim that I approve of such a ride, but he is in charge of this company and I know not his heart on this matter thus you must ask him." He leans forward, taking hold of his armor from the Squire, "You have done a fine job, Menelglir. Spend your time now on a more rewarding task while I examine the fair grounds."
[Lominhur(#19466)]
"If such a ride you make," remarks Lominhur to Menelglir's words, "then you may well find the swordplay you speak of. This land has perils, and as one who walks it often I would advise against it. Training and preperation will serve one in good stead, as you say, Sir Gwendion, but in your travels so far I think it was indeed Luck that aided you most, if you saw no trouble along the Great East Road."
He sniffs then. "Indeed, I would ask that you do not leave Bree for the time being. I wish to speak with you again, though not tonight, in more private surroundings, and there I can better explani the perils of which I speak -- once again the gentle folk of Bree need not hear of them. Will you agree to my request, at least until you have heard my reasons in full?"
"Thank you sir," Menelglir replies, starting to set his tools aside. "A bath it is I think I need, though I'm not sure how the innkeep will take to that request. And..." A sharp look now is given to the Ranger, brow creasing, though the Squire says nothing but looks to the Knight.
[Gwendion(#24427)]
"A simple request to grant, Master Hare. We shall do as you request," Gwendion says, with a bow of his head, "For now, Squire a bath sound like a fine idea. We will speak of your ride another time."
"Find us in the Inn at your leisure tonight. If Arathis is available, we will hear your words. Until then," he hoists his armor over his shoulder, "A good day to you, Master Hare."
[Lominhur(#19466)]
"And to you both, in turn," replies the Ranger. "I shall seek you when the light has gone and folks are in bed."
And with that Lominhur turns to stride away.
Players: Gwendion,Menelglir,Lominhur
