Logs:Free Information
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| RL Date: 13 February, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Rh'mis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis wants information. Rhey is... not especially obliging. |
| Where: Rhey's Place (Keep Out), High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 1, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, Wulfan/Mentions |
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>---< Rhey's Place (Keep Out), High Reaches Weyr(#1558R) >-------------------<
Past the heavy curtain of the entrance, the weyr is simple enough, a pair
of oval caverns joined at the entrance: one for the dragon, with a series
of hooks and shelves for straps and other gear, and a smaller one for the
rider that comes equipped with a large if creaky bed and a gigantic carved
armoire that must have been assembled in place. There's enough space for a
small table by the hearth, which seems plain and utilitarian... until one
looks at the ironwork inside, cleverly made to not only toast bread but
serve as a rotisserie when desired. Opposite, in the deepest and most
shadowy part of the weyr, hangs the walls' only decoration: a tapestry
that's dull and faded with age to match the place's air of general
disuse... but behind it is a latched door, low-linteled enough that a
petite woman could only barely pass through without ducking her head.
Behind that, an equally low-ceiinged staircase spirals down.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 19 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 10s
Rh'mis M 20 5'6" Scrawny, Brown hair, Blue eyes 0s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Ledge
>------------------------------------------< 1D 1M 37T I10, winter night >---< Fog, cold, and silvery moonlight makes for an eerie tableau even as the greenrider deposits her charge at the brownrider's ledge. Edyis waves her off, tugging the borrowed flight jacket more tightly about herself making her way over toward the curtain. "Hello? Anyone home?" If there is anyone home, they've not made the place especially welcoming; there's no fire visible through the curtain, though at least the natural insulation of the stone keeps it from being too cold. Edyis' greeting does, after a few seconds, result in some movement within and then, finally, Rhey's head appears around the edge of it. "What?" Sharp. Edyis lifts a brow at the sharp greeting. "I would ask if you were always this charming, but I already know the answer. Do I at least get to come in? Or maybe I overestimated your ability to help." The last murmured just loud enough to carry, but could have just as easily been something meant only for herself. "No... must have come to the wrong place." She seems to decide. Rhey shrugs. Plainly, it doesn't seem to bother him if Edyis decides he's not worth pursuing; his head disappears. Of course, it's the middle of winter in High Reaches, and the greenrider has already left-- it'll be a long, cold wait, if she stays outside. The former scribe does what any sensible person in her situation would do; she pushes through the curtain after him. "I really don't understand how someone in the information business can be so... so... antisocial." She finds the word at last, dark eyes adjusting to the lack of fire, perhaps scanning the room for the means of making one. Almost like she makes a habit of barging into peoples' weyrs uninvited. Rhey doesn't answer; he's too busy stalking back towards the table by the hearth. There's a small supply of cromcoal, there, even if it's not set up in preparation for a fire; Rhey, wearing several sweaters, doesn't seem to have seen the need. "What do you want?" he prompts, finally, once he's sitting again. Edyis doesn't waste much time moving to the hearth, beginning the process of starting a fire. "What do I always come to you for, if not your charming companionship?" She murmurs though not without a tinge of sarcasm. "What do you know about Nabol's former steward?" Her dark eyes never lifting from her work. Sarcasm doesn't seen to work on Rhey; he doesn't react. Plainly, he simply doesn't care. More interesting, however, is that question-- it's subtle, but yes, there's a tapping of his fingers upon the table. "You mean Tevrane's, not Ustelan's." Or Rone's. "She promoted him personally. He's related to her son-in-law. Cromese." Edyis mms, as she finally manages to coax a spark into a flame. "Cromese? I imagine he was quite diligent in his duty then? No glaring flaws of character or capability?" Feeding the tiny flame slowly now, coaxing it into something that might actually warm the room. "He was fine." Rhey's tone is bland; deliberately so. He doesn't glance in Edyis' direction, or anywhere near the flame. "And now he's Holder of Esvay." "Funny isn't it?" Not that she's actually laughing about it, deliberately focusing on the fire. Once she's satisfied with it she stands, dusting her hands off. "And what other interesting tales have you heard I wonder?" Rh'mis says, "Is it?" If it is, Rhey's not laughing either. Then again... does he even know how to laugh? Even as Edyis stands, he doesn't glance at her. "Gave you all that for free, didn't I? Man's got to make a living." "Mm. Things I could easily have asked of someone else." She smiles. "But what of value would I have to trade? Surely a man who does not even keep a fire in his hearth does not want for much?" Dark eyes are lifting to search about the room for a comfortable spot to sit. There's another chair across the table from Rhey's, though it's presently piled high with... dirty laundry? "You're the one who wants something," he points out. Edyis snorts moving to the chair, picking up one of the items and giving it a delicate sniff, as though to determine it's cleanliness, before making a terrible face. The rest is tipped and nudged into a somewhat tidy pile on the floor to be dealt with later, her mouth pressing into a grim line. She glares at it, not that it is the laundry's fault it stinks; that blame falls squarely on Rhey. "Yes, but bartering is usually an exchange. Both parties must want for something." She settles into the chair. "I doubt cleaning service is high on your list either. So in this instance it seems prudent to ask your price." The state of his laundry plainly doesn't bother Rhey, either. He raises his eyebrows, instead. "Seems like you're the person in this exchange who really needs something," he points out. "Me, I'm doing just fine. Up to you to work out what you've got to offer." She sighs. "I doubt you'd be interested in the idle gossip of the Riders' Lounge. The events of Lady Issedi's death are not likely to interest you either." Tossing out one thought after the next like so much rubbish. "See the problem I have is figuring out what makes you tick. You only seem to value information, but even then how to determine what's of use to you." Edyis shrugs, looking back to the fire, as though thinking. Rh'mis' silence is a pretty good indication that, no, none of these things especially interest him (or perhaps he's confident that he already knows what there is to know). What he says, instead, is, "Have you heard that Glacier is outstaying its welcome to High Reaches Hold? Trying to play the Lord." He... laughs. It sounds odd. Edyis tilts her head, "I had. I can probably guess at what happened. A particularly dedicated former guard got overzealous, again." His laughter has her squinting at him. It simply isn't natural. "Things might have settled otherwise. I wonder though if Igen's newly retired Lord remains under Lord Devaki's hospitality." Rh'mis stops laughing. He stops talking, too. If he knows anything about Wulfan, he makes no comment on it. Instead, he raises his eyebrows: well? Edyis pulls to her feet, at those raised eyebrows. "A woman's got to make a living too. And you got that for free." Heading for the curtain, presumably to wait for her ride's return. "That implies I didn't know it already," says Rhey, who otherwise doesn't move; indeed, he has nothing else to say. Rosvelth, though not present upon the ledge, will no doubt hasten the return of Edyis' ride. This interview? Is finished. |
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