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Logs:The Marriage Must Go On

2012-03-31T04:23:28Z

Monti:

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| who = Monti, K'del/ST{{!}}K'del as ST
| where = Breimar's Office, Crom Hold
| what = Monti has been posted to High Reaches Weyr. Breimar and Aughan have a job for him.
| when = Early Month 5, Turn 28
| gamedate = 2012.03.30
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| categories = General, A Time of Instability
| mentions = Aughan
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| log = The transfer orders come directly from the Tanner Craft, of course, instructing Monti to show up at the Weyr on a certain date, and formally making note of various arrangements. It doesn't take long for word of that to spread to the upper echelons of Crom Hold, however-- perhaps they knew already? Anything is possible. It's that very afternoon when one of Lord Aughan's Steward's messengers shows up to request Monti's presence for a chat; it ''is'' a request, not an order, but the young man does linger around in a way that suggests a quick turnaround is expected.

Breimar's office is on the oldest part of the Hold, a large room with the comfortable furnishings one would expect for a man who is - ultimately - the second most powerful figure in the entire Hold. He's older than Lord Aughan, being in his early fifties; fit, lean, and as dangerous as Aughan himself can be. When Monti arrives, he's sitting behind the desk, a glass of something amber-coloured held up to the light of his oil-lamp.

Attempting to condense the belongings he's gathered over the last decade or more into two bags might be more difficult if Monti were the sort to collect and keep everything. As it is, when the messenger arrives, he seems to be trying to figure out the best way to pack his precious tools. Likely with more care than absolutely necessary. He'd probably be going back to that and visiting the Steward later if it weren't for the messenger's continued presence. When he arrives to Breimar's office, Monti stands a few paces within the door and demands no immediate acknowledgement, content to wait on the Steward's convenience.

As soon as he has deposited Monti at Breimar's door, the messenger absents himself, not even taking the time to announce his visitor. Actually, Breimar doesn't really seem to need the warning: although most of his attention remains upon his drink, he considers Monti out of the corner of one eye, and seems almost approving. "Come in," he says, gruff but not unpleasant. "A drink? There's anything you'd like on the sideboard." Anything you like… as long as it is alcoholic, and served neat. "I hear we're about to lose your services, Monti."

A cursory glance is spared the sideboard as Monti steps further along toward the Steward's desk. "I'm good. Thank you," he says as he steps around the chair to take a seat across from the older man. "I've only just heard the same," he returns with a hint of a smile in his trimmed beard. Obviously he hasn't heard just now but it's evidently close enough to make light of it. "I can assure you that Crom will be left in very finely gloved hands."

"As you wish," says Breimar, who is still performing a thorough examination of his own drink, though a moment after speaking, he raises it to his mouth for a sip. It's as he sets it back down upon his great wooden desk that he finally turns the entirety of his attention on the Tanner. "I have no doubt of that. I hope the Weyr," his mouth curls; Crom and High Reaches have often found themselves on opposing sides, and Breimar is, without question, loyal to his Hold. "treats you well. And I hope you will remember, always, where your loyalties lie?"

Though he sits calmly and patiently, the tight smile he offers when Breimar states his hope of the Weyr might suggest that Monti is not entirely thrilled by the idea of his new posting. But it doesn't linger. Instead is eyes narrow intently at the man behind the desk. "I would hope there could be no question of where my loyalties lie, Steward. Or where they will lie in the future. I am loyal to my Hold." He tries not to let it show but that hint of defensiveness at the prospect of his loyalty coming into question at all is hard to hide entirely.

Steepling his fingers might be too obvious (and, okay, too evil); still, Breimar seems pleased with that answer, and even with the defensiveness - even smugly satisfied. "I knew we could rely on you, Monti. A loyal and true son of this hold," which is as much acknowledgement as he will ever get, most likely, "could never forget it. And with circumstances as they are…" He lets that thought hang in the air for several seconds as he reclaims his glass. Then, "There are rumours that High Reaches will break the engagement between Lord Aughan and their daughter, Issedi. High Reaches' heir has clearly spent too much time at Tillek. It cannot be allowed to happen: the wedding must go on." His brows raise as he considers Monti; there's something there, unspoken.

Monti may not be a slow man but he is, after all, just a Tanner. Not some Harper politico. The acknowledgement, such that it is, has him studying Breimar more intensely, those proverbial wheels turning in his head as the man finishes what he has to say. "Yes. Of course." No doubt in his mind that Issedi ought to be marrying Lord Aughan. But he seems a little less clear on the rest of the implication. "Do you expect the Weyr to encourage High Reaches to break the engagement?"

Breimar's smile is amused. "Not quite," he tells Monti, around the edge of his hand-blown glass. "But from what we understand, the Weyr is wary of an alliance between our Holds. It has been many Turns since the daughter of one Major Hold married the Lord of another within the same coverage area, after all." And the Weyr is not, after all, Crom's greatest fan. "No-- they may not do anything so direct. But, for now, the Weyr is ''almost'' neutral in all of this. We'd like to see what happens there. And you-- you will be in a position to watch."

That is much more clear to the Tanner. Monti nods his head, still thoughtful, but he seems more comfortable in the fact that he understands what Breimar is suggesting. "Of course. I'll take it as my duty to keep you informed of anything that could be useful to Crom, Steward." His brows lift just so after he says as much, a silent inquiry if that is, in fact, what Breimar is wanting of him.

Again, Breimar displays that quiet approval. "I knew we could rely on you, Monti," he says, smoothly. "Your Lord and I are grateful. If there is anything we can do to be of assistance--" A forward incline of his head follows, with a quiet smile to match. "We do hope your time at the Weyr will be productive and interesting. And that, in time, you may return home." Triumphantly. "I shan't keep you."

Monti rises from his seat and inclines his head respectfully to the Steward when it's clear that this cozy meeting is over. "Thank you, sir. I'll look forward to returning home. But it will be my honor to serve the Hold in the meantime." He doesn't wait for any further dismissal before turning to take his leave from the Steward's office.

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2012-03-31T02:08:43Z

Monti:

Logs:Usual Affairs

2012-03-30T10:36:34Z

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| where = Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr
| what = Recently arrived Monti meets the young Harper, Toren.
| when = D12 M5 T28
| gamedate = 2012.03.29
| quote = Can't imagine there's much talent hiding in a Weyr.
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| log = Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr

The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook.

Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern.

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The Snowasis is in its usual state of affairs at this hour so it's hard to say whether the light flurrying outside has anything to do with it. Monti is sitting on one of the stools at the bar, turned enough to watch the rest of the floor with the curious interest of someone that isn't quite used to the 'usual affairs' just yet. He has a drink, though, so he's well on his way to fitting in.

Toren comes off stage after finishing another set. After his last performance here he was happy to get another chance, this time no one threw any food at him and his music went over pretty well for those that could hear it. He played intense but not loud so that he didn't drown out any conversations going on, but his music could still be heard. He heads over to the bar as he had put his guitar away in a relatively safe place behind the bar and he sits down to have a drink, "Hello Benden White please."

Though it's not the Harper in particular that Monti has been paying attention to, he does note when the boy comes to the bar. It's not until after he's ordered his wine that the Tanner wonders aloud with one brow arching curiously, "You playing for tips or something? Doesn't seem like the most generous crowd."

Toren looks over and he nods, "Sometimes I get tips sometimes I don't, but I always get a glass of Benden's best when I'm done paying and that with the practice and a very small performance free is enough for this Harper apprentice. My name is Toren. Whom do I have the honor of speaking with?"

"Ah." Monti lifts his own glass, whiskey or something of a similar color, up to take a drink as he listens to the rest of the boy's comment, looking out over the rest of the Snowasis again. "I can't say it's much of an honor to speak with me, to be truthful," he says with a wry smile when he looks back at Toren. "I'm Monti. Pleasure to meet you, Toren."

Toren smiles as his glass of Benden comes over and he nods politely to the bartender, "Thank you kindly." He takes a sip and ahs softly, "Nothing as cool and refreshing." He smiles back at Monti, "A pleasure to meet you too Monti, what is it that you do around the Weyr?"

A look is spared Toren's drink but Monti doesn't seem convinced by the boy's comment. "To each his own," he says with a small lift of his own glass. "Around the Weyr? Nothing, as such. I'm a Tanner, recently posted, and still finding my feet. The crafting complex seems promising, though."

Toren nods, "Very true, it'd be boring if we were all the same." He nods, "It is very nice, I work there when I'm making a new instrument. My parents were recently posted here to help teach the weyr children and to find any prospective harper talent."

"Oh?" Monti's attention is wandering still but he sounds interested enough in the conversation at play here. "Can't say I'd envy that job. Suppose I'll have an apprentice of my own at some point. But I'm in no hurry for that responsibility." Monti turns his head to look at Toren again. "So, you make instruments? Guitars?"

Toren nods, "Yes I'm my parents apprentice, normally they don't allow it, but my mother made a request to keep the family together so I got posted along with them. My mother loves to teach the children, my father is more concerned about finding and teaching the next great harper. So far just drums, I suppose that I've been using some of the fine leather you've been making."

"I've only been here a few days so that seems unlikely." Monti smiles, though. "Besides, there are people better at making leather than me so I'm quite content to leave them to it. It's been awhile since my own leather has been used by anyone but me." He takes another drink, finishing off his glass, and twists to set it down on the bartop. "It's nice that they let you all come together. Can't imagine there's much talent hiding in a Weyr, though."

Toren ahs softly, "Well perhaps in the future I will. It was very nice and you never know there are a lot of people that come in and out of the Weyr especially with candidates and all that, so you never know where talent is hiding."

"People don't come to a Weyr to become crafters." Monti points it out conversationally. "They're more likely to end up here because they have no talents and couldn't get accepted to a Craft. Or because they don't want to deal with whatever responsibilities they're trying to avoid by coming here. Hardly the sort of person I'd want to apprentice. But I suppose one might get lucky and find some candidate with a better grasp on reality once they've been rejected by the dragons."

Toren nods, 'True, but there are a lot of children born here so they might become crafters. Well no matter where a person goes they are going to have to earn their way, be it at a Hold or Weyr or Craft a drudge is a drudge."

"I have no doubt that plenty of Weyr-bred children have the sense to seek a Craft. But the ones that want to, do. And the ones that don't or don't care aren't really worth the time." Monti presses his lips together, no doubt fully aware of the less than optimistic way he sounds. "Anyway, I think it's time for me to head back. But it's been a pleasure talking to you, Toren." Monti offers a polite smile as he rises off the stool to his feet and he fishes an eighth mark out of the pocket of his jacket to put on the counter and slide toward Toren. No one could say he doesn't at least try to support his fellow Crafters. "Have a good evening."

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Monti

2012-03-30T10:19:48Z

Monti:

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Monti

2012-03-30T10:18:58Z

Monti:

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2012-03-30T10:18:20Z

Monti:

Monti

2012-03-30T10:17:35Z

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Solidly built at six foot two, Monti is a man that has seen his share of hard work. His brown hair is pushed back out of his face, the color a little lighter where the sun has faded it. His eyes are a similar shade, a dark brown base with hazel highlights, and his nose looks like it's been broken a time or two. He wears a shortly trimmed beard that frames his jaw with a mustache over his upper lip.

A black shirt is tucked into his trousers, his sleeves rolled up just below his elbows. He wears a sturdy belt around his waist and well-broken boots on his feet.

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