Logs:Great Things
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| RL Date: 15 July, 2011 |
| Who: Kesil, K'del as ST |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Caedar has an assignment for Kesil. |
| Where: Caedar's Office, High Reaches Hold |
| When: Day 28, Month 3, Turn 26 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Rynien/Mentions |
| It's Rynien's Steward who deals with matters such as these, matters the Lord can't - officially - have anything to do with. Caedar is in his late thirties, a Hold-native unconnected by Blood, but one who has worked his way up through the ranks over the past turns. It's Caedar, then, who sends for Kesil one late morning at the end of winter; he can be found in his office, a spacious, well-appointed room not far from Rynien's own. Dark-blond Caedar sits behind his desk, drumming his fingers upon the bare wood; he looks thoughtful. A knock on the door heralds Kesil's arrival, only the briefest pause offered at the entrance before the young man strides purposefully into the office. His face remains impassive as he approaches the steward, halting before the desk with eyes looking to meet those of Caedar. His face splits into a grin as he offers a congenial hand to his mentor, "Good morning to you, Caedar. To what do I obey my summons, today?" "Kesil," says the Steward in lieu of a more specific greeting; he accepts the younger man's hand, shaking it firmly, then waves the other towards the empty chair in front of the desk, the liquor cabinet near the wall. "I've a task. I think - and I am not alone in this - that you might be the person for the job; the right person. A sensitive job. Something..." He lets the words linger, considering Kesil impassively for several seconds before he concludes, "challenging." Sliding out the chair, Kesil flops rather unceremoniously onto it. He cocks an ear to the steward, casual grin sliding off his face as the task is laid out before his eyes. "I am at your, and the Holds, command. You know that I am one you can always place your trust in." He gives a quirk of his lips, "What do you mean by... challenging?" Caedar's posture is straight, but there's a certain amount of fondness in his expression as he considers Kesil. "I know that," he agrees. And so, his expression suggests, does Rynien. But that name never passes through this room, not in these meetings. "You know of the deal between us and the weyr. They will keep those exiles there, out of our way. There is... a certain amount of concern that, frankly, the weyr won't hold up their end of the deal. We want to know if they don't." "I do." Kesil affirms with a nod of his head, regarding the deal between Hold and the Weyr regarding the exiles that is. The mention of the exiles draws a frown from the otherwise laid back manner of the fellow, "I don't doubt it. It is easy for them tucked away in their Weyr to just cater to whomever yells the loudest. They-" He pauses, taking a deep breath, the subject clearly one he has some emotion towards, "- deserve -nothing-." He raises he gaze to the face of his mentor, "What will you have me do?" "They're pretenders," agrees Caedar, rather more neutral. "They've no rights to anything, not from us. But we can afford to be charitable: they can stay at the weyr, certainly." He drums his fingers upon the table again, giving the polished surface a glance before he turns his attention back to Kesil. "We have no shortage of information from the weyr, of course," he continues, referring to the various spies the Hold has in place. "But we'd like to get closer. We'd like you to infiltrate, and get to know these exiles. That's step one." "Yes. The Weyr is where they should remain," Kesil offers an agreement of his own, tempering his own tone. Resting an arm on the desktop, Kesil regards Caedar with a raised brow, encouraging the man to offer up further information on the plan at hand. "You want me to get to know them? Befriend these usurpers?" He runs a finger along his jaw in thought, "I do not like it, but I will do whatever it takes for this Hold." Caedar presses his hands flat upon the table, palm down, and nods. "Befriend them. Find out their plans. Ply them with information if you need to-- there's no need to make it all /good/ information. You'll have to be careful: there are bound to be others at the weyr who recognise you. That doesn't need to be a problem, though." He holds his silence for a handful of seconds, then, before adding, "We trust you to maintain a reasonable cover story." Adopting a voice made to sound falsly excited, Kesil replies, "I've always wanted to live at the Weyr, I will do whatever I can to help you all!" Offering a small smirk, "Will that do? I don't plan on bringing attention to myself." The young man tilts his head towards the steward, "I will do whatever I can to make sure that-" He pauses pointedly, the name unspoken on his lips, "-the blood here stays pure." It's enough to make Caedar crack a smile; he looks approving, nodding firmly to expression the sentiment. "You'll do just fine," he concludes, with another nod for that last statement. "I know you will. Stage two of your assignment, however, might be a little bit more delicate. I need you to make the Weyrleaders trust you. I don't mind how you do it, but if you can win their confidence, even in some small way, you might be in a position to--" He hesitates, clearly hunting for the right words. "Understand their intentions. Their plans." A look of pride enters Kesil's face, the scope of the assignment looking to be almost touching to the young man, "I... Don't know what to say. I'm honoured that you feel me deserving of the trust needed for this assignment." He lets out a grin, looking more than a little overwhelmed with the scope of the task, but looking more that willing to push forward anyway. "I will. I will offer the Weyrleaders enough of my confidance for them to trust me, but keep the important parts mine alone. To send to you, that is." He wrings his hands before asking ,somewhat hesitantly, "Is there more?" Pleased, with a definite hint of pride to his expression, too, Caedar inclines his head forward. "Excellent," he concludes, drawing his hands together, now, clasping fingers around fingers. "You're going to do fine, Kesil. Start small, work your way up; I'm sure you know how to do it." A beat. "You should be ready to go in three days. The snows are beginning to clear: it shouldn't be too difficult for you to arrange your passage. If there's anything you need before then, you know where to find me." Sensing a conclusion to this meeting, Kesil pushes back from the desk, rising slowly out of his chair, eyes remaining fixed on Caedar. "I can handle this. You won't regret making this decision." Now on his feet, he raises a knuckle to his brow, respect for the older man evident on his features, "I will go begin preparations immediately." Taking a step towards the door, he turns to ask, "Should I assume this is just between you and me?" Approvingly, Caedar inclines his head towards Kesil, allowing a hint of a smile to appear about the corners of his mouth. "Best of luck, Kesil," he says, genuinely, in a tone that is much more personal than his has largely been, throughout this conversation. "I anticipate great things from you." He confirms the last with another nod, saying, "It is. Keep it close, Kesil. The fewer people who know--" But he trails off, presumably because he assumes this is not really news. He rises, a sign of quiet respect allowed as the younger man goes. "I will keep your trust as well as that of the Hold." Kesil inclines his head towards the steward as he heads out the door, "Farewell, friend. I will not let you down." And with that, the young man disappears around the corner and back into the depths of the Hold, preparations likely already begun. |
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