Logs:The Marriage Must Go On
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| RL Date: 30 March, 2012 |
| Who: Monti, K'del as ST |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Monti has been posted to High Reaches Weyr. Breimar and Aughan have a job for him. |
| Where: Breimar's Office, Crom Hold |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Aughan/Mentions |
| 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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