(514-02-05) Adding to the Party
Summary: Kamron suggests two additions to the ghostly quest to Acwel. Syndra cameos.
Date: February 5, 514
Related: Ghostly Festivities and Our Christian Duty
acwel kamron syndra 


It's just a quiet night at the boar's beard. Acwel is sitting at a table, apparently for four, and he's ordered a few ales for himself already, along with a whole lot of food. Perhaps he hasn't eaten all day, which, to be quite honest, is rather likely in this season.

It has been two days since the meeting with the Earl, one of which Kamron spent completely cut off from the world. Now, however, his attire is just slightly aged, rather than disheveled, and his hair is merely mussed. Still, he's looking for Acwel, and upon finding him, approaches directly, offering up a slightly-tight smile, "Sir Acwel. Just the man I was looking for. Can you spare a moment of your time?"

"Of course I can. Join me, Sir Kamron," Acwel offers, looking towards his squire, "Fetch me another mug for the good knight here." And then, dismissing said squire, he looks towards the Dinton knight, sliding one of the plates of hams towards the man. "What would you like to talk about?"

pose bows his head in thanks, slipping into the seat, hesitating, and then nodding, drawing the offered plate across, "Thank you. First of all, I wanted to apologize for my demeanor during the meeting with Earl Robert. It was unworthy of a knight and detrimental to our cause." He immediately brushes past that point, "I also have two suggestions for those who might join our quest."

Kamron bows his head in thanks, slipping into the seat, hesitating, and then nodding, drawing the offered plate across, "Thank you. First of all, I wanted to apologize for my demeanor during the meeting with Earl Robert. It was unworthy of a knight and detrimental to our cause." He immediately brushes past that point, "I also have two suggestions for those who might join our quest."

"Who?" Acwel is more than willing to sidestep the part where the meeting with Earl Robert wound up in a slightly surlier Kamron, and as such, on to the better business topics. "I would hazard a guess, but I think assumptions are dangerous, so I will hear your suggestions." He grins at that.

It's just because of the last comment that Kamron starts with the second name, "Sir Lorengel de Berwick Saint James. In addition to being a skilled knight, he is a bard, and nearly as charming as myself." Given his previous comment on his unfortunate behavior, and the (slightly tight) laughter that accompanies these words, he's probably joking, or at least making light of his own abilities. "And then, I was thinking that a lady knight would be an excellent choice to quietly increase our ability to protect the other ladies, and I thought that Sir Arian de Laverstock would make an admirable choice. She is, however, not a Christian, and so I wanted to check with you before inviting her along directly, given how and where we were called to the quest. My cousins, however, agreed that it might be wise to have a follower of the Old Ways with us, so that we do not seem to any Pagans in Exeter to be prosecuting them on the basis of their religion."

Coming into the tavern just now Syndra carries herself with a regal sort of poise. The short noblewoman is dressed in an elegant dress her ebony curls spilling down her back. She moves with grace each step causing her hips to sway ever so slightly as she steps in and moves towards her normal table. Only to find its occupied by a pair of gentlemen. She studies both a moment and then she approches them offering a polite curtsey as she comes to stand near there table. The conversation is overheard and a dark brow raises slight curiousity showing in her dark eyes as she speaks. Her voice is soft, gentle but with a measure of confidence to it as well. "Good day to you both. Would either of you mind if I joined you? I would not wish to intrude though so if you would rather I leave you be, I will understand."

"That might be fine, on the latter. The former, I have yet to meet with this Sir Lorengel. I would like to speak with him, if you can arrange it. I must admit, I am highly skeptical of minstrels, let alone minstrel knights. However, if you can vouch for his good conduct throughout the journey and possibly keep him from, say, creating a conflict by sleeping with some lordling's daughter — you know how these bards are — I will say yes, of course." Acwel remarks, sipping from his mug of ale before Kamron is served his own mug by Alun, the Woodford knight's squire. "Her being a Pagan has absolutely little bearing in making sure the mission is accomplished. Who knows, it might even inspire her in following the Way of the Cross." Syndra comes in, and the Woodford's attention drifts to the entrance, watching her come in and approach them. Standing to offer a salute in exchange for the curtsey, his gaze dipping to follow hers, he sits back down and offers an amicable nod. "A fine evening indeed, my lady. Please, do join us if you wish. I am always happy to share bread and wine."

Kamron shakes his head at Acwel's judgment on the minstrel, chuckling, "Oh no, Lore and I are old friends from court here in Sarum." The mention of court tightens his voice again, "I think that you can rely upon him to keep his attentions where they are welcomed, and to keep them respectable." The mention of Arian converting causes him to chuckle, "I think it will take rather more than that, Sir Acwel, but if it puts her on that road, I am more than happy." As the woman sweeps up to the table, Kamron rises to his feet, bowing his head, "Lady." It is confirmation of Acwel's invitation, as well as a greeting, "I am Sir Kamron de Dinton. It is a pleasure to share the company of so lovely a lady as yourself."

"Very well," Acwel nods once to Kamron's words as he lifts the mug, before drinking deeply from the ale. "Are you preparing for the trip, Sir Kamron? I have my things set aside, already, and will prefer to keep myself unhurt, though still training since I think we are going to face some rather challenging things along the way."

Kamron takes up his own tankard, lifting it in salute to the tablemates, "Indeed. I'm taking care of a promise first, but there should be no danger of injury involved." A wry little smile touches his lips, "I have no intention of allowing anything to interfere with the God-given quest." He hesitates, and then chuckles slightly, "Well, perhaps not God-given, but given the approval of the Almighty, I should think, given the location and the manner of its delivery."

"It is a blessed quest to celebrate this special time for our Savior," Acwel agrees, flashing Kamron a grin. "Nevertheless, when we do it, I hope we know what to do when we do find the heir of Arnsford. But then, we have been set on this quest on a holy day, in a holy place. We will be enlightened on what to do, then. And perhaps learn something valuable in the process."

Kamron sips from his tankard, nodding slowly, then sets aside the ale to start in on the ham pushed before him, "I do hope that it will be as simple as bringing the heir back to Arnsford where he can take his rightful place, but nothing can ever be that simple, now can it?" Cutting several neat pieces, he pushes them around the plate for a moment, "So you mentioned that you thought you knew one of the suggestions. Why did you believe I would suggest Sir Arian, Sir Acwel?"

Acwel partitions his own ham quickly with a knife, then starts eating each piece slowly as he considers Kamnos' words. "It is never that simple," he laughs, sipping from his own tankard. Then, on to the second question: "To be quite honest, you two seem to be traveling companions. Perhaps bound by a mutual like of eachother, but who am I to speculate on the feelings of my fellow knights?" He shrugs.

Kamron raises his eyebrows slightly at the first comment on the possible relationship between the two knights, nodding his head just a touch as he lifts the first slice of ham up toward his mouth. The motion freezes, however, as the other man continues, and he clears his throat, shaking his head for all that overly-large ears begin to redden slightly, "I enjoy the company of Sir Arian, but I don't believe it is anything more than that." He's not a particularly good liar, quite bad at it actually, but it's a good sight easier when you're deceiving yourself as well. "I suppose I'll have to be more careful to protect her from any further assumptions. It wouldn't do to keep her from a good match, after all." And then he finally takes in the piece of ham, chewing and swallowing, "I'll see if I can arrange for a chance for you to meet Sir Lorengel, but He is certainly well within the category of 'good people.'"

A chuckle comes from Acwel but it is in good nature, as he chooses not to jest with the other knight about the embarrassment, or the vehement denial. "I would appreciate that meeting, yes, though with you vouching for him, I am certain that I will have a high opinion of the man, myself." He pauses, just to renege on his previous silence and say, "If it is as you suggest, then you should not change your approach to her. It will only make it more obvious."

Kamron keeps working on the meal, shrugging a little helplessly as he considers the other man's advice, "Well, whatever the situation, we've both seen that she can handle herself quite neatly, and Deyr is right, it could be helpful to have a follow of the Old Ways with us. I have no idea how many of the Cornishmen are Christian or Pagan, but it still seems wise to cover our bases."

"The Earl did warn us that Cornwall is quite… savage, still," Acwel points out, though he nods to Kamron's words. "So it is in good auspices that we do so. We should start calling on the knights and ladies to make preparations soon, though. We will be away for … quite sometime. It is only reasonable we go fully prepared."

Kamron nods his agreement, "So we have Lore there for those who are cultured, and Sir Arian for those who are savage." Laughter teases at the edges of his words, and his blue-grey eyes glitter with amusement. Picking up the tankard once more, he hefts it and takes a swig, "My squire is at Dinton now making arrangements for the trip. Like I mentioned, I have a promise I need to keep, but I should be ready to go soon. It may not be the best time for travel, but it will be better before the rains come with a vengeance."

Acwel nods in agreement to his assessment. "With rains, we will have to stop thrice as much as it is now, which means we would have to bring barrels of this," he lifts the tankard and drinks deeply from it before laughing. "My own squire," he gestures to the young man waiting, "has made most of the arrangements already. It is likely that we will need to purchase a few trinkets more, but we will be set, after that."
pose finishes off the last of the little meal, pushing back from the table and bowing his head slightly, "My thanks for the meal, Sir Acwel. I'll check in again as soon as I return to Sarum, and we'll see if we can't get everyone moving, yes?" Rising, he offers out his arm to be clasp, "Go with God." And after any return pleasantries, he's off into the night again.

Kamron finishes off the last of the little meal, pushing back from the table and bowing his head slightly, "My thanks for the meal, Sir Acwel. I'll check in again as soon as I return to Sarum, and we'll see if we can't get everyone moving, yes?" Rising, he offers out his arm to be clasp, "Go with God." And after any return pleasantries, he's off into the night again.

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