St. Boethius
The Pious Philosopher
Victarion Greyjoy (Present)
[SIZE= 12px]Victarion entertained the thought of joining a melee, it had been a while since he had tested his steel. Although a while for iron born may be a week for others, their culture was a warrior culture, the greatest in all the seven kingdoms or so they had themselves believe. Victarion was aware of the strengths and weaknesses of his people, along with the sometimes narrow and borderline idiotic thinking, he had studied the failed rebellions and conquests of the pasts and could only see the same mistakes happening over and over again. When the Kraken came onto the land it imploded upon itself and the greenlanders merely poked them back into the sea however on the waves they were almost unstoppable. "I fear my will be wrapping her arms around my neck for the majority of the festivities, do not think her a weak woman though Axell I will do you a service and warn you of her temper." It was rare for Victarion to even try and be humorous so he hoped Axell would appreciate that. But before he had a chance to reply a man boomed his greetings from across the garden and began to approach them.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 12px]Victarion wasted no time identifying the man, the way he touched and spoke to Axell gave off the impression of a friend, that was not a surprise after all. Tyrells were an ever popular family. The stranger was young, couldn't be older than Victarion, maybe a few years his minor. He wore the sigil of House Redwyne on his garments, likely of the main line the way he acted. It did not take long at all for Victarion to come to the conclusion that this was Lord Austen Redwyne of the Arbor, his father had passed away recently leaving him and his sister Ave Redwyne to fend for themselves. He glared at the young lord as he spoke to him [/SIZE]"..." [SIZE= 12px]Victarion paused for an extended period of time that filled the gardens with silence, it was a pain in the arse meeting all these new people in a short space of time, he could only hope that the drowned god would give him a break soon. [/SIZE]"Nay I don't believe we have... Well met Lord Austen, I have heard many things of you." [SIZE= 12px]He didn't specify what those things were of course, although he didn't necessarily have to as folk tended to take that positive.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 12px]@Savagai @TheFordee14[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 18px]Victarion Greyjoy (Past)[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 12px]Victarion shook his head at the man, he was a fool for doing such a reckless act. If anyone else had caught him doing this then no doubt he would have lost the hand that plucked the poppy from the soil. He spoke of a friend who let them into the Red Keep... The fact someone was smuggling people into the red keep was warrant to continue questioning enough but Victarion still had his suspicions on the nature of this petty thiefs character. It was just a gut feeling but the man seemed almost dishonest but he was unable to pin point in what exactly he was dishonest about. [/SIZE][SIZE= 12px]"You have my word I will not punish you or your friends... Now you best get out of here before anyone else sees you, I doubt you will receive the same kindness from them." [/SIZE][SIZE= 12px]He turned his back to the flower thief, waiting for him to disperse behind his back so perhaps he could be dishonest with himself about letting a criminal escape freely.[/SIZE]
@SleepyBuddha
"Of course thank you m'lord." Arin said before quickly walking out of the garden when the greyjoy had his back turned. So far so good on Arin's account. Now he just needed to get the poppy to a street urchin so that it would reach the guild safely and he could continue with his roaming of the Red Keep unimpeded. Of course if he ran into the greyjoy again he would either have to continue with this facade he had created of being a love struck servant boy or let him know that Arin lied to him so he could get an ingredient for the guild. In retrospect Arin thought it probably would have been okay to tell the greyjoy the truth, as they don't exactly have the greatest relationship with the hand, but he could just drop a hint for the Ironborn. " If you every are in need of any medicine go to the alchemist guild and ask for Arin. I'll do my best to repay this debt." With that Arin disappeared into the halls.