Post by Lady Edfeil on Aug 20, 2012 9:31:47 GMT -5
She was pleased with herself. Had the Master Sergeant nae confessed his frustration with the lack of veterans amongst the guards. Three years ago, when the lancers set out to aide Caernarfon, they had lost many of the elite. The ranks were filling up well, and with Prince Dieter's training and Sir Hawkmoon's selection, the younger men taking their place were doing well. Security was perhaps better in Windstorm than it had ever been since her father's days. But they were lacking the experienced men of the sword, those that had seen combat before. At least that was with Gerben had told her, after she'd asked his explanation for the little incident earlier in the Hall.
It pleased her therefor to explain their recent turmoil to a visitor who might be willing to aide. Connor Mac Roth seemed a sensible man to her, and kind enough to offer his aide. In truth he'd even refused coin when she offered it, choosing only to avail himself of her hospitality. A stranger's eyes would see Windstorm from a different light, and would also show her iffen the careful precautions they were taking would nae cross the laws of hospitality. She could nae wait to tell the Master Sergeant, as well as Dieter and Hawkmoon.
It pleased her therefor to explain their recent turmoil to a visitor who might be willing to aide. Connor Mac Roth seemed a sensible man to her, and kind enough to offer his aide. In truth he'd even refused coin when she offered it, choosing only to avail himself of her hospitality. A stranger's eyes would see Windstorm from a different light, and would also show her iffen the careful precautions they were taking would nae cross the laws of hospitality. She could nae wait to tell the Master Sergeant, as well as Dieter and Hawkmoon.