Lanisen leaves the kennels, pausing to rinse off his doggy hands, and stands people-watching for a moment as he dries his hands with a handkerchief.
Deonyc walks into the center of the ward from the archery stall, a bag in hand. He sees the son of Adam in front of the kennels and walks over towards him. “Lanisen, am I right?”
Lanisen says, “Uhh.” He gives the man a narrow look, glancing briefly at the dagger sheathed at his side. “That’s right. ‘Fraid I don’t recollect your name, though.”
Deonyc notices the man’s glance at the dagger and takes it off his belt and puts it in his satchel. “The name’s Deonyc.”
Lanisen says, “Pleasure.”
Deonyc asks, “Do you work at the kennels, or were you just stopping by?”
Lanisen says, “I work there. Done for years.”
Deonyc asks, “Do you go hunting as well then, or not so much?”
Lanisen says, “Not– not so much.”
Deonyc looks at the sky trying to gauge the time, “You needing to go somewhere? I really don’t want to be keeping you from anything, castle folk usually are busy.”
Lanisen shifts. “No, no, not at all.”
Deonyc turns towards Lanisen again. “You’re a squire, am I right?”
Lanisen hesitates and says, “That’s right.”
Deonyc notices the slight hesitation but doesn’t make much of it, “Who are you a squire to?”
Lanisen says, “Um, to Sir Colin. He’s not– um, he’s in Carmichael right now.”
Deonyc looks a bit confused at this, “How come your here then?”
Lanisen says, “Because that’s– it– just worked out better that way, is all.”
Deonyc seems to accept the answer, “You just feel more comfortable being here than in Carmichael? ”
Lanisen gives him a startled look, and then looks away. “It’s just how matters fell,” he repeats.
Deonyc looks up at the sun again, “I thought I would just see and get to know people a bit better around here. ‘Twas nice talking to you, Lanisen.”
Lanisen says, a little uncertain, “Right. You too.”
Deonyc makes a short nod in Lanisen’s direction. “See you round, I guess. ”
Lanisen nods in return.