You find yourself on a pretty, grassy lawn that runs along the north side of Cair Paravel’s main tower. Most of it has been trampled quite a bit by feet and hooves of various sizes, as it’s been used as a training field for Cair Paravel’s resident knights. There are a number of flagstone paths, though, that run around the perimeter toward some outbuildings. There is a stable to the north, a wide, stocky watchtower to the northeast, and to the distant east at the end of the peninsula, the naval pier is being constructed. You can see the ocean beyond, stretching out in its twinkly blueness toward the horizon. There isn’t much of a beach that you can detect from here, though.
A door in the north tower leads back into the castle.
Haft looks confused. “Didn’t you say you were his companion-at-arms?”
Mateo nods, “I did say that, this was of course when I was younger. I’ve been with him for quite some time”
Haft says, “That’s something different. Usually a noble hires his protector based on existing skill.”
Mateo says, “Oh, no, I wasn’t always his Companion-at-arms, that came later. ”
Mateo is talking to Haft at the edge of the field, he has that slightly disheveled look of one who’s just had a good work out, a wooden practice sword at his side.
Haft, for his part, looks completely unruffled.
Lanisen makes his way through the grounds, aiming for the tower where they have been staying.
Mateo catches sight of Lanisen and gives him a wave, “Hello Lanisen”
Haft turns and nods in greeting.
Lanisen pauses and ducks his head to return the greeting. He hesitates, then shifts his course to approach them.
Mateo asks, “How’s it going?”
Lanisen glances briefly at Haft before he answers Mateo, “Well enough, thanks.” He squints at the other man’s ruffled state and asks, “You?”
Mateo says, “Oh not too bad” He notes Lanisen’s squint and elaborates, “Just had a friendly little spar with the other guardsman, all in good sport of course”
Lanisen says, “Oh! Sure, of course.”
Mateo asks, “What brings you along this way?”
Lanisen shakes his head. “Nothin’, just wantin’ somethin’ from my pack.”
Mateo nods, “That’s fair enough”
Lanisen asks, glancing between them again, “You plannin’ another spar?”
Mateo chuckles, “Oh, not today I don’t think”
Lanisen lifts his shoulders. “I never know.”
Mateo says, “Of course. Haft here was just watching though, I don’t think he has any intention to.”
Haft says, “No, I think not.”
Lanisen grins, glancing back at Haft. “Well,” he says. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Mateo says, “You’re not interrupting, we were just talking”
Lanisen says, “Oh, er– all right.”
Mateo nods and gives him a reassuring sort of smile.
Haft leans back against a post, just listening, eyes straying to various Creatures practicing their skills.
Lanisen asks, “What were you, what were you talking about?”
Mateo says, “The spar, and where I learned to fight”
Lanisen asks, “Oh?”
Mateo says, “I was just saying his Grace taught me proper swordplay.”
Lanisen asks, “Swordplay and chess, huh?”
Mateo grins a little, “I owe a lot to his Grace”
Lanisen asks, “How’d you meet?”
Mateo says, “He helped me out when I was younger”
Lanisen asks, “Yeah?”
Mateo nods, “Yep.”
Lanisen pauses, and then nods. “We all need a little help sometimes,” he agrees.
Mateo’s expression doesn’t change from his affable smile, but there’s something in his tone that suggests gratitude at the topic being dropped, “That’s right”
Haft’s expression is unreadable.
Lanisen glances at Haft and rubs his elbow.
Mateo rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I should probably be cleaning myself up and checking to see if his Grace needs anything from me, was nice talking to you both.”
Lanisen says, “Yeah, of course. See you around, I suppose.”
Mateo gives him another one of his smiles, trying to lighten the mood, “Should think so, we’re both in the same castle”
Haft says, “See you then.”
Mateo gives them both a wave and a last farewell and heads off.
Haft asks, “Thoughts?”
Lanisen glances at him. He lifts his shoulders. “I don’t know. He don’t seem like a bad sort.”
Haft says, “Maybe not. Let’s hope his employer’s not either.”
Lanisen’s forehead furrows a little and he glances in the direction Mateo disappeared.
Haft says, “You seen him yet? I ain’t.”
Lanisen says, “Yeah, um– met him sort of by accident yesterday morning, tripped over him again last night.”
Haft turns. “Tripped?”
Lanisen says, “Just about. I didn’t see him, he was sittin’ on the steps behind the castle. He was nice about it.”
Haft asks, “Oh. What was he doing there?”
Lanisen says, “Watchin’ the sunset. I dunno.”
Haft says, “Huh. Well…I better go check on Deonyc. ‘Scuse me.”
Lanisen says, “All right.”
Haft strides from the Practice Grounds.
Lanisen turns to wander back toward the watchtower.