Back in the Field with Evan TammIndex | HomePage | GameLogs | HoldfastGameLogs | Back in the field with Evan Tamm As Evan lay in the field - a cleaner part of it, even while the sun climbed higher in the sky, Garryn once more made his way across the ground carrying the armour provided for the challenge, wearing an unusually thoughtful expression. He set it down without speaking - although something was all too clearly troubling him (this being Garryn). Evan found himself in no mood to chitchat, and inspected the armour with a slightly disdainful air, tossing each piece aside when he'd done sniffing at it. The complete suit was a mishmash of pieces from men of wildly different sizes and social classes, some of whom had clearly met unfortunate ends due to the piece he was holding, but it would do. Under the circumstances, he reasoned that if he was getting beat badly enough that armour was all that was saving him, there was no chance anyway. For his own part, Garyn said nothing, though he seemed to be struggling mightily with some inner turmoil. Eventually, after the fourth theatrical sigh from his younger companion, Evan felt compelled to say something, if only because reaching over and cuffing him would entail more effort than he cared to give. "Is something the matter, then?" he drawled, halfheartedly pretending to be concerned. "Well, it seems a bit strange," Garyn bubbled forth without hesitation. "Master Godwyn called me away, and Ser Godfrey and Ser Kenrith wanted to ask me about your dinner from last night, and I just told them that a serving girl gave it to me, and that was all I knew, and that was all they wanted to know, but they didn't seem very happy about it, but that's all they said, and I don't know what it means, but what do you think it means?" Evan shrugged. "Nothing." "Nothing?" Garyn seemed taken aback. "Nothing." Garyn frowned mightily. "Then why would they ask?" Evan squinted at the greave he was holding, trying to push out a dent with his thumbs. "Maybe they were hoping you'd say a Bolton man gave it to you, so they could blame the Boltons for something else. Or maybe they were just making sure how little you knew, so you couldn't answer any questions that might embarrass them. In which case, not knowing anything might have turned out to be very good for you." He lifted the misshapen piece of metal to the sunlight and peered at it critically. "In any case, it doesn't matter. Probably best if you just forget about it." Evan smiled out of one corner of his mouth. "Actually, they probably specifically meant me," he said with a chuckle. "Or, at least, they definitely meant anyone who might care about the incident, which wouldn't be many here at Holdfast outside of me. But you didn't know anything meaningful, because you didn't know who the girl was. Right?" "Right," Garyn nodded. "Then there's nothing to say," Evan shrugged. "Keep that ignorance, Garyn. I think it'll serve you very well here. Now, did they say when we're going to get this fight over and done with?" "Soon, I think," said Garyn, holding a pauldron upside down and looking at it doubtfully. "Ser Kenrith's brother was helping the old one who's going to fight you put his armour on." He gave it up and picked up a gauntlet instead. "Shall I help you on with this?" "No, just go and see about a horse and weapons. I imagine I'll need a couple of lances and a shield, and a mace if they have one. If you get to pick a horse for me, get something worthwhile, not some broken old nag. I'll dress myself." Evan raised an eyebrow in the direction of the guard. "Presuming they unchain me so I can." One of the guards stepped forward, holding a small but serviceable hammer and chisel. His companion pinted his sword at Evan. "We're going to stroike your chains off," said the swordbearer. Just don't do anything ... funny." "I'll choose a horse for you, then," said Garyn, backing away. "A good one." "Do that," Evan said with a sigh, holding his chains out taut across the heavy wood of the stocks. "Oh, and find Lady Syndra for me, if you would. Let her know that I have one last offer for her, and she would do well to hear what I have to say. If she wants her father to survive today, that is." "Yes, I shall!" said Garyn, and he sped off towards the castle (and subsequently back to the camp of the Laughing Knives). The soldiers advanced to strike off the cahins in preparation for the tourney. |
