Thread: Castle on the Hill {Kay & Local}

Thomas was woken by his companion late in the day. He shook him awake with a stick, keeping his distance, much to the curiosity of passerbys. Thomas woke slowly, growling as he did so, he turned over and saw the stick, 'Still haven't forgiven me for the last time you tried waking me? He asked the priest who gave a snort and a laugh. Yes, well, being thrown across the room for daring to wake you changed my mind about how I approch you when you sleep. We have some work to do, people to speak with and things to do, I wanted to go explore the grounds a bit more before we talk about where we'll set up those barracks you wanted, and my monastery, he said to the mountain man as he slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. The priest turned to him, Where did you go last night? You dropped me on the couch and left, he said to him curiously. The large man stretched and let out a groan, I talked with a new friend, he said to him, Someone you will meet one day, he added carefully, Stay out of the tower, the things they said about it being haunted are semi-true....' he said to the priest quietly. The man tilted his head, Again, I do not wish to speak before my time, he said. The priest shook his head, Shouldn't have said ANYTHING then, now I'm curious, but I'll respect your wishes, he said to him as he nodded to a line of people being dealt with just outside the castle, You're new wards awit, they wish to have you settle problems, as is your right, lord,' he said, which drew a groan from the barbarian. The priest hesitated and then began to look paniced, YOUR ARM! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ARM!? GODS, HAS IT GONE ROGUE!? he shouted looking around frantically. Thomas raised his hand, SILENCE, stop screaming for gods sake! he said to the man, Its not lost, I know where it is, I shall retrieve it LATER. For now I wish for you to deal with some of our new tribes men, he said pointing to the line. The priest seemed to calm slightly and sighed, nodding, I suppose you're right, they may be a little concerned by your missing arm too though, he said as he began to walk towards the doors. it took hours to get through everyone. The people had petitions for new lands to graze upon, for hunting rights, for land DISPUTES and new shops to be made. An expansion for the inn so that more people could stay during the festivles, fixing up the port and so much more. The thing that urked him was that everyone came to the priest. Asked him, spoke to him. They were either intimidated by him, showing it by staying as far from him as possible and jumping with his every move, or they simply thought him stupid, as they explained to him simple issues as if he were a child. By the end of the day he felt as though he had worn his teeth down to nubs. He made his way inside, the priest noting his displeasure, I didn't think they had so many issues, this land hasn't had a ruler for so long its amazing its stood. They seemed to work fine on there own, but they just wanted us to okay EVERYTHING they do...' he said as he slumped into a chair, watching as Thomas passed him by. As he made his way to the stairs, he heard a knock and let out a long growl, Yet another person who needs my approval to take a piss? he said as he stalked back over and swung the door open. Outside was a small woman, he glanced down at her, Can I help you? he said in his thick, gravely voice. The woman smiled, holding out a small basket, The contents are for you and your friend, my lord, she said as he took a few flowers and the potion. He looked at it, noting the writing on it as he sounded it out, Paa...Pleaas, he said as the woman waited. He looked at her, I thank you, elder, he said to her. She smiled and nodded, Just be kind to your new friend, she's not used to change and doesn't like it too much, she said. He hesitated and watched the old woman slowly walk away, feeling the ground out with a cane as he turned to the priest who seemingly fell asleep. He put most of the things down next to him on the table but carried the potion. How did she know? This woman was a mystery he'd explore another day. He made his way upstairs and into the room again. He looked around, noting the statue that now sat in the room. He hesitated, looking at her a bit. Unaware of whether or not she could hear him, he downed the potion and placed it on the desk. It tasted fruity, happy and light. He coupled it with a bottle of wine he had snagged, as he snaked on some trail rations that had been left over. He sat in the chair, waiting as he drank from his bottle, leaving the second filled bottle of wine for her, next to the empty potion bottle. He didn't say anything, he just glanced over at her from time to time, looking at his arm on the table and slowly drifting off to sleep.