[b][i][u]Rolland[/u][/i][/b] Sitting in the watch tower over looking the southern gate and the trade road. It was one of the few places in Wintershouse he truly could think without distraction. Gazing out to the landscape, watching the trees in the breeze. Interrupted though by trailing footsteps up the stairs, behind each step a light clank. That clank he recognized as Eirik. The boy really needed to do something about that belt. Rolland let it go today seeing as minor lords and earls loomed in Weade halls holding an what was disrespect to him but refrained from spitting out distasteful words towards them. "You called for me captain?" The young Eirik spoke climbing the last step, taxed at the long trek up the stairs. "Yes. I want you to take Gidja's post tonight. Tell her she's to report to the courtyard to watch for thieves." Wanting one of the more senior and keen members watching over the courtyard. With the nobility around it would be the perfect chance for any thief looking to test his luck and score big. It would only take on incident and the lord regent would be the earl's constant heckling. "Understood sir." Turning back around to relieve Gidja from her current patrol. Glaring out one last time to the moon lit plains before he left the tower. He needed to give Joakim the report on the days event and to rescue him if need be from the earls residing in halls currently. Also the messages that have come. Walking to the hall were the young regent lord was speaking with various earls. Redford spoke out of tone, but waited on his lords response. Eyeing the situation and as expected Redford had yielded his statement for the time being. Standing in the back waiting for meeting to disperse before approaching. "Well defended my lord." Handing Joakim the days raven messages. "I'm sorry to bother but a few more things require your attention. Three poachers have been caught. Also two merchants using false weights, swindling our common folk out of all their coin. Suggestions on a punishment?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [u][i][b]Jovan/Ayca[/b][/i][/u] [center]"News here come rather late Joakim, I had been shocked at the fate of your late father. Gods grant him peace now. He was my second father since I had been fostered with you and your brother. I assume the stress of current events is most taxing. To help with the stresses of being regent lord I will be coming to help you manage the affairs and pay my respects." "Lord Jovan Zorban Athos"[/center] It was the message Jovan had sent to the young lord a few week ago. Now he was on the trade road north with Ayca to the Weade lands. His current position, well he didn't remember the signs but the duo were well in the Forklands now. Truthfully though Jovan only wanted to stop for the night and rest, his body racked with pain but gave no hint to the dreaded sensation. Ayca stooping her pony seeing a castle to the left thick with moss on their left and to her right a road leading down to the bustling town it watched over. "I'm in a mood." Ayca's coy grin turned devious, looking down at the town. "That so... Well let us find a brothel to sate your hunger." Jovan maneuvered his horse down the road to the adjacent town, unable to finger what the name was but he knew who the castle belonged. Letting her deal with affairs of state for the moment. Perhaps on the morrow if he felt well enough. Both of them look for a suitable brothel for him to rest and her to indulge in carnal desires of the flesh. Settling in the pricier part of town at the 'Blue Rose'. Ayca had to help Jovan get down, though it wasn't as bad for her due to his loss in weight. Using the sapphire topped cane to help them move into the house of pleasure. "A room, some food, along with some of your ladies for my companion if you can spare them madam. And parchment with some ink if you don't mind." Giving the madam a thick purse of gold coins for the expenses. Jovan did ask for a handful though most brothels knew from hear say when Silver Face was on the move he did give quiet generously and were all to quick to oblige. Given some time to eat and then allow Ayca her activities. She removed his mask slowly hesitantly removing it, scared that his conditioned had worsened. Upon removing the sigh of relief, he was still the same. Half of his nose looked to be eaten away along with half of his face, with pocket marks across the rest of his face. The same look for three months now, no new damage which she rejoiced at. "Same or worse?" With a smile Ayca, kissed his forehead. "Same, hopefully the gods will take this from you soon." A fools hope both new would never happen but stranger things have happened. Gently she helped him eat the sharp cheese along with a variety fruits, complimented with a dry red wine. Slowly he ate and drank, feeling slightly rejuvenated. Knowing his partner was lustful, he'd save the rest for later. Jovan placed his mask back on, just in time for three beautiful ladies to come and indulge his partner. He watched as it gave him joy that she could enjoy herself to a degree and still be together. Giving a slight laugh beast like noises came from the the group. Turning to the table with the parchment, grasping the quill. [center] "Lady Amber Rossric. I regret to inform you that I will not be staying Mosskeep on my journey north. I do not want to tax you with my needs. However if you wish for a talk, I'd be more than welcome to one. I will be at the Blue Rose brothel." "Jovan Athos"[/center] "Get this to a courier to Mosskeep."Sealing the parchment with his ring, handing it to serving girl who brought another pitcher of wine. Turning his attention back Ayca and her lust.