Gavin spent most of his day wandering the halls doing the bidding of his young master. But today was different, many of the lords were in the halls due to the recent death of there Duke. For some reason Joakim wanted to keep Gavin, a simple humble servant, near by. Gavin had done away with his usual smile. His face stern as he stood off the side beside Joakim. This was normal for him though, if there were no needs that needed his personal attention he was not far from Joakim. He looked around, he recognized every noble in the room, had met most of them. Though they had seen him many times, ask one of them his name. Most of the time they probably didn't even notice he was in the room. Nobles seem to be blind to servants, At least until they needed there wine glasses filled or there chamber pots emptied. Telth liked this, it meant he was unnoticed. 

  Soon Joakim was speaking, calling order to the room. Telth watched Joakim, despite the recent death of his father he kept himself strudy, speaking sternly. He was rather impressed and even a little reminded of himself at that age, both were forced to grow quickly and for that never had a real childhood, the only by the time he was by Joakim's age, Telth had already killed four people. Telth's eyes however looked over the crowd, watching them all, there reactions and movements. Soon a noble stepped out, Earl Redford, he was  pompous fool in Telth's opinion. Despite that lashing he was a dog with no teeth, and if he really did try anything, Cregan was there. If he wasn't fast enough, Telth was. No the earl would hire somebody like Telth rather then do anything himself. 

  Much of the proceedings seemed to be going on as Gavin stood quietly. Watching others, they were speaking of things, that frankly he already knew of. You learned a lot when you were invisible, also though other channels that Telth had access too. Soon though these were over, and Joakim left. Gavin fallowed after him, he kept quite as his young master seemed to be preoccupied in thought, though that little smile was soon on his as he clasped his hands behind his back fallowing. He of course was mostly un-noticed by people, even though he stood at his masters side. 

  Gavin looked over out the muderhole hearing some one calling for Joakim. Soon he looked over to him, he was told to get his sword and shield as Gavin nodded "Of course young lord" was all he said before he was gone. It didn't take long for him to be outside, his coat on now as he handed the weapons to his lord. The cold didn't bother him, despite being from the falklands, he had to endure worse during training. "Is there 'Anything' you need of me m'lord" he spoke. His accent was a mix of nobles high speech and peasants slurred words. It helped cement his guise of Gavin.