Merthyr Tydfil had given up on staying at that tavern any longer and left the establishment, his identity concealed by the commoner's attire and the thick hooded cloak he wore, which partly concealed his face. He ventured outside the establishment and made his way through the alleyways and darker, more concealed paths, preferring to wander out of sight of the guards as much as possible, not about to return to the palace as Pentre had demanded whilst Taff's life was in serious danger. He certainly would not simply sit and wait for his ever faithful manservant to be executed like a common criminal all the while he feasted at his father's side.
As Merthyr was making his way to the next tavern for yet more listening in tasks, he stumbled into Eike and Romulus, not knowing either of the two but finding them scattered on the floor as if they had tripped and fallen to the ground by a misfortunate accident. "Oh, hold on, let me help..." offered Merthyr rushing over to assist the two fallen citizens.
He offered Romulus and Eike the palm of the hand for he was young and strong enough to help the pair of them. He was keen to help them rise up and steady themselves on their feet, not caring who they were, rather offer help to those who needed it in their moment of need.
"Trips can happen to anyone" assured Merthyr calmly, displaying a friendly and warm smile, glad to help the fallen man and the damsel in distress, assuming Romulus to be so given the clothing, long hair and appearance.
"Are either of you hurt?" quizzed Merthyr glancing at the ground to pick up and return any dropped items back as well, handing over the medical suitcase to Eike, clearly a man's case rather than a woman's one
As Merthyr was making his way to the next tavern for yet more listening in tasks, he stumbled into Eike and Romulus, not knowing either of the two but finding them scattered on the floor as if they had tripped and fallen to the ground by a misfortunate accident. "Oh, hold on, let me help..." offered Merthyr rushing over to assist the two fallen citizens.
He offered Romulus and Eike the palm of the hand for he was young and strong enough to help the pair of them. He was keen to help them rise up and steady themselves on their feet, not caring who they were, rather offer help to those who needed it in their moment of need.
"Trips can happen to anyone" assured Merthyr calmly, displaying a friendly and warm smile, glad to help the fallen man and the damsel in distress, assuming Romulus to be so given the clothing, long hair and appearance.
"Are either of you hurt?" quizzed Merthyr glancing at the ground to pick up and return any dropped items back as well, handing over the medical suitcase to Eike, clearly a man's case rather than a woman's one
Charles tutted slowly, "You clearly didn't listen properly... the Jester cannot have anything to do with your side if you want the other lords to follow you. Even if you have a wish to trick the jester into doing the dirty work for you, then you have to do everything in your power to look like you are fighting the Jester. No lord will be willing to follow someone working with the man who goes around killing them."
At the mention of an army his eyes slid to face her properly before snapping back into position, "And might I know who or what this help is?"
At the mention of an army his eyes slid to face her properly before snapping back into position, "And might I know who or what this help is?"
"Sir... here... your suitcase, you dropped in the fall" presented Merthyr patiently
"If you need shelter to rest from the stumble, there is a tavern two doors down, perhaps we could share a hot broth to recover from such startling event" offered Merthyr not minding some company, the lack of company from Taff clearly troubling him already and causing him to feel all the more depressed and lonely
"I tend to stay there a few nights and can even recommend you a good glass of wine to go with the meal" invited Merthyr, clearly having no money worries, something good out of it all
"If you need shelter to rest from the stumble, there is a tavern two doors down, perhaps we could share a hot broth to recover from such startling event" offered Merthyr not minding some company, the lack of company from Taff clearly troubling him already and causing him to feel all the more depressed and lonely
"I tend to stay there a few nights and can even recommend you a good glass of wine to go with the meal" invited Merthyr, clearly having no money worries, something good out of it all
Romulus did his best to play the flustered woman, "G-Goodness, thank you for your help, ragazzo. We've been having some trouble finding a place to stay, a tavern would be lovely, wouldn't it be?" He looked to Eike, his eyes pleading him to play along. The strange man could easily expose Romulus for who he was, and truthfully it was unlikely Romulus would be able to escape from someone like Merthyr, who seemed much more physically inclined than him.
"That army, would be us."
Aileen frowned a bit, glancing at the now open door; two women stood there, one a tall knight with thick blonde hair, the other a much...rougher looking woman, with messy pale hair and black clothing; a bandit, and judging on the crest she wore, a dangerous one. She eyed Charles with a pleased grin, "Well well Lady Aileen, you didn't mention you'd have company when we arrived. I'm feeling a little played."
"Iskra, silence." the taller one stepped into the room, bowing deeply, "Forgive her for her idiocy, Lady Aileen. And forgive our intrustion into your meeting, Sir Charles. My...company, is not well mannered." She straightened herself, "I am Lady Katja, of the Knights of the People. This is Lady--"
"Master." The gruff woman corrected, still standing by the door. Katja cast her a glare, but looked back to Charles.
"Master Iskra, King of the Bandit Clan Onyx."
"That army, would be us."
Aileen frowned a bit, glancing at the now open door; two women stood there, one a tall knight with thick blonde hair, the other a much...rougher looking woman, with messy pale hair and black clothing; a bandit, and judging on the crest she wore, a dangerous one. She eyed Charles with a pleased grin, "Well well Lady Aileen, you didn't mention you'd have company when we arrived. I'm feeling a little played."
"Iskra, silence." the taller one stepped into the room, bowing deeply, "Forgive her for her idiocy, Lady Aileen. And forgive our intrustion into your meeting, Sir Charles. My...company, is not well mannered." She straightened herself, "I am Lady Katja, of the Knights of the People. This is Lady--"
"Master." The gruff woman corrected, still standing by the door. Katja cast her a glare, but looked back to Charles.
"Master Iskra, King of the Bandit Clan Onyx."
Eike gingerly took the man's hand as well as his bag from Merthyr's hands and offered a small, "Thank you." As Romulus shot him a glance he returned one with concern- whether genuine or acted was hard to tell with this one. Once righted the blond man offered a crisp bow to Mannix, not bothering to conceal his accent but doing his best to play his part. "I beg your pardon!" Then he turned back to the disguised king, his whiskers perking up as he smiled again. "I concur." It was not hard to agree; after all, their collective ordeal did leave him desiring drink.
Merthyr smiled warmly and nodded in acceptance, keeping the voice a little low
"One must take shelter quickly these days, with the hightened security, one can easily get tangled in excessive checks and invasive questioning" explained Merthyr, clearly unhappy about it but unable to do much on the matter.
"Come... I shall lead the way" invited Merthyr guiding the couple back to the tavern and paying for their double room and a meal for them all, clearly not short in gold as he ordered finest wine and the better range of meats and meals
"So... have you been travelling far?" asked Merthyr hoping to hear of these travellers, perhaps they had heard about the jester or encountered anyone dressed like the jester or overheard gossip about him
"One must take shelter quickly these days, with the hightened security, one can easily get tangled in excessive checks and invasive questioning" explained Merthyr, clearly unhappy about it but unable to do much on the matter.
"Come... I shall lead the way" invited Merthyr guiding the couple back to the tavern and paying for their double room and a meal for them all, clearly not short in gold as he ordered finest wine and the better range of meats and meals
"So... have you been travelling far?" asked Merthyr hoping to hear of these travellers, perhaps they had heard about the jester or encountered anyone dressed like the jester or overheard gossip about him
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