[D1 E] Drinking Dirtily at a Dornishman

[Derrick]

Derrick nodded, his Lord would be able to answer the man's questions much better then he would. He took a sip of his ale.

"A fightning man, I worked the stables a little when I was younger, but once I became old enough I joined the guard."

[Warryn Wydman]

"Sounds like an honorable position. Been in the guard long?" He asked curiously between two bites.

[Derrick]

"Not long." He offered after a moment. "A little over a year, my father wouldn't let me join before I turned fourteen." The young man took a few more bites of his meal before washing it down with more ale. "It's why I don't have much experience with bandit's and the like. I've not had many chances to go out on patrols."

[Warryn Wydman]

"Well, I'm sure you'll h ave opportunity to do. Or rather, I hope you'll sit bored for a good long while." He looked apolegetic. "I know the opposite. It can be exciting, but it has its hazards. And not just for you."

[Derrick]

"I know the hazards Milord, at least some of them. My father served the Algood's and his father before him as well. I've heard more then enough of the stories and even seen a bit of it myself." The Algoods hadn't made it through the Blackfyre rebellion unscathed after all. "I see your point though, and I promise I don't want to leap into battle. It's just fighting is the only thing I know. Seems like I'll be in some before too long."

[Warryn Wydman]

Warryn nodded. "I apologize if I'm lecturing. Fighting is good and glorious and noble, it is a worthy pursuit. It's... I never knew how much I wanted to be not fighting when I was younger." He said with a solemn voice.

[Derrick]

"If I wasn't fighting I'd be farming Milord." The young man replied with a soft frown. "Nothing wrong with farming mind you, but I imagine it's your farmer's and the like you need to protect from those mountain man. It's most of the reason why we ride out against bandits after all." He took a sip of his ale. "I guess what I'm trying to say, is that if I'd have to choose between the two I'd choose fighting. Seems to be less to worry about this way?"

[Warryn Wydman]

Warryn let out a small laugh. "Well said Derrick. Men like you... they're worth ten hired mercenaries." He tore into his food with gusto, while drinking his wine.

"Fighting is good. It's a good profession. I'm sure you'll take it far."

[Derrick]

That brought a momentary smile to the young mans lips. "I can't say I know too much about mercenaries, but thank you Milord. That's very kind of you to say." He took another few bites of his food, his expression returning to it's normal neutral self.

"I hope to, I intend to try and be a Master of Arms one day... Though I figure that's still a while off, something for when I'm older."

[Warryn Wydman]

"Sounds good. We have a good Master of Arms back home. He's seen... well, a lot of everything. It's a position of responsibility." He tore another bit of food. "But if you're willing, it's rewarding. A good master can double the strength of a single force with good training. And a lord can triple it, with good motivation and leadership."

[Derrick]

"Aye, it is... I'll need a lot more experience before I'm ready. I'm a long ways off from having seen just about everything after all. It's one of the reason's I'm at the tournament, to see more things. Learn what I can as well." He took a slow sip of his ale, waving a tavern girl to bring him another his eyes drifting to Warryn to see if he needed a refill. "I'll have to spend as much time in the sparring circle as I can I figure."

[Warryn Wydman]

"Aye, it is... I'll need a lot more experience before I'm ready. I'm a long ways off from having seen just about everything after all. It's one of the reason's I'm at the tournament, to see more things. Learn what I can as well." He took a slow sip of his ale, waving a tavern girl to bring him another his eyes drifting to Warryn to see if he needed a refill. "I'll have to spend as much time in the sparring circle as I can I figure."

"Aye. Up for a practice bout sometime? I'm better on a horse than on the ground, so some practice sounds good me too." He smiled and nodded at the refill.

"You seem like you have a good head on your shoulders. Keep it there and you'll get your wish, I'm sure."

[Derrick]

"If you'd like Milord. I'll make myself available for a match or two." He didn't know if he'd win this one, the man probably knew a bit more about fighting then his last opponents. "Though I admit to only being fair on a horse. It's one of the area's I think I'll try and improve, should I get the chance."

At the second comment he dipped his head in thanks. "Thank you Milord, your words are too kind."

[Warryn Wydman]

"If you'd like Milord. I'll make myself available for a match or two." He didn't know if he'd win this one, the man probably knew a bit more about fighting then his last opponents. "Though I admit to only being fair on a horse. It's one of the area's I think I'll try and improve, should I get the chance."

At the second comment he dipped his head in thanks. "Thank you Milord, your words are too kind."

"That sounds good. I was thinking of fighting on foot. I need some more exercise there, to be honest. Hard to mount a charge in our lands, sadly. It would be glorious, but..." he shrugged. "If you'd like, I can give some pointers for horse riding?"

He smirked. "Not that kind. You still need to keep your head though."

[Derrick]

"I wouldn't say no to any pointers." He offered after a moment, not that he was likely to be fighting much on horseback, it would be good for teaching others though. "Not sure if I will be much help as a sparring partner to you though, but I'll give it my best."

[Warryn Wydman]

"I wouldn't say no to any pointers." He offered after a moment, not that he was likely to be fighting much on horseback, it would be good for teaching others though. "Not sure if I will be much help as a sparring partner to you though, but I'll give it my best."

"Any partner is good." He smiled, and kept eating. "It's good to experience fighting from all seven kingdoms." He took his new ale, and drank.

"What do you occupy yourself in Algood lands? Do you go hunting?"

[Derrick]

"Im training mostly when I'm not on duty." The commoner ofcered simply. "Running, feats of strength, and things like that. I also spar, but I've faced most of the men in the guard dozens of times already."

"I have hunted a few times though. Mind you I'm not very good."

[Warryn Wydman]

"To be fair, neither am I. Hunting can be pleasant..." When you don't have a clan of savages ready to pounce on you. "I hope you spend some time with the men in the evenings at least? At a tavern or somewhere?"

[Derrick]

"Aye, I do." He agreed with a nod. "I'd be a rather odd solider if I didn't after all." He smirked. "Not that the others would let me get out of it anyways." For the most part the guard felt like part of the family by now, as much time as he had spent with them.

[Warryn Wydman]

"Good, good. Training in and of itself is not enough. You need to be with your men." He drank and ate again.

[Derrick]

"I don't really have any men Milord." He frowned a moment. "Just friends and fellow soldiers."

"Or was that a bit of advice for the future? In case I make it to Master of arms?"

[Warryn Wydman]

"Meant comrade at arms, my apologies. Still, you have your eyes set on that job, I'm sure you'll do well enough." He smirked and ate.

[Derrick]

"I suppose you're always thinking of them as your men tgough. As the next Lord and all. Makes it a bit dofferent." He took a sip from his newly brought ale wondering what they might discuss next.

[Warryn Wydman]

"Aye, possible." Warryn finished his meal, and drank from the ale. "That was a welcome sight now. It was good talking to you Derrick. You'll do your House proud I'm sure."

[Derrick]

"Thank you again Milord, and I wish you luck in the coming tournament." The younger man offered with a half smile. "Have a good evening."