Post by Salvatore Deliambre on Dec 21, 2014 10:47:47 GMT -5
Aware that the afternoon brought the family conference for which the Lord Marshal arrived in Lockewood, Salvatore waited until the evening meal passed to seek out his superior. Armed with a bottle of local brandy, he had a feeling the surly Marshal could use a good drink. The brandy would certainly help the topic he intended to broach go more smoothly, he felt, and if Jean-Luc needed to vent in return, then he would be willing to listen. Though he answered to the Lord Marshal, Tory looked on the man as a friend as well.
Finding the Marshal was not the easiest task when in an unfamiliar place. Tory opted to start in the main hall, hoping to encounter Jean-Luc there. He was fortunate enough to spot the man seated near one of the long windows, obviously deep in thought and small wonder with all that had transpired lately. The knight made his approach quietly, but with enough weight to his steps that he would alert the Marshal of his arrival, then assumed an attentive position to wait for acknowledgment. In that respect, he was too well trained, too accustomed to the rigors of the court to set them aside easily.
Though one hand was ready to snap a smart salute, the other carried the bottle with a pair of mugs hooked in his fingers in anticipation of withdrawing to a more private locale in which they could imbibe and talk. The subject was one that required discretion. Tory studied his superior's face in silence, patient in his stance for knowing that he would be noticed eventually. Jean-Luc was not a man to lose alertness for long.
Jean-Luc Deveraux