Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2022 23:33:20 GMT -5
[ For @berengar ]
It was not often that Warren agreed to as simple a task as this. Any of the soldiers with a few years of experience under their belts could likely do it. But as a young man recited the report to him, he sat behind his desk and steeped his fingers. Something felt different about this one, though he couldn't put his finger on it. Warren was a man of reason, of logic, of experience: he was not one to rely on intuition. Yet his intuition pulled at him now, called to him not to send two rookie soldiers to handle this matter, but to go himself.
"I understand. Write the address down, please," he said, sliding a piece of parchment and a quill over to the other side of his desk. The kid - maybe fourteen or fifteen - was thin and sickly. A terrible fighter and even worse at first aid, but a son of a Noble, so none of that mattered. When his due diligence was up, he'd go back home. Soldiering was not for him, but he made a perfectly fine messenger. So he stepped to the desk and wrote down the address. "Thank you. You may go."
"Shall I relay the message to some of the soldiers, Lieutenant Woodwick?" The boy asked, but Warren was already standing up. He grabbed his jacket and pulled it on, fastening it all the way up to the throat, and folding the piece of parchment into his pocket.
"No, I'll handle it." Nodding, the boy stepped out just in front of Warren. The Lieutenant locked his office behind himself, and then headed for the training courtyard.
Once there, he ran his eyes over the men and women that were out there. He knew well enough that none of them had night patrol, and therefore his needing them wouldn't conflict with the schedule he had already put into place. For a few minutes he merely watched them from afar. Some were older, some newer. He could name them all. Finally one caught his eye. A young man who had gotten his attention recently, though not initially by any fault of his own. A young man who he could tell, very easily, did not like him. Then again, most of them didn't like Warren. He didn't particularly care.
Striding across the courtyard, he stopped in front of the young man and eyed him. "Mr. Stormcrest. You're to join me in carrying out a task in the city. Go put your uniform on and meet me in front of the palace as soon as you're done." He gave Ber no further information, just turned on his heel and exited the courtyard, heading directly for the front of the palace, where he would call for two horses and then wait for Ber to arrive.