Those Lazy Knights

Off-duty Mess

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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= This is the place where off duty soldiers and sailors can relax and eat. There is a small cookfire and hearth and a few tables set up nearby. On one wall is a dart board, and on a small table in the corner there is a chess set. Someone has left a pile of parchment with sketches of his fellow knights on another table. This is a comfortable, casual room. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

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You can go: Out to the Northern Stairwell <S>

Contents: Hearth <LIT>.

Megren comes walking into the Off-duty Mess.

Megren lies on her stomach in front of the hearth, propped up on her forearms over a book. Tiny is nosing an empty bowl at her elbow.

The fire flickers, casting dancing shadows all over the walls.

Haft enters the room and approaches the table where the food is placed.  He glances around surreptitiously, then gingerly lays a burlap sack upon the table and open the mouth.  This accomplished, he heads toward the hearth.

Megren looks up from her book to poke Tiny in the side. Tiny protests more loudly than the small breach of conduct really calls for.

Haft settles in a chair.  “She says you’re being remiss in your duties.”

Megren says, “She hasn’t done a lick of work since the day she was born.”

Haft says, “Oh, now that’s hardly fair.  She’s pre-warmed my pillow more than once.”

Megren makes a skeptical noise.

Haft asks, “Were you expecting her to take up a plough or a sword?”

Megren says, “If she’s going to reprimand me, she’d better.”

Haft says, “Might have better luck with a Narnian Cat.”

Megren hmmms, dissatisfied.

Haft says, “I expect she’d try mousing eventually if she didn’t get so many scraps around here.”

Megren says, “She mouses, she just likes to leave it for someone else to clean up.”

Haft sticks out his lower lip.  “Now that I think about it, one never does hear what becomes of the remains of the dragon after the dragonslayer finishes with it.  Left to the poor townfolk to clear away, I suppose.”

Megren says, “Lazy.”

Haft says, “See?  Tiny’s a born knight.”

Megren says dismissively, “Knights.”

Haft asks, “You sure you want to be one?”

Megren says, “Somebody’s got to revolutionize.”

Haft asks, “You’re going to hire a group of fellows with little brooms to sweep up after you finish off the dragon?”

Megren lifts her brows in offense. “Have you ever known me not to do my own work?”

Haft taps his fingers together in consideration. “You sent the cat to torment me instead of doing it yourself?”

Megren pushes her mouth to the side. “Got me there.”

Haft says, “By which logic she is doing additional work besides mousing.”

Megren says, “I’ve been utterly defeated.”

Haft leans his chin on his hand.  “And yet victory is oddly dull.”

Megren tilts her head to the side. “Mm. Perth tell you Sir Darrin and I are headed down to Coghill for a couple days?”

Haft says, “No, he hadn’t mentioned it.”

Megren nods. “No more than a week, I think.”

Haft asks, “Visiting his family?”

Megren says, “Yeah, just taking a little time from work. He hasn’t really had more than a day since last summer.”

Haft says, “You’ve been working him too hard.”

The fire flickers, casting dancing shadows all over the walls.

Megren says, “/Me/.”

Haft says, “Oh yes.  Everyone knows that behind every frazzled knight, there’s a demanding squire.”

Megren says, “Missed that part of castle training.”

Haft says, “Comes from only being in the guard for two years.”

Megren says, “Poor commitment, that’s me.”

Haft asks, “Well, you seem to have landed on your feet.  How’s your own training going?”

Megren says, “Keeping on. You’d have to ask Sir Darrin.”

Gearn gets up from his seat across the room and goes to investigate the food table, coming across the deposited bag in the process.  He stares down into it with a curious expression.

Haft says, “I’ll do that some time.”

Megren screws up her face. “Hm.”

Gearn pulls out an egg and holds it up, examining it.  It appears to be blue.  He looks around the room.  Haft sinks slightly in his seat.

Megren says, “Well, Perth’s meant to keep an eye on Tiny, but you’re favorite next to him for a pillow besides mine, so don’t sit before you look, if you don’t mind.”

Haft chuckles.  “I’ll remember that.”

Gearn shrugs and puts the egg on his plate, then takes some cheese and returns to his seat.

Megren asks, “What will you do for chess, though?”

Haft asks, “Does Tiny play?”

Megren says, “She’s very good.”

Haft says, “Noted.”

Megren grins. She glances toward the doorway. “Hmm, I’ve still got shield practice to do.”

Haft says, “Don’t wear your knight down too much.”

Megren says, “Yes, grandpa.”

Haft waves a hand.  “Off with you.”

Megren hops up, nudging Tiny toward him with her foot. “See you later.”

Haft scoops up the cat and places her in his lap.

Haft walks into the northern stairwell.

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