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.
You can go: Out to the Northern Stairwell <S>
The mess is fairly quiet. Haft sits with his feet propped up in front of the fire.
Megren walks into the room and hangs back in the doorway to survey it. Seeing Haft, she gets a cup of tea and goes to sit in the chair beside his.
Haft looks up and smiles, rising and offering a small bow. “Dame Megren.”
Megren wrinkles her nose at him. “Hello.”
Haft reseats himself. “How goes your beginning as a knight?”
Megren says, “About how you’d expect. Sleepier.”
Haft asks, “Sleepier?”
Megren explains, “The vigil.”
Haft snorts. “If a single wakeful night troubled you, you would have made a terrible guard.”
Megren says, “Those were shorter and better scheduled.”
Haft says, “Until need pressed. But you know. You were at the battle. A longer and worse vigil, I imagine.”
Megren pushes her mouth to the side and nods.
Haft says, “Well, on the bright side, you didn’t have to walk all the way from Cair Paravel.”
Megren says, “Clearly I have not earned my knighthood.”
Haft says, “Well, it wouldn’t do to appear before the assembly with dusty boots and limp hair.”
Megren hmms contemplatively.
Haft says, “You looked nice. The dress was well chosen.”
Megren says, “That’s thanks to Tess and Lanisen and Sir Darrin. I’ve never had something that wasn’t issued by the guard or made for rolling in the dirt.”
A log on the fire shifts, sending a column of sparks flying upwards.
Haft raises a brow. “They have dresses just for that?
Megren says, “Pretty well.”
Haft says, “Didn’t realize female clothing was so specialized.”
Megren rolls her eyes amicably.
Haft says, “I pretty much had the same set of clothes for rolling in the dirt, doing chores, learning letters, and sword practice.”
Megren says, “That’s all I mean. It was a nice dress, not something to get dirty. I’ve never had something like that before.”
Megren says, “Sir Darrin and I tried to walk in the pasture after and I had to hike it up.”
Haft smirks. “Elegant.”
Megren sticks out her tongue, then remembers her title and pulls it back in.
Haft lifts a hand over his mouth, but a number of inelegant noises burst forth anyway.
Megren rolls here eyes again. “You’re terrible.”
Haft says, “It has oft been observed.”
Megren hops up. “Well, I’m meeting with Sir Chal to talk about where we want defense classes to go next.”
She picks up her half-drunk cup and drains it quickly.
Haft rises again and nods. “I’ll see you later.”
Megren says, “Game of chess.”
Haft says, “Excellent.”
Megren flashes a grin and heads off.