OOC:: I went ahead and mentioned the priest. If you still want to establish him/her as a character and post that scene/change it, let me know and I can change the details in this post.
IC:: 8:21 AM
Donden stood atop the brick edge of a planter, casting his eyes over the morning crowd. He was scanning for Sylvester as he and Serras had decided to meet him prior to approaching the merchant’s household. Donden was rather surprised he had arrived before Sylvester, considering he had managed to get an up-and-coming priest of the age eleven to attempt the purification of Hershal’s home. Hershal had turned the boy back at the door, saying something along the lines that the kid should take his religion elsewhere if he didn’t want his life to be purified.
Serras was also searching through faces for Sylvester. Now that Donden thought of it, she had been waiting for quite some time, and Donden didn’t have anything to say to her. Serras was below Donden, standing on the street rather than the planter, so she couldn’t see his mouth curl inward. He felt as if he should say something, he was at fault for her boredom and lost time. All that crossed his mind however was what he saw: a running rabbit, some arguing specters, Sylvester with a fresh change of clothes.
Donden tapped Serras’s arm with the back of his fingers and stepped down from the planter, making his way towards the vampire. Serras let out a breath as she moved from her position. Even if Donden had been no help, at least her plight had ended. Donden raised his arm and called out to Sylvester. He was eager to be done with this; after he had covered for the vampire his part was over. When the three were in conversation distance Serras greeted the newcomer. “I hope your affairs proceeded pleasantly, Mr. Wainwright.”
Sylvester thought for a moment before replying, “It all worked out,” with a smile.
“I’m glad to hear. Shall we?” Serras’s hand stretched out to indicate the murdered merchant’s house. Donden concluded her to be just as eager to be done and gone as himself.
“After you,” responded Sylvester, flourishing his hand similar to Serras’s.
James unlatched the straps of her gilded breastplate, revealing a thinly layered gold and azure riding dress. She had always found armor to be weighty and restrictive, but could not deny the importance of having a sheet of steel concealing your heart. Next she removed her helmet, setting it on Ginreed’s dining table. She recalled that the last time she had ate with the merchant there was a wonderful tablecloth depicting the forests of the Wild Land. The table was bare, now. Ginreed’s murderer had really taken the most valuable possessions.
“M’Lady Jamie, I understand we’ve cleared the house, but if attackers decided to present themselves during your investigation…”
James regarded the Day’s Watch officer who was speaking to her. She appreciated his concern, but she had no intentions of walking to and fro in this house wearing pounds of metal. “Then I got what’s coming for me.” The sharp, angular features of her face reorganized themselves into an amused smile. “But that won’t happen, ‘cause I have two seasoned guardsmen to protect me.”
The guardsmen returned her smile, and one of them spoke. “Even then, we may not be in a position—”
James raised her hand and waved it in dismissal. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry, I can take an assassin or two without my armor. You guys handle the other six or whatever. I’m going to go take a look at some stuff I noticed, do what you want.” With that James whisked around a doorway, strands of lengthy hair matching her cousin’s color flowing behind her.
As soon as she had, she heard the guard’s voice again. “Wait, M’Lady Jamie, we have visitors.” James didn’t like the sound of that, it sounded as if things were to be more complicated. Unfortunately she couldn’t just ignore it, so she turned back through the doorway. When she saw her new company, her face lighted. “Serras! What good things have you brought me? Who are these gentlemen?”
“Lady Jamie, may I present—”
“Serras, save the fancy for my cousin. Give it to me simple.”
“Lord Eron hired a detective for Ginreed’s murder.” Serras put her palm up in front of Sylvester, and then moved it to Donden. “This night watchman, Donden, is Sylvester Wainwright’s escort.”
James stared blankly at the trio. Sylvester Wainwright was the very man who had taught her family what detectives were. He was also the very man responsible for her father’s execution. Well, no, that was her family’s verdict, but Sylvester had started the sequence that led to her dad’s death. Her eyes darted to the ground and back again. She believed in her father, the wise Count Nerl von Stratos. He didn’t commit an unjustifiable murder. He wasn’t a part of some criminal plot, yet… the man vowed before a council of his own kin that he did. There had to be some secret, but what was worth his life and his family’s reputation?
James had already given enough tears to the matter. It’s difficult to see through murky eyes. James hardly ever agreed with the things her aunt ranted on about, but she had to admit there was a pearl of wisdom every now and again within Aunt Merilee’s words. Her cousin was a wise too. She didn’t need to hate Sylvester, there was some other thing going on that deserved her hate. She just didn’t know what it was, and that was infuriating. Maybe Sylvester had valuable information, and that’s why Eron wanted him involved. In any case, James found herself grinning. “That so? Well I can’t let him pay you for doing my job, I’m hiring you now. You get to do my job while I watch you, silently, doing nothing. You, Night’s Watch, get to go home, you must be tired. And you, Serras, get to run errands for me all day long, so you won’t be able help out the Count today, got it?”
Serras laughed, her complexion a bright contrast to the dark ebonwood walls. “Got it. My lady orders me to play with my little brother all day, and I shan’t skirt my duty. I hope your investigation goes well. Bye Jamie.” Serras waved her farewell before exiting the way she came.
“I too shall take my leave then. I find myself in need of thanking you, my Lady, for as you conjectured, I am indeed tired. Thank you for your kind discharge.” Donden bowed before following Serras out.
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