Second Man - Food Distribution (*Open to all!*)

[tristan]

With the Lord Marshal of Turas Lan away didn't mean the Mighty Riders of Turas Lan's heavy calvary were left with no orders or commissions to carry out. Those men that were not activated to escort the court to Scotland along with Balian were left with there own task under the Command of Lord Windsor's second man, Sir Tristan Crownguard. Tristan was all to well known throughout his travels as being the roughian Knight. One could speculate surely on just how the man got the name but by his appearance it became evident enough. The Tower was found lively that morning just as it were any other. The Riders laughed and jest over breakfast, veterans told old stories of victory and honor while the young bloods simply hung on every word marveling at the thought of the day that they too would become a Legend amongst these very walls.

Hard boot falls of faded brown leather herald the arrival of the roughian. A half smoked cigar hung from his lips, his right eye was narrowed to give passage to the passing coil of smoke into the air above his head. A long brown cloak hung from his shoulders and part just enough to give a hint to the eye of the leather armor he wore beneath. "Riders." His head dipped in a formal bow before the men and in a matter of seconds all eyes seemed to drift toward him. Balian's letter of Command to the men made mention of Tristan's arrival and Tristan's role as acting Marshal in Balian's absence. "I am...Sir Tristan Crownguard.." He made way further into the room pausing at one of the tables to scoop up an apple from a bowl and rubbing it against the fabric of his cloak. Each of the men began to rise from there seats and bring closed fists across there chests to wrap against there hearts in a salute.

"None sense in wasting more time then." He chuckled softly and started back toward the door. "I will meet each of you as the day grows long im sure.. and given the time we can to take up a conversation if we may.. But in the mean time.. Lord Windsor has left strict instructions to distribute food to the people this morning." He paused at the door and looked back over his shoulder at the men still just standing there looking at him. "No disrespect Sir Crownguard.. .. and not as though we disagree.. .. But why does Lord Windsor give away the food?" One of the men spoke as he stepped forward. Tristan examined the man as he spoke. A short yet stout fellow by his taken though he appeared as the man that others seemed to follow around the Tower. "What be your name Rider?" The man grinned a little while one of the other men patted him on the back just as he piped up again. "Edgar Roswick Sir." Tristan did nod once before his hands came together before himself.

"Aye, well Roswick, tis not disrespectful to wonder about things so long as you keep to your discipline of things.. .. ..This is a commission of men founded by one of the finest of Knights I have ever called my master and friend. .. ..There are principles to consider and understand that everything a Knight does in duty he does for some higher meaning or purpose.. .. .. Balian is this man. ..There is no mistaking that you are soldiers.. ..Fine horsemen and veterans of a battle that still warms the fields in crimson.. There is no mistaking you know how to kill.. to maim and follow orders.. .. But do you know how to give? To love and let live?" Roswick seemed to look on more curiously while Tristan spoke and a few others started to move in closer to gather in a circle around the roughian knight.

"Show the people we know how to do more then kill, show them there is more to the Riders then just another.. pack of war hounds waiting for the next charge.. We are servants of the Sovereign and the people.. and being servants means sometimes making the sacrifice and giving back......Now the people of Skye surely are a strong and happy people.. .. Its not as though they starve in the streets.. .. But tell me lad, what do you think it would do for the people to give them a little more coin to keep for themselves if we feed them a few meals?.. ....What say you to this?"

Roswick nodded and swallowed a hard lump in his throat. Who would have thought the meaning of giving the food meant so much? It seemed for much more trivial to him as a man who always had a full belly and a warm bed. He lift his brown eyes from the floor and smiled. "....I say.. ..I will carry the first sack of grain...Sir Tristan." Each of the men one after another began to make way for the food storage while a few others marched for the street to start laying the tables to distribute food to the people. Tristan simply nodded with a faint smile on his lips.

[alika]

Alika drifted onto the scene just as the men were going about lugging bags of food to lay out while others had started disengaging a stack of tables from one another. Unknown to her exactly what they were doing as of yet she kept walking through the group until she spotted Tristan and made way over to him. She paused next to him, shaking a bit of dust from the deep purple dress she wore, nothing fancy for she did not own anything of the sort, only plain and simple dresses that did as well to be worn for work or for mingling in the markets.
"What is going on more importantly and what can I do to help?" Motioning to the men who were working so diligently about them. As usual Alika was always prepared to dive into work and help out if she were able to. If she had been able to offer aid amid the flooding, she certainly could do something here too.

[tristan]

Tristan took to the front steps of the tower. Long faded cloak weathered from years of service and lack of personal vanity had taken its toll. Tristan was the sort of Knight that paid little mind to his own possessions beyond what was required to keep a man alive and able to serve.
Though there was no mistaking when it came to equipment and a mount he bared nothing short of the finest in tradditional gear. His brown eyes carried the wisdom of three lifetimes in them. Cast down from his new stance on the perch to look over the men dilegently taken to the duty of the Lord Marshal of the Heavy calvalry's command. Distribute food to the common folk. Tristan knew Balian's intentions went farther then just a kind gesture to the people. It was a moment these men that served the people of Skye would never forget and a lesson that cannot be taught by word. Humility and franchise alike held there weight in todays venture.
His thoughts on the matter were quickly lost when he heard the familiar sweet voice of the Alika. He couldnt help but to smile even if it was a small glimpse at the corner of his lips before his head would bow toward the Windsor. "Greetings Alika." He crossed his arms over his chest before nodding out over the people lining up to accept the free food. "Lord Windsor's order to distribute food to the people is what you see here.. You are welcome to take part if you like. There is no method to the madness.. simply jump in if its your wish." He chuckled softly and tilt his head just a little. "Though I suspect this wont take much longer.. ..The words free of anything tend to bring out the massess to swoop up the giveaways rather quickly."