Post by agreyingknight on Jun 23, 2008 22:48:05 GMT -6
Jonas sat alone in the corner of the Seaside Pub. In his hand he held a missive delivered to him earlier in the day. He frowned as he read the words printed on the parchment....
M'Lord Jonas,
As you asked I investigated this claim in Ian's death, and serched thoroughly. I have found no proof of his death, nor have I found proof that he still lives.
I have on the other hand heard whispers that he has gone underground and has begun recruiting those who prove they are loyal to the Robertsons, and yet not so Loyal to the Chieftian and his Sons, among them I have found, are those who have objected the most to Laird Alexander's choice in Heir.
I will keep searching till I find the proof you are looking for, in the meantime M'Lord, keep a watchful eye, methinks we have not heard the last from Ian Robertson.
Signed,
Geoff
He crumpled the paper and threw it in the flames of the fire he sat beside, cursing his Father for a fool. But without proof, Alexander would not listen to him, too old now to listen to reason, to believe there is still a threat to his hard won peace. Jonas cursed again then called for a clean parchment and ink and began a letter of his own.....
Brothers,
I know some of you are not happy with Father's decison to make Caden his heir, but the fact is that he has done so and there is naught we can do about it. I for one believe in the Lad but perhaps I am Biased since I spent so much time with him.
I understand your reluctance, but the fact remains that I believe the threat of Ian still remains. I am but one man to keep an eye on Caden, I am requesting a few more be sent, whose soul purpose is to follow Caden from a distance, Keep him guarded at all times without him knowing. He would not appreciate the extra protection, he is but a Lad after all and he has the Famous Robertson Pride.
This missive will be coming by the hand of a trusted friend that you all know. Sir Geoff. If you have a response, please send it in return by him.
Jonas
He signed the letter and then sealed it before tucking it into his pocket. He rose from his table returning the ink well to the tender then walking out.
From the Pub he went to the stables to collect NightWish, slipping inside the stallion's stall he began speak softly to the creature running his hands over the fine horseflesh. Once he reached his rump he slipped the letter from his pocket and handed it to the man that crouched in the corner of the Stallion's stall. " Make Haste" he whispered to the shadowed man before coming up the other side of NightWish, lifting a hoof pretending to check it for stones before patting his glossy neck and leading him from the stall, from there he would saddle his faithful friend and both would head out for home, which at the moment was the Golden Harp.
M'Lord Jonas,
As you asked I investigated this claim in Ian's death, and serched thoroughly. I have found no proof of his death, nor have I found proof that he still lives.
I have on the other hand heard whispers that he has gone underground and has begun recruiting those who prove they are loyal to the Robertsons, and yet not so Loyal to the Chieftian and his Sons, among them I have found, are those who have objected the most to Laird Alexander's choice in Heir.
I will keep searching till I find the proof you are looking for, in the meantime M'Lord, keep a watchful eye, methinks we have not heard the last from Ian Robertson.
Signed,
Geoff
He crumpled the paper and threw it in the flames of the fire he sat beside, cursing his Father for a fool. But without proof, Alexander would not listen to him, too old now to listen to reason, to believe there is still a threat to his hard won peace. Jonas cursed again then called for a clean parchment and ink and began a letter of his own.....
Brothers,
I know some of you are not happy with Father's decison to make Caden his heir, but the fact is that he has done so and there is naught we can do about it. I for one believe in the Lad but perhaps I am Biased since I spent so much time with him.
I understand your reluctance, but the fact remains that I believe the threat of Ian still remains. I am but one man to keep an eye on Caden, I am requesting a few more be sent, whose soul purpose is to follow Caden from a distance, Keep him guarded at all times without him knowing. He would not appreciate the extra protection, he is but a Lad after all and he has the Famous Robertson Pride.
This missive will be coming by the hand of a trusted friend that you all know. Sir Geoff. If you have a response, please send it in return by him.
Jonas
He signed the letter and then sealed it before tucking it into his pocket. He rose from his table returning the ink well to the tender then walking out.
From the Pub he went to the stables to collect NightWish, slipping inside the stallion's stall he began speak softly to the creature running his hands over the fine horseflesh. Once he reached his rump he slipped the letter from his pocket and handed it to the man that crouched in the corner of the Stallion's stall. " Make Haste" he whispered to the shadowed man before coming up the other side of NightWish, lifting a hoof pretending to check it for stones before patting his glossy neck and leading him from the stall, from there he would saddle his faithful friend and both would head out for home, which at the moment was the Golden Harp.