(1868-02-18) Warm With Fire and Wine
Warm With Fire and Wine
Summary: Baron Thomas and Sir Jarret discuss the future for the Galenthians in Aequor.
Date: 18 Fevrier, 1868 IE
Related: Under the Winter Sky
NPCs: {$npc}
Players:
Jarret  Thomas  

Noble inn
A well appointed inn in the centre of Lyionesse.
18 Fevrier, 1866 IE

A new day and a new location. It's been over two weeks since the Galenthian contingent of troops arrived in Lyioness under Baron Thomas Chandus, and nearly that since his meeting with the King of Aequor. Many more details have since been ironed out, speeded along by Thomas's possession (and judicious use) of a document bearing the Royal Seal from the King himself. His soldiers quartered in a barracks that had formerly belonged to the defunct Cardinal's Guard and his sailors comfortably ensconced in the port, Thomas himself is pleased.

The Galenthian Baron sits in a rather richly appointed inn in the centre of Lyioness, a place that is mainly meant to serve a noble clientele. Indeed, you would be hard pressed to find many commoners here, though a few of the merchant plutocracy that have been sprouting up in the West over the last few decades do indeed frequent it. Chandus wears a long sleeved cobalt blue tunic, fringed with grey and adorned with a badge of his house on his breast, and sits by the fire with a jug of wine and a jug of water. And a cup, of course.

Making his way into that particular Inn, Jaret looks around rathe carefully, as if looking to see if someone is there. After a few moments, he lets out a breath, befoe he heads further inside, nodding to Thomas as he does.

Even if Jarret's footsteps and rhythm are familiar, Thomas still snaps his head back to make sure a friend is who approaches. His features relax, having tensed for a short moment. "Sir Jarret." He greets, rising to his feet. "Well met. Join me for some wine?"

"Well met," Jarret replies, with a nod and a half-smile, as he steps over the rest of the way. "How are you today?" That said as he moves the rest of the way to join the other Galenthian.

Thomas smiles warmly and sweeps an arm towards a seat nearby, taking his own oncemore. He busies himself by pouring Jarret some wine before answering. "Good. Idle, to be truthful, which is fine. It is the depth of winter and to march our troops out to battle in this weather… Goodness. I'm happy we are still waiting."

Jarret chuckles momentarily as he hears that. "Idleness can be both good and bad," he offers, before he glances around again. "There are far more comfortable places to do so, though. At least for some of us."

"Hmm. Yes, I s'pose. I've always had a fondness for winter, though, that I believe comes from being a man of the mountains and valleys. This winter is wetter than I am used to, but it is not surprising. To keep the troops busy and trained and hard, though… that's the trick." Thomas replies, raising his cup to the Sokar. "And you, Sir?"

Taking the cup of wine, Jarret raises his own cup in return. "Me? I'm okay, I suppose. Nice with a break from Four Corners, although I've mostly been keeping to my ship and the docks."

Thomas leans back in the seat, the chair creaking with the change of weights. "Last we spoke, Sir, you said you would fight with the contingent when we marched. Is that still so?"

"That is indeed so," Jarret replies, before he offers a brief smile. "Any idea about when that is going to be?"

"I don't know yet. His Majesty told me that Baron Ramius d'Arran is in charge, and I know that Baroness Myrana will certainly also be with. I have not seen the Baroness since the docks, and I've never met her husband, though I've heard very positive things. Until we meet… it will be hard to ascertain." The Easterner answers, sighing lightly.

Nodding a little, Jarret takes another sip of his wine. "Ah yes, that would mean things take a bit longer, yes." A brief pause, before he adds, "And Baron d'Arran is a good man, at least from the few times I have encountered him."

"Precisely. Now I've got many professional soldiers and hedge knights in this force, but I'm the only noble. I need another Galenthian of good blood, and I don't think your skills at war are anything that need discussing." Thomas smiles broadly; he'd fought alongside Jarret more times than he could count, and seen the damage that the Sokar could do. "Where in the line do you wish to fight? The pike, I presume? Our pike officers usually carry swords, but your poleaxe would be well disposed to that, I think."

Jarret grins, "I still prefer using a real weapon and not just a big pen knife," he replies a little lightly. There's a few moments of pause, before he adds, "The pike sounds like a good spot."

"Say what you will about swords, but they are the weapon of most professionals for a reason… though I will certainly not disparge your chosen tool. I've seen men in full plate crushed by a poleaxe. In fact, I think I've seen some crushed by YOUR poleaxe." Laughter follows. "Good. As you know, I prefer to lead from the reserve, as from there I can direct the flow of battle more easily. Our force structure here is well balanced, actually. The Spurs", Thomas must be referring to the Royal Knights of the Burnished Spurs, "are pike, shot and horse, all very well drilled and experienced in the late war. If the enemy deploys in a typical manner, I intend to fix them on the pike, spray them with the shot and use the knights to screen flank and charge. Myself and my Guards will be on foot in reserve and commit if necessary. If the enemy decides to mix it up, well, we'll adapt on the fly. But be prepared to be the anvil."

Jarret chuckles as he hears that, nodding a little. "You direct the flow, then I'll help nearer the front," he replies, with a smile. "And I'm always prepared to be the anvil, my friend."

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