(121-05-01) Betrothed Again
Bethrothed Again
Summary: Lady Elinor meets Ser Greydon, her new betrothed, and they engage in a brief conversation.
Date: 01/05/2014 (OOC)
Related: Unexpected Inspection

Quill and Tankard Hightower And Citadel

This is the common room of the Quill and Tankard, that famous Oldtown Inn that has never closed in five hundred years. The building is a noble old half-timber structure with plastered stone between the enormous old black beams. It sits on a small rock of an island at the edge of the Honeywine River, and is accessed by a little footbridge, or by water-taxi.

Rivermen and seamen, smiths and singers, priests and princes, Lords and sellswords, travelers both noble and small, and the novices and acolytes of the Citadel - all come for a taste of the fearsomely strong apple cider that makes this inn so beloved by Oldtown's people. There is a pleasant buzz of chatter, cups and tankards being filled and refilled, and general laughter.

The fire in the hearth allows for a merry glow and a comfortable warmth from Oldtown's breezy, misty cobblestone streets. Benches and tables offer places to sit, and there is a deliciously toothsome smell in the air of food from the back.

!!! Currently at least two City Watchmen are stationed here at all times. They will be quick to arrest those who offer violence to anyone. !!!

It is mid morning, and so the common man's lunch crowd has not shown itself here in the Quill and Tavern. Still, the ale house finds itself with a decent enough crowd. Some tables are bare, but those occupied are close to windows facing the sea to catch the cool breeze coming in, as today has proven itself to be hot. Perhaps not as oppressively so as days previous, but enough to warrant finding shade, breeze, and a cool drink. Amidst all the other troubles being faced, this is where Ser Greydon Tyrell finds himself. Seated at a table by a large and open window, (well large for the establishment), a mug of cidre before him as eyes peruse over a communicate in hand.

The knight does find himself peeking up and looking towards the door expectantly, from time to time.

Into the Quill and Tankard enters a lady, easily distinguished as such by her attire, a dress in orange and green, nicely complementing her sandyblonde hair, and somewhat distracting from her long nose and and only moderately pleasing face. She removes the light cloak she wears above her attire and hands it to her handmaiden, who follows close behind, as are two Costayne guards. Elinor casts a glance about the common room, a bit of insecurity flickering in her hazelbrown eyes, as one of her hands moves to brush a stray lock from her view. Her hair is arranged into a snail at the back of her head, held in place with pins of silver. A shy smile will appear on her features as she catches sight of the Tyrell. It seems she must have been expecting to meet him here, of all places, as she - after a brief moment of hesitation - walks over to him, her stride slow, maybe a bit cautious. "Ser Greydon…?", is offered, both question and greeting in one, as the Costayne lady arrives at his table. Her voice clear and polite, with the hint of a tremble underneath.

A glance up comes only after words are spoken, and then the knight is looking right up for a moment. "Oh. Hullo!" it's quick and energetic, and he's coming to stand trying to seem polite. "I'm sorry I should have ordered you something or had a cool refreshment waiting." he adds, before his hand is to the back of the chair. "Many apologies, I assure you." he adds quickly before a look is given her guards and winning smile given. "Please, sit." he adds and will wait for her to be seated before doing anything further. Only once this brief ritual is done does he look at her face, and there his brow hitches-a moment before lowering.

"You're.." a pause "Not what I expected." and there a smile is given after tenuous words and he seeks to place himself back down. "I am glad though we're to meet." and there he folds up the parchment and slides it away. "I apologize if I seem rude, or overly tired. I got in not too long ago-last evening infact- and I've been bombarded with the state of my House..Oh and yes, m cousin's been kidnapped and held for ransom by some fool calling himself the black peacock." a screwed smile there. As a serve passes one hand raises to catch her attention. "Sorry, what will you have?"

Elinor's lips curve into a smile at the energetic greeting. "I… no… I am fine, ser.", she says, her eyes rolling a little, as she seems both flattered and a little taken aback by Greydon's courtesy. She will accept the offered seat, bearing with his comment in all dignity. After all this is the second betrothed she is meeting, and so she has gotten used to being a bit of a surprise, with her plain face. "Neither are you what I expected, ser. I am pleasantly surprised.", she admits, a shy smile flickering on her features. "So you have just arrived, and to such dreadful news…?", Elinor continues, her brows jumping up in concern, as she hears about the kidnapping. "A bit of cider, please. I hear the cider of the Quill and Tankard is the best in Oldtown.", is the reply to Greydon's inquiry, the passing serve offered a nod and a smile. "So,…" as the Costayne's attention shifts back to the Tyrell. "When did you hear about all this, ser?" Hard to tell if she means the abduction or the betrothal.

Greydon gives Elinor a nod, before there's a simple raise of finger towards the server-who is sent off quickly. "Well, thank you for the kindness. I am sure I am a poor subsitute for your previous suitor." he adds with a wry smile before he reaches for his mug. It's much safer to drink than to talk. And so he offers his own grin again. "Sorry- Ah. Let's see. I got in before my train last night, and so I awaited the rest of my things here-ran into my cousin, Loryn" said so as to designate "And learned that Garvin was kidnapped. I've not much sleep as I was being filled in." a sigh there. And then he tilts his head. "What would you do in this situation, if family of yours was taken captive by someone claiming to be a black boistorous bird?"

Elinor clears her throat, which soon turns into a fit of coughing, at Greydon's remark about her previous suitor. "Oh well," she replies, after she has regained control over her breathing again, "Ser Axell Tarly,… I've met him just once. An… honest man, in a way." A nervous smile plays about the corners of her lips. "Let me just say, you are not a poor substitute, but the better choice. After all, my father dissolved the previous betrothal to… make this match possible, ser." She nods to the names of the Tyrells, certainly she knows them, but at the question she can't help but shake her head. "I am not sure, go and ask that black bird to return that family member, in all politeness?" That's all the answer young Elinor Costayne can come up with, in all naive honesty.

Brows shoot up and the knight is quick to reach a hand over the table. "Please-lady." he starts "I didn't mean to insinuate anything untowards about you, or your previous betrothed. It's." a slight laugh there. "A unique situation. I just wanted you to know that I am aware." he says and there a smile is added on as if he is trying to help smooth over ruffled waters. She does however earn a chuckle from Greydon before he is bowing his head. "Well thank you for the compliment." he adds before looking back up. "I believe we will. I do not know about paying the man, though." he adds , before he is catching up his parchment. "Which speaking of, I hate to dash, but I do need to go and see that a missive is posted. Perhaps we can meet soon again, longer." he adds. "So that we can get to know one another. And with that he rises. "It really was a pleasure meeting you, Elinor." a grin before he is making for the door. Coins left in his wake.

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