(121-05-07) The Search for Garvin and Arion Part II

Retconned. Garvin and Arion were both released after less than two days of captivity, quite unharmed, near the bridge to Garden Isle.

The Search for Garvin and Arion Part II
Summary: Loryn and Sera finally find Garvin, helped by Greydon
Date: 07-05-2014
Related: Search for Garvin and Arion Part I
Players:
Sera..Loryn..Greydon..Garvin..

Having got directions from the sailor, Loryn and Sera make their way into Harbour Street for further inquiries. Loryn actually approaches some of the girls working the area. But apparently he isn't very successful, getting mostly taunts from the sassy ladies who hope for some business from the obviously young rich nobleman.

"I don't think you look the type to approach women on the street," Sera murmurs towards Loryn as they step away from the latest working girl. "We may need to make you look a little rougher, or, you know, change the way you approach them." She offers oh-so-unhelpfully. She has her blue cloak on, the hood pulled low to at least try and mask her hair.

"What do you mean, rougher?", Loryn protests, "I'm… I'm a Tyrell, I can't help being well-bred. Why don't you try your look with some of the other sailors there?", he asks, pointing towards a bunch of them, "You had the old ugly fellow eating out of your hand too. Maybe they've seen a tall guy lugging suspicious baggage."

Garvin isn't himself today. He's not exactly sure who he is, but he's positive he's not himself. Dressed in tattered rags that might once have been finery, his hair tangled and filthy, he crouches in the mouth of an alley between two less than reputable brothels, wide eyes darting back and forth, like some prey animal wary of predators.

"I mean actually look like you want to bed them at some point," Sera returns with a little laugh before she turns to look in the direction of the sailors. She frowns for a moment then back to Loryn, "As long as you keep close then I will. See, this is why I wish you were a knight," she teases lightly. Slowly she makes her way through the crowd to get closer to the sailors. The beggar between two brothels, or so she thinks, is largely ignored.

"Well, I'm as good as a knight.", Loryn points out huffily, having dismissed her suggestion to look like he'd like to sleep with filthy harbour prostitutes with a shake of his head. "And I can very well protect you." One hand on the pommel of his sword, he follows Sera towards the sailors. He does spot the beggar by the brothels and for one moment something seems to prick the back of his mind, but the feeling goes ignored for now. Too many beggers, too much filth around here.

Garvin shinks away from the two very obviously noble persons, looking as though he fears a beating. But something seems to prick at the back of his mind, too. Brows drawn together, he sits up a little straighter and croaks a drawn out, "Lorrrr-yn?"

Stopping a few meters away from the sailors, Sera actually hesitates for a moment before she glances back towards Loryn. She doesn't seem to believe him as he claims he can protect her, lifting up a red eyebrow before she grins a little bit. "Alright, if you think you can manage a number of sailors descending upon us," yea, so she is trying to scare him a little bit - she did say they wouldn't dare harm them earlier that day after all.

"Of course I can.", Loryn assures her blithely - he'd be damned to admit to any insecurity or anxiety after all. Then he hears his name being croaked nearby and frowns. Instinctively drawn back to the strange beggar he saw earlier. "Sera, wait a bit.", he urges the redhead and turns back, approaching the sitting figure warily.

Garvin squints through his long, filthy hair, concentrating very hard. Then suddenly, he gives his head a quick jerk, flipping his long curls away from his face in a very Garvin-like manner. Again, he croaks, "Lorrrr-yn?" He swallows hard, trying to clear both his throat and his head. His voice is a little less gutteral when he speaks next. "Is dat you, Loryn?"

Coming from the harbor front, another member of the motley and small search party has arrived. Though unlike squire and redheaded maid, this one comes wearing a bit more armor and looking a bit more in place for an enforcer, than likely the other two present-though unneeded. The Golden Rose of Tyrell shows on pauldron-which hopefully should show some identifier to the party.

As Loryn is spotted, a hand is raised and there a wave given. "Ho' Loryn!" hailed and what not by the knight, hopefully it'll keep the party and more importantly the squire from romaing off. "Nothing by the harbourfront. I checked again along a few warehouses.." Greydon trails before he is looking over towards Sera. "No trace, sadly."

When asked to wait, Sera does as told, at least for a bit. As soon as Loryn moves far enough away she follows him, trying to see what he is seeing. Hearing the beggar speak Loryn's name, Sera parts her lips to say something but is cut short at Greydon's arrival. "Nothing?" She asks with a wince, not giving the beggar any mind at all.

Loryn meanwhile barely registers Greydon's arrival or words, his eyes fixed on the beggar, who's doing a very Garvin-like gesture and whose voice begins to ressemble Garvin's as well. "Seven Hells!", he bursts out, kneeling by the beggar, but stil keeping some inches distance to him. "Garvin? By the Crone's hairy tits, what are you doing here?" He peers, squints. Yup, it seems to be his cousin. "If this is some sort of method acting thing, you're really overdoing it."

Garvin lets out a scratchy cry of terror, flinching back from Loryn and ducking his head behind his crossed arms, as if to ward off a blow. He cowers that way for several moments before lifting his head just enough to peek between his wrists. "Gaaar…vin?" He blinks twice or thrice, then in a stronger voice, he says, "Garvin!" Dropping his arms, he gives Loryn a weak smile. "I'm Garvin. Garvin Tyrell."

Brows shoot up as Loryn's voice registers and he's now looking to the beggar by his cousin. "Loryn?" Greydon says before he is trotting a little closer, one hand moving to the pommel of his sword-though no steel is drawn. As he does near, he slows and moves to examine the wretch, that Loryn himself seems fascinated with. "By gods.." Greydon murmurs as he looks over towards Loryn and then back down towards the other fellow. "Lord Garvin?" It is apparent that Ser Greydon doesn't recognize his cousin. Not by a longshot.

That is the man that has stolen Arion's heart? That is the first expression on Sera's features before it is quickly wiped away to be replaced with one of actual alarm as shock melts into realization when Garvin cries out in terror. "What-…Oh my god, what has happened to him? Does that mean-…Arion? Arion!" She calls out, looking around them in desperation as she peers into the faces of all the beggars close by. "He must be here then too, he must! Loryn, ask him! Please ask him!"

"Shhh!", Loryn frowns at Greydon and Sera, lifting a hand towards them, urging them to calm to not spook Garvin further. As a squire, he does have some experience with calming spooked horses after all. "Yes, cousin, you're Garvin Tyrell.", he assures the unfortunate one then, "And I'm Loryn, your cousin, as you know. And that's the Lady Sera, Arion's sister. And our cousin Greydon. We've all been looking for you and Arion. Are you injured? Can you get up?", he asks, holding out a hand to him.

Garvin starts to reach for Loryn's hand, but suddenly his eyes bug wide. "Arion?" He grabs hold of his cousin, pulling himself to his feet. As he stands, a wave of rather unpleasant odor wafts with him. "Where's Arion? Arion! Arion, where are you?" Nearly frantic, he tries to brush past Loryn, calling over and over into the street.

"Seven hells.." Greydon murmurs as now he's looking around the crowd. Should this man have thugs or any other paid help about, this is like crowing out for attention. The knight's hand doesn't stray from his blade before he is raising his other hand to grab a hold of Garvin's collar, non to gently. "Cousin," the word is a whispered bark. Almost a command. "Cousin, You need to keep your voice down. We'll find Arion." he adds carefully-after all they told Sera they would aid in that. Not a lie.

"Loryn, keep an eye." Greydon states before he is removing his hand from his sword to try and turn his cousin his way. "Focus on me here." Whatever smells of shit and filth he'd be hit with, the Tyrell knight doesn't blanche. "How did you get out here?" This more or less asked quietly-and luckily it seems so far, no one else is looking for him.

With Garvin actually calling out Arion's name, Sera's hopes are completely dashed, realizing that he probably is just as unaware as the rest of them. With her shoulders dropping and her head hanging low she approaches the trio once more. "I suppose he isn't here." She lifts her head up and smiles sadly at Garvin, "but at least you're back." She isn't sure about 'safe and sound' yet. With Greydon restraining him, Sera steps back to ensure she is properly out of the way, looking towards the Knighted Tyrell with a frown, "Be gentle, he appears to have gone through quite an ordeal."

Loryn glares at Greydon as well, as the newly arrived Tyrell seems to want to assume control of the situation. But he is welcome to hold the rather smelly Garvin for now. "Garvin, you are safe now.", he assures his distraught cousin, "We'll take you home to Garden Isle and you can wash and eat and rest, while we find Arion. Do you remember how you got to this place? When did you last see Arion?" He casts a sideglance to Sera, knowing how worried she must be for her missing cousin.

Garvin shudders hard when both men take hold to restrain him, shrinking in on himself, but not pulling away. "Arion?" he asks meekly, his eyes losing focus for a long moment. His voice takes on a distant, dreamlike quality. "He broke off our…friendship. And then there were men and the Black Peacock, and I kicked and struggled and tried to roll out of the wagon, but someone kicked me. Then there was a cell with iron bars and…I don't remember what happened after that." He blinks a few times, looking between Loryn and Sera, then finally focusing on Greydon. He knows this man. An uncle? No, that's not right. "Cousin?"

Wanting and doing are two separate things. Greydon looks towards Garvin with skeptical eye before he is briefly looking over his shoulder. "He's fine." meaning he's likely not jostling him any worse, for the wear he has on him. "Loryn, do you have a horse close?" Getting Garvin home safe is of the highest priority to the other Tyrell. As Garvin talks, there's a small frown showing on Greydon's face before he is looking back towards Loryn. "They were in cages.." which likely means it could be any bloody building along here.

Turning his head the Tyrell knight offers a faint smile to Garvin. "Yes." he adds. "Cousin..you were a lot younger when I was in your home, and gone by the time I returned-both you and Matrim." If that doesn't jog the other's memory he clears his throat. "Greydon." How is this for a welcome nice to see you reunion. "Now Garvin, I know this may be hard, but beyond the iron bars of your cell-do you remember anything further-anything that might help us find Arion?" He'll probe the boy for how he escaped another time. "I imagine Arion is in a likely state-if not worse." this said over in the direction of Sera.

A grateful look is flashed towards Loryn before Sera inhales sharply at Garvin's words. "Oh, Arion," she murmurs a touch helplessly, scanning the crowds one last time before looking back to Greydon. "What did this monster do to them? What /could/ he have done to them?-" And Greydon's less than comforting words force a death-glare out of the Florent's teal eyes as she clenches her jaws and curls her fingers into a tight fist. "I am going to go see if I can find him. You two take your Lord home, I will be fine."

Loryn blinks a few times at Garvin's explanations. "Arion broke up with you? And then you were both taken? Did you see him after you were taken?" He then quickly turns to Sera, reaching out to stop her if necessary. "Wait, Sera. I'm not leaving you alone here in this area.", he says quickly, then looks at Greydon: "We didn't take horses. They'd only get stolen here anyway and it's not that far to Garden Isle. I would suggest you bring Garvin home, make sure he gets a hot bath, hot soup and some good sleep. He can answer more questions when he's rested. If he's out here in this state, Arion might be somewhere nearby. I'll help Sera look. You can't help us anyway, since you don't know Arion."

" Can't tell." this is said matter of factly towards Sera. "Though, I'd say he's likel been deprived of some things.." Food, and a bath for one. A look is given over towards Sera, and the glare recieves a rather neutral wash. "If we can get him home we can have a maester start seeing to Lord Garvin-which might produce better results." And there he looks back to the squire. "We're not leaving your cousin-So please cut on the dramatics, it won't serve here." Not with one still missing. "Garvin was found here, which likely means we will find Arion close by-what places have we not checked? Which way could he have come from-for I bet you, Garvin wouldn't have just been left in the street." That'd be too bloody risky.

As for the Squire theere's a faint stare given. "Your horse wouldn't be stolen here. The bridle would be too bloody expensive and with how our family stamps things, they'd not sell it." or fence it back properly. "Same for the brand." A glance is given to Sera, as he allows the rather shaken lad to mumble in his arms. "What if Arion is held by armed men, still? Two are not going to easily overcome that." Specially when one is a woman, the look seems to say. No Offense Sera. With that a peircing gaze finds the sailors close by And greyin rises from his crouched inspection of Garvin. A sharp piercing whistle is given, which has two longshoremen looking over. "Fetch the Watch." his voice is loud, controlled and there fore serious. The two men look at the small gathering of nobles and beggar-before one shrugs and head off in the direction of the nearest post.

"Can't tell." this is said matter of factly towards Sera. "Though, I'd say he's likel been deprived of some things.." Food, and a bath for one. A look is given over towards Sera, and the glare recieves a rather neutral wash. "If we can get him home we can have a maester start seeing to Lord Garvin-which might produce better results." And there he looks back to the squire. "We're not leaving your cousin-So please cut on the dramatics, it won't serve here." Not with one still missing. "Garvin was found here, which likely means we will find Arion close by-what places have we not checked? Which way could he have come from-for I bet you, Garvin wouldn't have just been left in the street." That'd be too bloody risky.

As for the Squire theere's a faint stare given. "Your horse wouldn't be stolen here. The bridle would be too bloody expensive and with how our family stamps things, they'd not sell it." or fence it back properly. "Same for the brand." A glance is given to Sera, as he allows the rather shaken lad to mumble in his arms. "What if Arion is held by armed men, still? Two are not going to easily overcome that." Specially when one is a woman, the look seems to say. No Offense Sera. With that a peircing gaze finds the sailors close by And greyin rises from his crouched inspection of Garvin. A sharp piercing whistle is given, which has two longshoremen looking over. "Fetch the Watch." his voice is loud, controlled and there fore serious. The two men look at the small gathering of nobles and beggar-before one shrugs and head off in the direction of the nearest post.'

Garvin gives his head a quick shake. "I'm not leaving without Arion," he says, squaring his shoulders as best he can. "We were together in the cell…I think." His eyes take on a distant look again, and for a long moment, it appears as though he's zoned out entirely, until he finally speaks in that far off voice. "There was a bed. Outside the cage, there was a bed. With…chains." He shudders and closes his eyes, head shaking once more. "Don't make me remember."

Sera offers a grateful smile towards Loryn before Greydon snags her attention. She inhales sharply, and although she doesn't move at first it is obvious that she realizes he may be right in this situation for some reason. She glances back to Garvin and pales at the mention of a bed with chains without the addition of a happy grin. "By the gods," she breathes out, "he really did torture them."

"We were fine looking as just the two of us before too.", Loryn replies stiffly, but he is not interested in starting a fight just now, "I believe Garvin should rest now." But as the watch is being called, he shrugs and gives up, leaving the decision up to Garvin.

Greydon raises a brow there, and then a silent. "Alright.." this more or less to Garvin, as he looks back over towards Sera, apprently he is not touching that further comment. "I don't want to know what was done there-I want to know where that was. If there was anything you can remember. Or how you got out?" Some clue that could open a pathway there. To Loryn's stiff reply there is a rather admonishing look given his younger cousin, but other than that-he's not commenting further, again.

Garvin begins to sway a little on his feet, then leans heavily against Loryn. "He went away. The Peacock, he left us for a time. And we were alone, but Arion was…not talking." He frowns, scrunching up his face in concentration, trying to put the memories in order. "Not asleep, but curled up in a corner of the cage. He wouldn't speak to me or…But then the men were back. Not the Peacock, the other men. They were…rough. I tried to fight them, but they took my eating dagger. But I got them to leave Arion alone and just use me." A hard shudder runs up and down him, and for a moment, it seems as though he's about to collapse, but he manages to keep his feet. "And they did, at least until the Peacock returned. He was very angry at them. And then…I was in an alley somewhere, and someone was stealing my shoes." He looks down at his filthy, bare feet, frowning. "They took my shoes."

Sera pales as the blood drains from her face. She stares at Garvin, listening to him so intensely that the other two men are forgotten. When he mentions that he took Arion's place, the Florent lady inhales sharply and bites her lower lip, looking away from the barefoot, beggar Lord. Her fingers curl back into a fist which she tightens but she doesn't say anything more, what could she say?

Since Garvin is leaning against him, Loryn wraps his arms around his cousin to hold him, trying to offer support in silence while he talks. "The Peacock was the man who took you? Do you know his real name?", he asks softly, "Could it be Toran Serrett?" He looks over to Sera briefly, re-confirming the name she had brought up earlier, then hugs Garvin again. "You're safe now. And Arion will soon be safe too.", he tries to reassure him.

"We will get you new shoes." Greydon assures before he is looking away-his mouth set in a hard and thin line before he is clearing his throat. What does one say to that bit of news. Clearing his throat again, Greydon speaks up as he looks back over to Loryn as in the distance Watchmen can be seen coming. "Garvin." Greydon asks, "Do you remember the direction of the alley you came from?" Here the other Tyrell is hoping for criminal stupidity-when it came to depositing the Lord.

"Toran Serret?" Greydon asks back, if he gets a name-he'll be sure to find the culprit and see him pay.

Garvin nods slowly, his dry tongue playing over drier lips. "Lord Toran, yes. Toran Serrett, the Black Pillowcase. No, Peacock, he's the Black Peacock. Alley?" He frowns again, brows furrowing as he tries to remember. "That way, maybe?" He points toward the docks, or perhaps he's pointing to the harbor itself. "It was so long ago. I was in the alley, and Arion wasn't there, and I tried to find him, but they stole my shoes and my belt and my hat and my simarre and…Where's Arion? What have they done to him?" He looks toward the brothel on the left, scowling. "They're mean in that one. The women, they're mean. But this one, they give me crusts of bread and water sometimes." He nods toward the right brothel then. "But nobody's seen Arion or the Peacock. How many days has it been?"

At the mention of Toran's name from Garvin's lips, Sera lets out a growl before he turns away. "By the gods, damn those Dragons for interferring!" She stomps away to release some of her rage away from the three men, fuming for a bit before returning once more. "How many days? Too many, Lord Garvin, too many."

Loryn has nothing left to say, so he continues to hold Garvin, using a free hand to fumble for the waterskin at his belt to hand it over to his obviously thirsty cousin. "Here, drink a little, but slowly. Not too much at once.", he cautions, then turns to Greydon again, frowning. "He is almost asleep on his feet, he needs to rest!"

"I'll be sure to let the Hightowers know, and I won't rest till I find him." Likely one Caelin Black Fox is in the same mein as the Red Rose of Highgarden. Greydon fumes for a moment, silently, as the Watchmen come over, and there he allows one to come closer "Help keep him up, Serjeant." he intones to the man before he is looking over to Loryn. "Likely they wouldn't have dropped him far. But, there's been no sign of men living in any of these warehouses.." And with that his brows certainly to stamp up. "A Noble Lord took him…" which means he would have to have means to keep him. "Serjeant, I need you and your compatriot to escort Lord Garvin to the Garden Isle Manse. The head of the guards there is named Tom." or is it Pel? He should likely ask the man sometime-but they'd know. "Garvin, do you remember if where you were kept had windows, or if you could hear the outside?"

Garvin frowns again, his head slowly shaking. "No windows, and I don't remember hearing anything. No…no, definitely couldn't hear outside. The door, it had a latch that was tricky, somehow. And they put me in a sack before taking me out again. Arion was in a sack, too. The Peacock, he said he was going to take us home, to our families. Said it wasn't worth the risk and kept complaining about bloody dragons." Suddenly, his face turns upward, fearful eyes scanning the skies above. "Is the dragon back? We have to find Arion before the dragon gets him!"

"Thank you," Sera murmurs towards the Tyrells gathered before her as she wraps her arms around herself once more, hugging herself rather tightly. "Dragon? As in Targaryens?" she breathes out again as she stares at Garvin once more. "More connections between this Serret and the Dragons!" She looks away with an aggravated sigh. "Or does he mean actual dragons?'

As the watchmen appear, Loryn hands Garvin over to them. "I'll come home in a bit.", he promises his cousin, "Make sure to get some rest now, don't worry about dragons. I'll check down that alley with the watch first, though, to see if we can find Arion." He nods to Greydon, then tries to offer Sera a comforting smile and steps away to the entrance of the alley, to explain what happened and what they are looking for. As soon as more watchmen strengthen their numbers, they'll continue the search.

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