[D1 EM] Did You Pack This Yourself? (House Tremaine)

[Marten Tremaine]

Marten shook his head. "Now now, girls, it's nothing to be excited about. Besides, it's good luck to have at least one thing to turn over, isn't it?" He gave the other knight a wink.

[Mariessa Tremaine]

Kevith grunted in non-verbal agreement with Marten, smirking as he made his own gear ready for inspection. Though he looked like that kind of guy who might've needed to have his fists confiscated... as any brawl with him involved would end up with more than just a few missing teeth or fractured bones for whoever was on the recieving side.

Mari rolled her eyes over the old men, fussing over her own belongings to close everyhing back the way it was.

[Ser Kenway Sloan]

Kenway was checking through Kevith's things when the man made his outburst. The guard captain barely raised an eyebrow, "if you aren't able to see why such precautions should be necessary, then perhaps you'd best find yourself another line of work." his tone was hard, a man accustomed to giving orders, and to having them obeyed.

[Maester Simon]

Simon followed his betters quietly, presenting his sacks for inspection when his turn came. As the guard approached him, the young maester offered him a shy smile, and bobbed his head, causing his chain of links jingle softly. "Good morning Ser."

[Marten Tremaine]

"It's alright, Kevith." Marten said, his voice deep and firm, both reassuring and commanding at the same time. It was either his lord's voice, or his dad's voice. There was some overlap.

"I don't mind. It's all part of the experience, really." He said, giving a slightly stiff shrug.

[Mariessa Tremaine]

"Just think yer time could be better spent," Kevith grumbled, but didn't stop the man from going through his stuff as he followed the protocol.

"You'd be doing the same thing if the situation was reversed," Mariessa chided their 'uncle'-figure. "If the good ser was coming to our home for something like this."

The large man said nothing in reply, only crossing his arms over his chest.

[Ser Kenway Sloan]

With the man-at-arms' gear checked, it was the maester's turn. Kenway groaned internally at the sight of his chain, maester's carry the strangest things, he grumbled to himself, mentally preparing as he began to check over Simon's belongings. He opened the chest containing the maester's kit, and poked amongst the tinctures and packets with a finger, trying not to unsettle the contents too much.

He selected a vial at random, "what's this for?"

[Maester Simon]

With the man-at-arms' gear checked, it was the maester's turn. Kenway groaned internally at the sight of his chain, maester's carry the strangest things, he grumbled to himself, mentally preparing as he began to check over Simon's belongings. He opened the chest containing the maester's kit, and poked amongst the tinctures and packets with a finger, trying not to unsettle the contents too much.

He selected a vial at random, "what's this for?"

"Ah, good ser, that's for aching belly." Simon explained, tapping his belly in case the guard was a simpleton. "Peppermint and southern spices. Quenches down the heartburn."

[Ser Kenway Sloan]

He nodded and picked up the packet of dried pennyroyal, "and this one?" he cautiously sniffed at the paper envelope.

[Maester Simon]

He nodded and picked up the packet of dried pennyroyal, "and this one?" he cautiously sniffed at the paper envelope.

"That would be something for the ladies, good Ser." Simon murmured, glancing at the Tremaine daughters. "Please don't take a swig, you'd only get horrible runs. Since you know..." he dangled his finger in the air, slowly swaying it from side to side.