(D7 LM) Whichway to Kenway?

[Ser Kenway Sloan]

Kenway offered a hand for the man to shake, “damn fine turn in the Melee, I thought for sure you had it.”

[Mariessa Tremaine]

Kevith smiled wryly, giving a firm shake in return. "Eh, guess it just wasn't meant to be... wanted to claim that honor for m'lord, but some people got luckier. Would've been fun if we had met on the field there."

He scratched his neck after tossing some meat to the dogs. "Maester told you about the dagger then? Never seen anything like that before in me life... figured it was odd something like that was suddenly outside my tent, adressed to me. Wouldn't mind knowin' who put it there, considerin' what we found in the pommel."

[Ser Kenway Sloan]

“Addressed to you? Like a gift. What were you doing when you found it?”

[Mariessa Tremaine]

"Had a note with my name written on it, but nothin' else," Kevith shrugged, still puzzled by it all. "Had just finished my night-watch early in the mornin' when I found it. Wrapped in cloth with some red rope around it. Saved the note if it matters?"

[Ser Kenway Sloan]

Turning back to the Maester, “are you able to tell me what this is in here?”

[Maester Simon]

"Mhmm, maybe. Let me have a closer look." Simon replied.

[Ser Kenway Sloan]

Kenway held onto the knife, and offered the vial back to the Maester.

[Maester Simon]

Simon sniffed the contents carefully, figuring it would be safe enough as the poison was clearly meant to be introduced to a wound. "No smell. Clear. Could be many things, unfortunately. I could try to find out if I had access to measter Hubert's tools - or something similar. Someone in the town might have what I need. Maester seemed rather distracted with... his duties."

[Ser Kenway Sloan]

Kenway grunted. “Do you need his assistance, or just his equipment?”

[Maester Simon]

"His equipment really." Simon shrugged. "I mean, I am sure he could help but... I think you, me and him might prefer he keeps eye on Ser Elwood?"