[D2 LE] RP Thread: Welcoming Feast

[Terrance Stone]

Finally, his drinking partner was snoring into his cup. Terrance set his own down and pushed away from the table. He was far from sober and would need a few moments to clear his head. He looked about the hall assessing how others were doing. Leo seemed alright. Lilly seemed her usual self.

[Leovall Marten]

Bored of petting the surprisingly affectionate hunting dog who had wandered over for scraps, Leo looked back around the table he was sat at. He's drunk, she's drunker and he's going to be sick tomorrow after forcing that extra plate down. Sweet Seven, she needs to stop staring at him. He's married and half your age woman! What's wrong with these people? Feeling out of place he topped up his cup and drank slowly yet deeply. Maybe I'll try the mead next? The white wine just wasn't doing it for him.

[Marten Tremaine]

A little wearily, Marten turned to look at Jyn as she walked past. "Jyn..." He groaned, shaking his head. She'd clearly had a little too much to drink. On the other hand, so had he. At least, it seemed like in his later years, it made him more tired than silly.

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[Shana Crane]

Seeing Marten without the company of his daughters, and getting a little close to drowning in drink, it was an older woman - older at least in comparison to the gaggle of sixteen year old girls debuting for potential suitors - who swooped down to speak to him. "Good evening, Shana Crane, a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

[Marten Tremaine]

With a bit of an effort, Marten straightened, blinking. "Marten Tremaine. It's a pleasure to meet you as well, milady."

For the moment, that was all he could manage. Even that much had taken a valiant effort.

[Shana Crane]

Shana waved to one of the servants, "if you could, please bring us a cup of wormwood tonic," she said graciously. Her dress was quite plain, in contrast to the fineries that the other noblewomen had put on display for the event, and there was something languid, almost fluid about the way she moved, not carrying herself with the stiffness that usually came with such noble breeding.

[Marten Tremaine]

Marten's lips pressed together, his beard managing to hide the slight flush on his face. "Oh, please, don't trouble yourself, milady." He waved a hand casually. "That's very kind of you, but I just need a few minutes."

Still, taking a deep breath, he managed to rouse himself to a bit more conversation. "So, ah, what brings you to the festivities? You have a relative in the tournament?"

[Shana Crane]

Shana gives the servant a knowing look. Almost like... one professional to another, and the servant hurries away. "It's really no trouble," she insisted, "no doubt they have a whole vat of the stuff already warmed and waiting. Feasts like these do encourage one to indulge so."

She considered the man beside her, "I have been staying at Grassy Vale for," a pause, "quite some time now."

[Marten Tremaine]

Marten frowns. Some pieces were starting to come together, but they were doing so exceptionally slowly, thanks to the wine.

"Have you, then? Shauna Crane, you said? I'm sorry, have we met before? I hope you'll refresh my memory." He gave her an apologetic smile.

[Shana Crane]

Shana noted the look on his face, and tried on an expression of innocence. She was no doe-eyed youth, and she didn’t waste time trying to pretend to be. “I’ve been a lady-in-waiting to Lady Lysa, it’s no surprise that our paths haven’t crossed until now.” Her demeanour was, from the slightly awkward smile to the plainness of her gown, entirely convincing.


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Simple Intrigue: Deception (Bluff), Courteous, Trecherous, TN12: 24