(1866-08-18) A Chance Meeting
A Chance Meeting
Summary: Two old allies meet by chance in the Golden Dragon.
Date: 1866-08-18
Related: None
Broderick  Aidric  

The Golden Dragon Inn

The Golden Dragon Inn is a sprawling and airy establishment with shutters instead of a wall facing the street to let cool air in during Sunsreach's scorching summers. Inside the common room it is shady and cool, with a scattering of circular tables about the center of the room, a heavy wooden bar to one side, and the scintillating smells of the kitchen wafting through a door to the right. The back of the establishments are given over to private tables, most often used by the 'quality', those with fat purses or noble names. Past these tables are the doors to private dining rooms where one can entertain in privacy.

The true focus of the common room however is the stage where bards, singers, storytellers and even actors can be found preforming most nights to the amusement of the patrons.

Past the stage is the wooden steps to the upper level sleeping chambers, which vary from closet sized rooms with a straw pallet and a chamber pot to more lavish bedrooms befitting guests of quality.

Alout 18th 1866

It's early evening and the bards are in full flow, even though it's early enough that the place isn't busy yet. A few merchants hold court near the door, having apparently closed early after a bumper day, while a pair of naval officers catchup and swap stories of the ocean main in the corner. At a small table near the bar is Broderick. It's true he could have taken one of the more private tables fourther back, but for now he seems to be content to sup a watered wine and listen to the music and song.

Aidric Carling was no stranger to the Golden Dragon, he had come here often as a boy and since coming to court it had become a favourite haunt once more. So, the evening finds him entering, a sword on his hip, a smile on his face and mischief on his mind. Though, when he spots a familiar face supping on his own the smile turns into a perplexed look, was that? Could it? Wasn't he? He makes his way over to the table, pushing a patron out of his path as he does. Ignoring the man's cursing, Aidric takes a seat at Broderick's table. "We missed you in the uprising," he remarks. "That is the Roses and I missed you. Wasn't sure if you were still among the living."

By the look on Broderick's face as he turns his attention from the bard to the newcommer he's about to very politely demand an explaination as to just who the younger man thinks he is. There is though, just in time, an inkling of recognition and his expression turns to one of cautious interest until he's sure he can place Aidric in his mind. Tone still cautious though he lifts his glass, notes cagilly "I wasn't in Sunsreach at the time," then sips. "Here i am though, still very much amongst the living, as, it seems, are you."

"Clearly not," Aidric says, by his faint smirk he is very aware he is imposing on the other man's quiet and simply does not care over much. "Yes, still alive, no thanks to Alphard and his lot. They did their best though, the Tirians too. So, what brings you back to court? I suspect you have a great deal of catching up to do."

"A couple of years worth," Broderick conceeds with a faint til of his head towards Aidric, "you might even say anything since the first rumours from Alphard's camp." The entertainments forgotten for now he eyes the man next to him, as if such a cursuary look could judge the character of him after so many years. His expression remains carefully neutral as he leans into the back support of the chair and finally answers he question posed. "I turned back upon news of my cousin's betrothal. We may not always have seen eye to eye, but we are both Tracano, and so I returned." There's a pause, a considered look, then he ventures a question of his own, "and yourself? What brings you to Sunsreach?"

"Yes," Aidric says thinking back, "I suppose you have been away that long, well, many tales to be shared then," he remarks before enduring that shrewd glance he is given before nodding at Broderick's answers. "Well the wedding is certainly a spectacle not to be missed," he says absently, words to fill space, the question is met with a more measured response, "I was summoned," he explains. "Her Majesty called me back from Pacitta to serve her during the uprising, now though, I am working for the Lord Marshall, your cousin, Sir Thaddeus." He offers a small shrug. "Tedious work now that peace has broken out, but there it is. What do you do these days to fill the hours?"

Broderick listens, not seeming in any mood to interupt Aidric as he answers, although a small nod is given at the mention of the summons and he remarks off-handedly, "such should not be disobeyed at such times." The mention of his cousin causes a faintly interested eyebrow to rise before the naming of Thaddeus auses it to fall once again in mild ill-humour. "The Lord Marshall and I," he correct quickly, "are not exactly close. His sister may be my father's bastard," that last word emphasised slightly, "but his mother never hid her contempt for mine. Nor her dispointment in my uncle. There might be a blood link through him, but we are not family." Intending that to be the end of that he moves on swiftly, "Myself? I have found what one might call a higher calling, or I suppose, at least a calling which should keep me out of House politics for a while. When time and fortune allow, I quest for the Church, and it was the pursuit of rumours of a lost gate that kept me away these past months."

"True enough," Aidric admits of the summons, with a rueful smile. "Though I'd about worn out my welcome in Pacitta to be honest, too many old friends," he says meaning Thorns of course. There is a nod about Thaddeus. "Yes, I remember now, you had similar thoughts about them in the past. I suppose we must forget that old saw of time healing all wounds, eh?" he needles lightly before moving on. The subject of gatefinding earns an arched brow, "I had no idea you were such an optimist," he remarks with a grin. "Still, an exciting trade if nothing else, has your searching taken you anywhere interesting?"

"I think perhaps that what old friends I had have since drifted away," Broderick remarks, equally meaing the Thorns and his failure to raise his sword with them to over throw the Queen. "I suspect though, that we are best off rid of them." Another sip of wine is taken and he glances briefly ot the bards once more before acknowledging, "the final two years of the war did not overly help, not with my father's mistress ruling over the lands I 'guested' in." Two years with the aunt who hates you, fun times. The final remarks draw a faint smile though and he notes "I never said I expected to find any, but it's an honest living, and as mentioned, keeps me out of the politics. I can not claim to have yet seen the sights of the world though, mostly peasant hovels, great exapnses of nothingness, and dusty trade routes. A man with th eskill could no doubt write thrilling tales from such rides, but I myself have never been the poetic type."

"Yes mine as well, and I do not miss them, "Aidric replies in the same manner about the Thorns. "Is that what happened then? A guest of the Greycens? The One did not smile on you then. Makes my three years at Whitewalls seem a pleasant sojourn," he shakes his head naming the famous Haldis held castle where he'd spent his captivity. "No you didn't," Aidric allows with a faint nod of acquiescence. "And it will keep you clear of the politics, until you do find one, and everyone wants to claim it," he jests, after all for all the Gatefinders in the world so few have found new gates. A woman enters, and as her eyes seek out Aidric, and he returns the look with a smile. The remark about poetry though does get his attention back to Broderick as he moves to stand. "Perhaps you should tell me about them some day and I can see what can be done with it, lonely and an unmapped roads do have a certain poetic charm," he admits. "But for now, Sir, I will leave you in peace. But do not depart the city without saying goodbye, I am sure we have more news to share."

"That is what happened," Broderick confirms with a nod, "my feelings towards their house were well enough known that I was set against them. A blessing in someways, as it kept me clear of Ironhold and all that happened there, yet still, not something I would care to repeat." He notes the look to the woman, but says nothing of it as Aidric prepares to take his leave. "I suspect that I shall be here a while yet," he replies briefly, "unless my regal cousin demands otherwise. Time will tell though so for now I will simply bid you a good evening."

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