07.01.3013: Recommendations
Summary: Taryn and Rieke offer each other recommendations.
Date: 01 July 2013
Related: None
Rieke Taryn 

Grand Esplanade — Landing, Imperius
Although the Grand Esplanade is centered on a double lane for ground vehicles and carriages, the majority of the broad street is held for pedestrian use. Smooth pavement extends out around planters that keep vehicle traffic away from people on foot, exposing a broad expanse to the feet of passers by.

The Esplanade leads past scores of little hole-in-the-wall shops and kiosks selling everything from daggers to scarves to jewelry. Light posts are interspersed with the planters, casting a warm glow over the Esplanade at night, while electrostatic shields blur the skies but keep off any rain from above, leaving the Esplanade crowded day or night, rain or shine.

Towering over the Esplanade to the west is the shimmering steel spire of the Citadel, while the Gardens of Erkwin and the Landing Stadium lie to the east. Directly north is the magnificent Palace Towers, seat of House Sauveur.

July 1st, 3013

It is late in the day. The sun is just now beginning to think about its descent below the horizon. Of course, in Landing that means little as the streets are lined with artificial lighting, so the mass of people moving to and fro has only slightly thinned out along the Grand Esplanade, which leads from the Ways to Citadel and the Palace of the King. For many, the city is still in a state of mourning.

Taryn is standing beside a food vendor. The young Valen is counting out coinage to hand to the man in exchange for some of his goods. The Valen stableboy is dressed in a dark blue tunic. It is a sad marker for the times, but the young man wears a sword on his hip as well. He is obviously a citizen and is highly unlikely that he is attached to any knight or noble by the poor quality of his clothing. Once he is finished purchasing the loaf of bread, cheese, and a handful of pieces of fruit, he turns arounds, glancing idly at the men and women as they scuttle along.

Rieke comes down the Esplanade from the direction of the Waystation, just another face in the crowd, aside from bearing a blade at her hip as well. She seems to be shopping, but there isn't much lingering or stepping up and looking in through windows; instead, she's just giving each shop a brief glance while continuing at a brisk pace down the street. The only obvious sign is a small bag she carries at her side. Something on Taryn's side of the street draws her interest, prompting a rather sudden adjustment in her course and bringing her to the same vendor. She steps up and looks at the place's menu for a moment, but a sharp eye might notice she's not even really reading it before she glances over and asks Taryn rather bluntly, "What would you suggest?"

Taryn has just finished closing up the messenger back that holds his purchase. He nods to the woman as she speaks. He smirks slightly, "Well, if you are desperate and have good teeth, their bread is pretty good.. though a bit tough… However, if you aren't quite so desperate, there is another vendor about four blocks towards the palace on the right that sells smoked venison that's really pretty good… and the price isn't all that unreasonable." Once again, he nods his head in respectful greeting, "I'm Taryn… Taryn Wystrel."

Rieke looks down at the bag for half a moment, then puts on a bland smile, "Now why would someone like you be eating bread of this quality? A man with a blade at his side should be able to earn a living not to be scoffed at. What should I call you? Taryn? Mister Wystrel? Young Master? Sir? I'm afraid I'm not overly familiar with the faces of the Landing."

Taryn almost starts to laugh at the 'young master' but can't resist at the 'sir'. "Taryn is sufficient… Mister Wystrel if you wish otherwise." He shakes his head, "And I am no one's squire… and certainly not a knight." His hand pats the pommel of the blade. "This was sort of a gift…" A mighty fine and expensive gift. "I'm probably more likely to hurt myself than an enemy." He shrugs slightly, "I'm trying to watch what little money I do have and trying to get it to stretch as long as possible." He looks to you, "But viewing your sentiment… yeah, definately the apple smoked venison…"

Rieke nods once and relaxes a tad, "Should still be careful wearing that around in public; you look a lot more likely to cause trouble than to defend the gates, if you understand my meaning." That said, she puts on the sort of smile that nobles need to memorize for formal occasions and introduces herself, "I am Sir Rieke Castillo, in the service of House Orelle. I concern myself primarily because should someone see my blade as a beacon and come to me for help, I would have a chance of rendering such aid; for you, I worry."

Taryn straightens up slightly, "Of course, Sir Reike. I can understand your concern, but as the blade was given to me with the suggestion of wearing it by one of the Sauveurs, it is not really my place to refuse." He cocks his head slightly, as he regards her, "But, in truth, I do know the basics of its use.. Just not to what I'd imagine someone like yourself would be expected to know."

Rieke nods curtly and smirks just faintly, "Of course. I have no expectations of anyone, especially not in regards to such martial pursuits. If it is a gift, it is your decision as to how to use it, but if it is a gift from a Saveur, I can say nothing and it is no concern of mine." A slight squint and she goes on, "What do you do, then, Taryn? I am no knight by birth; my title was earned through tutelage under a knight far greater than I; what is it that you do, if that blade has no use to you?

Taryn smiles slightly, "Well, sadly with the state of things… with the constant threat of the Hostiles growing ever and ever more prominent in our concerns.. I'd hardly say that it does me no use… but I am a groom, Sir Reike… I would like to think that I have more than a touch of talent with horses."

Rieke nods again and twists her lips up slightly, "I can't say I am the best with the beasts. Ride them I must, but love them…I can but try, I suppose? Anyway…you needn't feel that you must defend your blade; if you use it where you shouldn't, it is more the concern of the law than of mine, so unless you decide to pull it now, you should be at easte."

Taryn chuckles softly, "Truly, were the world as I would have it, the best and only place the blade would be is where it is now, held in its sheath." He pauses, "Truly, I think that is the best place for all of its kind. But unfortunately, the world is not like that, is it?"

Rieke can't help but smile genuinely at that. It's more of a grin, really, and a toothy one at that, "Well…let's not be too hasty. There is always a place for sport; a good spar may not be something the average citizen of the Landing might enjoy on a daily basis, but I find it…bracing, let's say? But I understand your meaning. We must all have our hopes; the more naive, the more comforting, I suppose."

Taryn nods slightly, "Okay, I'll grant that… and the blade has its place in many a tourneys… Though personally, the tourneys that I enjoy tends to be fought with lance aloft a destier… but I am from the Vale, so I imagine we have vastly different perceptions of sport."

Rieke shrugs one shoulder a tad and steps to the side to let a customer get to the vendor, "I've ridden in the lists, but I admit, it is not my strongest event. In fact, it is likely my weakest, among those I participate in. To be honest, I am not fond of relying on another creature for my well being, so I do not make the best rider. The extent of my affinity for animals is perhaps cats…certainly nothing practical.

Taryn grins, "Well, that's maybe one of the reasons why it isn't your thing… Don't think of the horse as something separate… Think of it as a partner… The two of you are one unit… you may rely on it, but it relies on you. When a rider and a horse are true match, they act as one." There is a look in his eyes that shows a fair amount of passion about the topic. He then pauses, "I'm sorry, Sir, it's not really my place to give a knight pointers."

Rieke raises her hands a tad and shows her palms, smiling only slightly, "I don't particularly care who you are, I welcome advice from any vector if it turns out to be useful. I cannot say that I can use your advice, since I think it is a problem in my personality more than in my learning that is blocking my way, but I appreciate your wish to help. Regardless of rank, we are all students at the end of the day."

Taryn smiles slightly and nods. "That may indeed be true, Sir Rieke, but your rank grants you a minimal amount of respect, which I'm afraid my lack of sleep has overstepped." He grins slightly, "In the Vale, we have a great amount of respect for the chivalry."

Rieke nods her head once and looks up away from the conversation and around the street, "Well, the sun has yet to set, but go get your sleep, if you lack it. I am sure the horses can live a night without you, Taryn. I must be on my way to find what I came for, but I do apologize for being overly suspect of your blade. Perhaps one day I will come for a tourney and see you again in the stable." That said, she dips into a shallow bow and steps back, pivoting as if to head off, abrupt though it may be.

There is a wistful look in his eyes. Taryn shakes his head, "Nah, for some reason I don't think sleep will be my friend tonight either…" He shakes his head, "Do not apologize. You were seeking to ensure the safety of the people. That is your duty is it not?" He grins, "There is never a reason to apologize for doing your duty, Sir Rieke." He responds with a respectful bow, "It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Have a good evening."

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