Ser Nerys Ronain, Knight of Redcliffe (ronain) wrote in thedas,
After allowing him a moment to regain his breath, Nerys listened carefully to the message being delivered, whilst Cafall had the sudden gall to start sniffing around the violet velvet hem of the templar's skirt. She glanced down at the hound, a brief look of disapproval etched into her brow that the dog caught quickly. Wordlessly, he took two steps back and planted himself down beside the kennel master, looking somewhat ashamed for his lack of manners. With that out of the way, she turned her full attention to the young man, who appeared to be hardly any older than either of the squires standing behind her. Distinctly, the sound of blades had stopped -- they were gawking, not practicing, and she would have to chide them about it later.
The first name out of his mouth wasn't exactly familiar, but there were only a handful of magi sent to Redcliffe, and only two Enchanters -- one of each gender. Lee had to be the woman with the dark, curly hair, of course. She dipped her head in a half-nod, affirming that she understood -- then he gave pause, and she wasn't quite sure who he was talking about then. The...Johann? The knight squinted at him, trying to figure out which person Johann was in their party. But it quickly dawned on her that she knew that name from somewhere else. There was a dwarven tracker and logger who lived upland from the village proper, whom she wasn't familiar with herself, but heard many people speak of in shops and in the tavern. Nerys couldn't be certain that was the woman he spoke of, though she would find out soon enough.
"Thanks," said the knight briefly, to acknowledge that his extra effort in coming to them with urgency was somewhat appreciated. He hadn't been particularly informative in his message, though, so she didn't feel it necessary to be too effusive. Nerys glanced back at her trainees, who made as if they had been working all this time. She put her attention on the girl first, "Lora, find Oliver and tell him that we need to see the Arl." There was no protest from the squire, who passed off her blade to her sparring partner and dashed off to find the seneschal, far faster on her feet in cloth armor than the poor templar in his chain. So as not to leave the girl's partner hanging, she added on quickly, "Yorath, clean up the equipment, and head to the Wardens' quarters. Bring them to the main hall if they're there." Orders given out, Nerys turned to Loïc once more. "All right. What does she need of us? Has something happened in the mountains?"