He caught the young Lord of the Arbor's eye as he crossed the courtyard. Aksel had been planning to leave the Keep for the afternoon, but his informant could wait. They were more loyal if they felt they could not depend on him.
Redwynes... Kyra says that they seem restless again. Young Lord Daven had won the joust and received his prize from the Dragonmaid herself. He'd be a popular man these days. Aksel wondered if the glory had gone to his head.
An interesting friend to make. "Lord Redwyne," he nodded, with his best lord's smile. A little condescending, with the stiff pride that they expected of a Northron and an older man, and not too wide the first time--that only put others on their guard. "You acquitted yourself most honorably during the tourney. The Arbor must be proud."