Raph. And Njall, apparently
„Greetings, Sir Njall“
Njall turned from the horse he tended to look at the man that approached him.
He brought a horse, leading it on its halter. It was calm and showed no signs of distress.
The horse never was in this stable before. He knows. The guard dogs were right around the corner. Some were barking.
The stranger took care of the horse. A good sign.
Looking back at him, he was fair folk. All white. Velius would say.
As it was, Njall nodded at him, then continued brushing his mare.
“My name is Sir Raphael Israfil, of the Northern Countries, as you call it. I was sent to talk to you. The reasoning behind this was not entrusted to me. But I was assured it was a very good idea”
Noble. Northerner. Talker.
Njall hummed before he said: “Gabrielle’s friend?”
Another one.
“Mh. Yes. A friend. A friend is… right. But I am here for my sister. She followed after Lady Gabrielle. I am almost certain there are complications. Difficulties. The people greeting me did not wish to tell me. So, maybe you are aware where my sister might be? A northerner, just like me? Has she arrived safely? Were there difficulties?”
Patting his mare’s neck, he put the brush away. She was a good horse, very patient.
While he took out the blanket for her, he answered: “Michelle. Fights good”
Immediately, the man turned away from his own horse-care – he did properly set her up in his stable – and stared, frowning. Impulsive. Siblings, yes: “She is here? What happened? You fought?!”
“Yes,” he nodded. That had happened.
The man stood like a noble. Held his hands like Mazin. Odd.
“Did-” he cleared his throat and moved his hands back in a formal position “… was it an interesting match?”
“Yes,” Njall said, starting to comb his horses’ mane.
“… I heard it was unusual for a lady in this country to arm herself, let alone fight. Were there… any repercussions I, as her brother, could relief in any way?” He looked distressed. Hands were closer to the knives again.
Njall thought about it for a moment, stopping his attentions towards his reliable steed. Much easier to understand, she was.
“She is safe. Gabrielle took her” He nodded again. It seemed to help the stranger.
The stranger blinked twice. Slowly. Then looked towards the house. Lips pressed together tightly.
“I thank you, Sir Njall.” He bound his horse properly and secured the blanket on it’s back. Then turned to leave.
Likely he had not seen him nod either.
Ah, no matter.
“Mazin is in the kitchen at this hour,” he pointed towards the right entrance.
His eyes flicked there, then he bowed and said: “Thank you again, sir. Please excuse my discourteousness, I will be on my way and find my sister”
“Good”
And with that, he walked away.
Mh. Best of luck to him.
