Post by Lord Merton on Feb 9, 2008 0:02:26 GMT
Brian sat, looking and feeling thoroughly bored. Mannering's speech would be appriciated by a peasant, but Merton was no peasant and saw no delight in his words. The pesky commoners would be hyped up for days now, just because they got free food for one day. Whoever thought it to be a good idea to give free food should be hung, and he hoped it was Sebastian's.
He'd disliked the Lord ever since his sister told him about the newcomer. He seemed too 'in your face' and over familiar, just from her descriptions. They'd been pretty accurate too. But she'd forgotten over the top, arrogant and self important. He didn't know why she'd spent so much time with this man.
When Sebastian's speech finished the people dispersed. Peasants walked about in groups, the bratty children played and the guests with more social standing lingered around the stage. He drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair, wondering what to do next. Should be force himself upon a conversation? Find some guard to boss about? Or acquire some peasant boy to run around for him?
He scratched his face beneath the black mask, decorated with crow feathers. He'd gone for a black theme today, and was beginning to regret it. The sun was beating down a little too warmly for his liking. But at least the mask covered his slowly reddening face.
He decided to forget people for the moment, as it was only annoying him that he was alone, and get something to eat. He'd left without breakfast, again. If Maggie knew she'd kill him, she was fussy like that. But there was pleanty to eat here. Which he was very grateful for, his stomach growled so loudly he was sure the whole of Nottingham heard it!
He poured himself a goblet of the wine, watching the red liquid fill the cup with interest. Now, this wine was probably going to be horrific. The food was free, the Sheriff would have found a way to make it so he wasn't ripping himself off too badly. His assumptions were correct, it was the weakest wine he'd ever tasted, but it was wine never the less.
He turned away from the table, swilling the wine in the cup. He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going, but somehow - only just - managed to dodge out of someone's way. Being the self important idiot he is, Merton took it upon himself to say, "Hey! Watch where you're going!" Ignoring the fact it was him that hadn't been looking where he was going.
He'd disliked the Lord ever since his sister told him about the newcomer. He seemed too 'in your face' and over familiar, just from her descriptions. They'd been pretty accurate too. But she'd forgotten over the top, arrogant and self important. He didn't know why she'd spent so much time with this man.
When Sebastian's speech finished the people dispersed. Peasants walked about in groups, the bratty children played and the guests with more social standing lingered around the stage. He drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair, wondering what to do next. Should be force himself upon a conversation? Find some guard to boss about? Or acquire some peasant boy to run around for him?
He scratched his face beneath the black mask, decorated with crow feathers. He'd gone for a black theme today, and was beginning to regret it. The sun was beating down a little too warmly for his liking. But at least the mask covered his slowly reddening face.
He decided to forget people for the moment, as it was only annoying him that he was alone, and get something to eat. He'd left without breakfast, again. If Maggie knew she'd kill him, she was fussy like that. But there was pleanty to eat here. Which he was very grateful for, his stomach growled so loudly he was sure the whole of Nottingham heard it!
He poured himself a goblet of the wine, watching the red liquid fill the cup with interest. Now, this wine was probably going to be horrific. The food was free, the Sheriff would have found a way to make it so he wasn't ripping himself off too badly. His assumptions were correct, it was the weakest wine he'd ever tasted, but it was wine never the less.
He turned away from the table, swilling the wine in the cup. He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going, but somehow - only just - managed to dodge out of someone's way. Being the self important idiot he is, Merton took it upon himself to say, "Hey! Watch where you're going!" Ignoring the fact it was him that hadn't been looking where he was going.
