What Jeyme Did

Writers: Chelle, Miriah, Paula
Date Posted: 1st December 2012

Characters: Corowal, Sarban, Aivorn, Zandan, Rivarn
Description: EFH leadership discusses the incident between Jenackt and Jeyme
Location: Emerald Falls Hold
Date: month 9, day 21 of Turn 6
Notes: Mentioned: Aishara, Felyna, Jeyme, Jenackt

After thinking about it, he was still angry about the whole thing.
Sarban had called the men in for their usual meeting and decided he
would just start the thing out and put the news out there. This boy was
becoming a thorn in his side and he knew Zandan probably held a
personal grudge by now. "Gentlemen," he greeted after pouring some
klah for himself.

Zandan stepped in a bit late. "Sorry for being late. I decided to
bring Rivarn here with me. He was born in High Hills, been guard for
decades and knows the area better than us," he greeted and introduced the
sergeant following him.

Rivarn nodded sharply to the assembled group, his craggy face
unsmiling. While he was older than all of the group, he was still in
obvious good shape. He stood against the wall, but his sharp grey eyes
were intent as he surveyed the younger men.

"Allright so the first issue we have to discuss is going to involve
everyone. Recently, it came to my attention that Jeyme went out riding
by herself after the news went out about possible holdless in the area.
She lied to the groom and told them I was waiting for her. Apparently
they didn't question it." He sighed, tapping his fingers on the desk.
"While she is here looking for a husband, she is entrusted to our
care. I'll let Lady Felyna decide what's to be done about her lying.
Aivorn-your men are going to have to be sharper. Now Zandan-guess who she met when
she was outside riding on her own." His rueful smile was a big clue.

"Aye," Aivorn grunted, "I've made sure my staff knows not to let it
happen again," his tone told them he had held a really good,
oldfashioned tongue lashing for his stable hands. "And she brought
back that runner with a limp," the Stable master sounded indignant.

"Lemme guess, our favorite holdless?" Zandan asked dryly.

Rivarn's eyebrow shot up with interest. As with all the guards, he'd
heard and been on alert for this particular boy. That a young woman
and not a guard had seen him was a little irritating. "She's not
injured, is she? We'll need to know how closely he's straying to the
hold."

Mind working quickly, Rivarn looked over at Zandan. "He's getting
closer then, Captain. Perhaps easier to catch." His eyes flicked to
Sarban and Aivorn. "Did she find out anything useful?"

Aivorn just shook his head.

"Not that I know of. Course I didn't really interview her. I left that
to Corowal and Felyna."His eyes went to his cousin to see if anything
came of it. Sarban wondered if they had communicated to Jeyme just what a dumb thing she had done.

"Well, he told her a name, what was it..." Corowal consulted his
notes. "...Jenasom, I believe it was. Appears that he ended up
bleeding around a woman again."

At the name, Rivarn visibly started and pushed away from the wall with
a frown. "That's not his name." His eyes narrowed. "He's a boy, isn't
he? He shouldn't know that name at all."

"Why do you say that?" Sarban gave him a curious look, wondering what
that was about.

"Around fifteen, Jayme said. But she also described him under

nourished, so he might be older than he looks," Corowal answered
Rivarn's question, giving the old sergeant full force of his gaze.

The old guard was not used to such intense attention and ran his hand
over his short grey hair before looking at the assembled men in
the room with him. "Because I knew a Jenasom. " He looked to Corowal,
his brow furrowed. "Before your time as Lord Holder, though.
He was a guard, a sharding good one too. I should know, I trained with
him." He ran another hand over his brow, remembering. "One of
the best men I've ever seen with a sword. Strong...wily, but had a
brutal temper that got worse when in his drink. And he liked his
drink."

Rivarn's gaze turned inward, as he remembered, sorting out his thoughts as
best he could. "Jen had young pretty wife, sweet red headed little
thing. One night, he was in his cups and he heard a new guard making
comments that shouldn't be said about someone else's wife.
He lost his temper with the lad and beat him to death before we could
pull him off. " Rivarn's frowned deepened. "Lord Holder booted him
from the Hold. Jenasom refused to leave his wife and son here. We had
to watch him drag his wife and little boy out of their cot hold,
crying their poor eyes out. I figured they all died out there."

He stopped and tilted his head and his brow knit before his eyes met
Corowal's. "That boy...if he lived...he'd be about eighteen
turns now, I think."

"Do you remember the boy's name, Rivarn?" Corowal asked. He couldn't
help but glance at Zandan. There was certain similarities to his life.

Brows furrowing in thought, Rivarn scratched his head, trying to recall
the little lad's name. "It's been turns, my Lord, and I wasn't around
the tyke much. Most of what I remember of him is he was always around
the stables. Liked the animals. Cute kid, really, more like his mam than
Jenasom. " He frowned deeper, searching his mind. "Give me a bit
and I might be able to think of it."

"Aivorn, do you remember?" If he was around the stables, the maybe the
beastcrafter would know. Shells, maybe Aivorn's daughter would know, though
that would take some time to message her.

"I remember the incident, it caused quite a lot of talk in the hold (in
other words, gossip), but I don't think I've ever dealt with the boy.
My daughter might have known him, she knew everybody," Aivorn replied.

"Let's send a message to her then. See if she remembers." He looked at the
ones in the group with access to firelizards since that would be quicker than
sending a runner.

Looking up, Rivarn tugged on his ear again. "I take it we are all assuming that
this boy may the young tyke? It'd be a surprise if he and his family have
survived this long."

"We can safely presume so. If I had to come up a fake name in hurry, I would
probably give my step-father's," Corowal said. "And never underestimate men's
ability to survive."

"So then we have to wonder if the father is out of the picture. Most
of the sightings were of the boy alone though." Sarban pondered on that for a moment.

Rivarn snorted. "Jenasom was a fighter through and through.If anyone
could survive, it'd be him. I wouldn't count him out, just in case. But I can also
tell you that knowing him as I did, you can bet he's taught that boy everything he knew. And
that alone makes the boy dangerous. " Rivarn pinched the bridge of his nose
as his brow knit as he brought the young lad up in his mind. Big blue
eyes, dimples...shards...looked like his mother...the name. What was it?

His eyes popped open and he snapped his fingers. "I got it. Jenackt! That's the
tyke's name."

"Well, name will make our job easier," Zandan grinned wickedly. "Know thy enemy and so forth."

"Okay, Aivorn can you send a message and see what else we can find out?
I think we can all say that we need to keep a better watch on the Hold's women."
Sarban was trying to think of the next step. At this point, though, that was Zandan's
decision.do?"

"Will do," Aivorn promised, always short-spoken.

"Talk with the holders who might remember the family. See if you can find a family friend or relative. There must be some. The more we know, the better. And I suspect they might have gotten bit a of help from someone inside the hold, to be able to survive this long. Supplies, Thread Fall schedules and so," Zandan replied to Rivarn.

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