Getting Started

Writers: Paula, Suzee
Date Posted: 3rd September 2014

Characters: Bryvin, Fymer
Description: Bryvin meets with his harper
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 8, day 1 of Turn 7

Bryvin

After they'd returned to the Hold and he'd dismounted from the Bronze,
the next days had been a whirlwind of activity before he actually was
able to meet with Fymer.

"Come on in Fymer," he called through the open door.

"Yes, sir," Fymer relied and stepped inside. He didn't bother to
suppress his grin. "That was very interesting Conclave, my Lord."

"Wasn't it," Bryvin smiled at the Harper as the door closed. "You
played your part very well Fymer. As long as that continues I see no
reason not to fulfill the promises made to you by our former Lord."

"Thank you, my Lord. I'm glad to serve the Hold to best of my
abilities," Fymer replied. His best abilities happened to be forging
documents. He wasn't sure how much Bryvin knew. The two of them had
naturally worked together before but that's been normal hold business.

"It is appreciated Fymer," Bryvn nodded. While there was much he knew
about the Harper, he didn't know all the details of Morin's dealings
with the man other than Morin had a hold on him through his vices.

"We will want to start on the marriage contracts with the Lord of
Turquoise Bay as soon as possible." His memory of Xelfin's daughter
was selective at this point but she'd been a pretty little thing and
the prospect of marriage to her wasn't at all distasteful.

"I will deliver drafts for your approval. You want the piece of land
mentioned in the contract?" Fymer promised and asked. He usually had
good instinct in these matters, knowing what details they considered
important. He might not know why and he didn't really care either.
Sensing what the Lord Holder wanted had something he had learned to
do. Morin or Bryvin...only difference was name. They all coveted
something...land, wealth, power. Fymer was no different himself
either.

"Aye," Bryvin answered the first question. "The land should be granted
irrevocably if possible. But I'll also accept it be settled on any
heirs I get on Xelfin's daughter."

Fymer nodded. "I'll make several drafts, with different variations of
the text. You can then choose whatever pleases you and Lord Xelfin
most." He paused, thought about how to word his next suggestion. "And
if I have example of Lord Xelfin's signature, I can make sure he signs
the correct version."

Bryvin half smiled and nodded at the Harper, "I'll see what can be
arranged. I'll be making the trip late in the month and returning with
my bride. I'll expect you to come along and attend to any needed
paperwork."

"As my Lord commands," Fymer made an exaggerated bow.

"I believe you'll find My Lord Xelfin's signature on this," he said opening a locked drawer in his massive desk and handing Fymer the patent of Lordship that had been executed at the Conclave and was normally kept with Bryvin's personal papers.

"Oh, yes, this will do well," Fymer chuckled.

"Excellent," Bryvin nodded. "Make quick work of it," he nodded. "And return the documents to me as soon as you have something for me to look at. Oh, and one other task. I want you to start inquiries for a new Steward."

"Yes, sir," Fymer just replied and rolled the document, placing it to his satchel.

"Very well then," Bryvin nodded. "I think that's all for now Fymer. I look forward to seeing those documents."

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