The Wolf and Scholar [Kerr]

[David Brahms Duriseau]

David sighed, he would rather be working the docks like he usually did but with all the unrest and everything going on not many merchants ad all wanted to risk sending goods by ship or if they had put their own ships at risk, thus he had to try and get work wherever he could, he was also helping a friend, Shela, she had just had a child and the father her mate had died in an accident out at sea. He wasn't by any means a close friend but he did say he was going to help get them blankets at least, what with the days getting colder and colder the child and she would need something at night while they slept to keep warm. They were in his pack after all, and he did make an oath to help those in need. He cursed himself internally at the poor choices of work they had posted on the board. He'd gotten the shitty ones since he didn't make it to the board early. Of all the days to have overslept why today, it was a simple job it was a delivery, he just didn't know where to take it too exactly. He knew he was in the area but he couldn't quite make out the rest of the crudely drawn map.

He found a tree near a bench to lean against, it was still a tad warm out, he knew it would get cold toward the evening so he wanted to make it quick, deliver the package, get the signature, turn it in for his pay then head home. He spotted someone on the bench, "I don't mean to bother you from your reading sir but can you spare a moment to help me? I'm trying to deliver a package and the address well I can't seem to find the house it's made out to, would the address or perhaps the name be familiar to you?" He would hold out a note with the address and name scribbled on it.

[Kerr MacCloud]

The day was beautiful, abed it was starting to grow cold. Winter was well on its way and Kerr felt he should enjoy what was left of the days before he was trapped inside of the shared home. All the other people were unpleasant, never understanding a cultured scholar who liked to play with swords. He guessed all they saw was his feminine charms and it got him a little flustered. Every time he tried to tell them he was not feminine at all, he was a male and a bloody baron. Just because he wasn’t on his land and wasn’t living richly didn’t mean he couldn’t get them killed. And with all the frustration he had picked up an old fencing book and left in his usual huff.

With a heavy sigh, he walked straight for the park and settled himself upon one of the finely crafted benches. Kerr pulled the light jacket he owned a little closer to his body as the chilly air blew a little. Somewhere in his mind he knew he was going to have to scrape some money up and buy himself either a cloak or a warmer jacket. Probably a cloak as they were cheaper, depending on the make and could easily conceal his swords. Just as he opened his slim book to the chapter he was studying, a man had stepped up to him. At first he was going to ignore him, thinking that this man was just going to say how feminine he looked when instead, he asked for directions. Daring to, he looked up from his book and stared at the note.

“Yes, I happen to know where that address is considering I live there. And the person you happen to be looking for is I.” Lifting his dark smoke blue eyes from the note, he looked upon who was delivering his package. The man looked like he wasn’t enjoying his job. Kerr couldn’t blame him really. Working in the cold air, even on the fields, was not pleasant. Fortunately for him he only had done it once, unfortunately he also got whipped for it. Smiling his shy soft smile, he reached for his small money purse and spoke softly. “How much do I owe you?”

[David Brahms Duriseau]

David was a bit taken back as the man stated it was him that the package was for and then he had pulled out his coin purse. "Ah well you don't owe me anything sir, I just need you to sign here on this paper at the bottom, I think the postage was already paid for." A nobleman he had picked this area to work to avoid the nobles. He was sure this well MacCloud, it looked like the name he read, was internally insulting him. How he was dressed, how he should either comb his hair back to tie it or cut it, or that he was so dark skinned, or how he didn't sound like he was from the area and sounded french. Perhaps the fact that he was one of the french escaping the turmoil in France.

He held out the paper and handed the other something to sign with, "Just sign there sir, then I'll be out your way."

[Kerr MacCloud]

With his fingers wrapped around the little coin purse, he simply looked at the other and listened. While yes the package had indeed been paid for beforehand, he felt that this man deserved something. It was a cold day with the wind blowing just enough to steal the heat from a person’s bones. Pulling the coin purse from his side, Kerr had reached inside and pulled out a few silver coins. If the man looked hard enough he could easily find something of a treat with the four silver coins that Kerr was giving him.

“Please call me Kerr if you can.” With his other hand he had grasped onto the parchment that he was required to sign and placed the coins on top of his package. Somewhere inside of his mind he had hoped that the man would take the coins. Kerr grabbed his fencing book and opened it to the last page. Inside was an old quill fountain pen, one he often used when he was going to write in his books when he wasn’t in his study. He placed the parchment on the bench and with his perfected handwriting, wrote his full name where he was required to.

Putting his pen away, Kerr handed the parchment back to the dark skinned male and smiled to him. “You can keep the money if you wish. I am sure that other people aren’t so willing to tip their workers when it’s required.” Gently he took his package and held it close to him. His books, they were all he really had now. “The world is quickly becoming uncultured... It could use a good wake up call.”

[David Brahms Duriseau]

Thankfully David wasn't human, nor was he lithe of frame, certainly the winds were colder and stronger by the dock, but if he was there he'd had been busy probably moving around goods in some lord's warehouse or storage building for the city. Plus the others would be working alongside him. The wind whipped up around them, "Yes well ..Kerr you should be getting back to your home, the winds are getting stronger." The cold didn't really bother him, it was more the wind blowing in his sensitive ears. He pulled up the cowl to his worn and faded coat, it was an odd dull gray but at one time it looks to have been a rich royal blue. But it never was such a color as long as David had owned it.

He reluctantly took the money, "Thank you." He bowed his head, he wasn't going to say 'bless you sirrah' or 'may the Lord shine on thee kind sir' it just wasn't like him, he did believe in a higher power it just wasn't like how most thought of it, he didn't believe there was a guardian angel at your side keeping watch so long as you stayed on the Lord's narrow path, that is a fairytale for children so as not to scare them of the true horrors of the world. Now he was one of the thinks in those nightmares, he snickered internally. This nobleman had him thinking about all this from just a few words, he must me in a mood to let a stranger affect him so.

"Well whether they tip the working man or not we will still do the same and do the work needed, either in the hopes some overly generous noble tip us or we get paid with a bonus if done quickly and well. Further still without us doing it who then would?" He had no idea what compelled him to speak at length with the noble, perhaps it was the fact that today wasn't like his usual days? He'd have been at the Grapes Tavern sharing a pint with old Jegred. Jegred would be prattling about the good ol'days as he seemed to often go on about.

The winds whipped up strongly again, "Best get inside Kerr and I need be going I still have an errand to make before the sun sets." He'd bow again then turn to head back to the market where he would turn in the papers for the packages he delivered that day and if the fates were willing he could buy blankets for Shela in time to hand them off tonight to her before heading to Stenton's for the gathering set for that night.