Maarken Calador: A pleasure to see you, Evans. Please, sit. I actually have something to ask you.
Evans Reynard: *Nods once.*
Maarken Calador: *looks over*
Evans Reynard: *Sits down, leaning forward.*
Maarken Calador: You look well. Tired, perhaps, but well.
Evans Reynard: *Smiles a little.*
Maarken Calador: *waves a hand dismissively*
Evans Reynard: Thank you, sir.
Maarken Calador: But onto the buisness at hand, I am certain you wish to get back to your
Maarken Calador: lady love.
Maarken Calador: *smiles, slightly*
Evans Reynard: *Chuckles quietly.*
Evans Reynard: I have all the time it takes, sir, worry not.
Maarken Calador: *nods slightly*
Maarken Calador: What I am to ask of you, I ask only because I trust no other as I do you.
Ponce de Leon strikes up camp and retires.
Evans Reynard: *His face becomes a bit more serious, and he nods once, slowly.*
Maarken Calador: You did it once before, and for that, I am thankful, but now I wish to make it
Tristram strikes up camp and retires.
Maarken Calador: official. There is no heir of my blood. Nor is there one on the way, immediately.
Evans Reynard: *Just listens, not saying a word.*
Maarken Calador: If Sansa gives birth to a son, I wish to name him the heir of House Calador,
Maarken Calador: until at such point in time that I am able to provide one of my own.
Evans Reynard: *He blinks a couple of times, shifting on his chair.*
Maarken Calador: And name you as his Reagent, should anything ill befall me.
Maarken Calador: I have to assume, by now, that Trey is dead. It has been years since he vanished
Maarken Calador: into Eridan.
Evans Reynard: *Looks completely taken by surprise, and rather speechless for the first few*
Evans Reynard: *seconds.*
Maarken Calador:  ... and there is no one else.
Evans Reynard: Sir, I...
Evans Reynard: *Pauses.*
It begins to rain.
Evans Reynard: It is a... great honor you offer me, sir... one I am unsure I am worthy of...
Alexander has broken fast.
Evans Reynard: *His words stumble out of his mouth, he's still quite stunned*
Maarken Calador: *laces his fingers together, waiting for him to finish*
Evans Reynard: *Takes a breath, then tries to speak more calmly.*
It begins to rain.
Evans Reynard: I will... do as you ask me, only if you are really... sure that is your wish, sir.
Astrid Van de Lard: *His face becomes a bit more serious, and he nods once, slowly.*
Maarken Calador: You did it once before, and for that, I am thankful, but now I wish to make it
Tristram strikes up camp and retires.
Maarken Calador: official. There is no heir of my blood. Nor is there one on the way, immediately.
Evans Reynard: *Just listens, not saying a word.*
Maarken Calador: If Sansa gives birth to a son, I wish to name him the heir of House Calador,
Maarken Calador: until at such point in time that I am able to provide one of my own.
Evans Reynard: *He blinks a couple of times, shifting on his chair.*
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Maarken Calador: And name you as his Reagent, should anything ill befall me.
Maarken Calador: I have to assume, by now, that Trey is dead. It has been years since he vanished
Maarken Calador: into Eridan.
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Evans Reynard: *Looks completely taken by surprise, and rather speechless for the first few*
Evans Reynard: *seconds.*
Maarken Calador:  ... and there is no one else.
Evans Reynard: Sir, I...
Evans Reynard: *Pauses.*
It begins to rain.
Evans Reynard: It is a... great honor you offer me, sir... one I am unsure I am worthy of...
Alexander has broken fast.
Evans Reynard: *His words stumble out of his mouth, he's still quite stunned*
Maarken Calador: *laces his fingers together, waiting for him to finish*
Evans Reynard: *Takes a breath, then tries to speak more calmly.*
It begins to rain.
Evans Reynard: I will... do as you ask me, only if you are really... sure that is your wish, sir.
Astrid Van de La strikes up camp and retires.
Maarken Calador: *nods*
Maarken Calador: I am. And I would be further honored if you would trust your son to my care as 
Maarken Calador: a squire.
Maarken Calador: I have been too long without one, and being one of the only true knights on 
Maarken Calador: Eridan... it is important that what I know be taught to others.
Bor Ironforge has broken fast.
Evans Reynard: My... my son... Valeck? Or... *Doesn't finish, just waits*
It begins to rain.
Ponce de Leon has broken fast.
Maarken Calador: Valeck. Aye. 
Bor Ironforge strikes up camp and retires.
Evans Reynard: *Nods slowly, looking down to the table for a few seconds.*
Evans Reynard: *Looks up to him again, still nodding.*
Evans Reynard: I would be most honored, sir... and I am sure, so would him and his mother.
Maarken Calador: *smiles, slightly*
Maarken Calador: Evans, one other thing.
It begins to rain.
Maarken Calador: We spoke of it a year or so ago, yet, at the time you were bound already to 
Maarken Calador: Father DeLeon's Order.
Maarken Calador: Perhaps you would consider once more becoming a vassal of House Calador, in 
Maarken Calador: truth?
Evans Reynard: *Nods a couple of times.*
Evans Reynard: The words I spoke years ago, I still hold to, sir.
Evans Reynard: That is my wish, if it is yours.
Maarken Calador: *nods*
It begins to rain.
Maarken Calador: Very well. You and Ciel will swear your oaths together.
You see: a table
Evans Reynard: *Nods once.*
The rain stops.
Evans Reynard: Very well, sir.
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Maarken Calador: *stands*
Maarken Calador: *holds out his hand*
Evans Reynard: *Stands aswell, immediately after Maarken.*
Evans Reynard: *Extends his own, smiling.*
Evans Reynard: It's been a pleasure to see you are doing well, sir.
Maarken Calador: *takes his hand at the forearm, and shakes firmly, with a smile and a nod*
Maarken Calador: Better every day, Evans.
Palas has broken fast.
Maarken Calador: And Evans...? Thank you. I no longer have to worry as much about my future.
Maarken Calador: *grins wryly*