Ghost Story

[Carver Amell]

Carver pulls out his knife -- a short, mostly utilitarian knife, one that could be used for combat but is better used for whittling. 

[NPCs]

Verburry makes a disgusted clucking noise with his tongue. "That's a belt knife, m'boy, not a dagger. And not a very good one at that. Come," he orders Carver, walking away without giving Carver a chance to question or object.

[Carver Amell]

Carver pauses, considering arguing, but eventually he trots after his so-called father, tucking the knife back into his belt. 

[NPCs]

He's lead to the small armory. Most of the weapons haven't been touched aside from cleaning in decades, but there are a handful of them that seen frequent use. "I studied the rapier when I was younger, but you're already showing the promise of a very solid build. Good shoulders, long arms and legs. You'll need to work on it, of course, nothing good comes easy, but in time... in time." He studies Carver for a moment, then nods before selecting a blade. Three feet from pommel to point, with no ornamentation aside from the Verburry crest engraved in the hilt. "Just good steel and largely unsharpened but a good blade to learn on. I'll see to a tutor by the end of the month, but you'll have to start building up your muscles this very afternoon. If you work hard, I have no doubt you'll be ready for a longsword by year's end."

[Carver Amell]

Carver nods, taking the blade with some reverence. "I'll do you proud, sir."

[NPCs]

"See that you do," Verburry says firmly. "Of course, this is only way form of power. You do realize that, yes? And that this," he gestures at the room, "is the least of the powers available to a Lord?"

[Carver Amell]

Carver snorts. "Good for a Lord I guess."

[NPCs]

"And for the Lord's heir," is the simple yet life-altering reply.

[Carver Amell]

Carver starts, lifting his chin. "Me? I thought for sure you'd want Marian."

[NPCs]

"Perhaps, in other circumstances, but you're the eldest male child and so you shall inherit. Assuming, of course, that you prove capable of taking up the role."

[Carver Amell]

"Yes, sir!" Carver's eyes light up as he studies the Lord's face.

[NPCs]

"Good. You have a long way to go, mind you, so don't fool yourself otherwise." He pauses a moment, frowning. "Why did that brute attack you in the first place?"

[Carver Amell]

Carver makes a face. "I started it. That asshole was talking shit about... about her."

[NPCs]

"Marian?" 

[Carver Amell]

"No." Carver gives the Lord a dark look.