{Day 1, Mid Morning} - Visiting the Sept (Open)

[Dunstan Tullison]

Dunstan heads to the Sept as soon as he wakes up. He was far too young and protected from the dangers of the world to form any religious opinion whatsoever, so he did as he was taught to do - go and pray anytime you wake up.
He would often try to avoid the obligation when at home, preferring to start practicing with Ser Ulbert from the early morning rather than listen to on of the long speeches of Septon Weyls, but this was a tourney, and the helping hand of the Gods is welcomed by the young Lord.

First he approaches the statue of the Father, surrounded with the ever present entourage, and contemplates on the words of the old Lullaby Lady Moraine used to sing to him before bed when he was a child:

"
The Father's face is stern and strong,
he sits and judges right from wrong.
He weighs our lives, the short and long,
and loves the little children"



After he quietly murmurs those words he prays the Father - always give me the strength to be just and protect the innocents, right wrongs and never cheat or deceive.
Swearing those things to the God he quietly walks over to the Warrior's statue and repeats the verses concerning this God -Dunstan views the Seven as seven different Gods, not 7 aspects of one God- from the same lullaby:



"
The Warrior stands before the foe,
protecting us where e'er we go.
With sword and shield and spear and bow,
he guards the little children"


"
Grant strength to my sword arm and guide my lance so it always strikes true"
he adds quiet words to the previous thoughts.


After the contemplation and the prayers, Dunstan looks around for a Septon in order to make a donation to the Sept, it seems fitting for him as he is a guest.

[Ser Jorah Holt]

Ser Jorah entered the sept, his red cloak fluttering behind him. Castle Grenward did not have a Sept, with the House favouring the Old Gods, so he took the opportunity to pray whenever he travelled.

As he moved towards the statues, he spotted Lord Tullison and stopped. With relations between the two Houses currently very poor, he decided it best to try and stay away from the man.

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Not that has to stop Dunstan from talking to him

[Dunstan Tullison]

Dunstan interupts his silent praying as the older knight walks in. Opening his eyes wide he hastily approaches him, always eager to meet more experienced soldiers.

"
Good morrow Ser."
he says silently, not to disturb the calm atmosphere of the place.

[Ser Jorah Holt]

Ser Jorah's attempts to stay away failed him as Lord Tullison enthusiastically approached him. Not wanting to offend the Lord and conscious that relations between the Houses not become completely hostile, he offered the yound Lord his hand, whilst pushing his cloak aside to ensure that the sigil of House Coldbrook was on display.

"
Good morning, Lord Tullison is it not?"

[Dunstan Tullison]

"
Yes!"
Dunstan says out loud and proudly, as he taps the sigil emroidered on his tunic. Than, remembering where he is, he continues quietly once again.

"
We came to honor the son of our Liege Lord, it seems like it is going to be a glorious tourney indeed."


Guardsmen Paul rolls his narrow eyes, obviously aware of the scandal between Themore and the young deceased heir of Coldbrook, unlike Dunstan.

"
My Maester told me the Coldbrooks worship the Old Gods, I must say I din't expect to see one of you in the Sept."
Dunstan says trying hard not to mention the curse he heard about as well.

"
My name is Dunstan"
he offers his hand to the knight, "
And yours is?"

[Ser Jorah Holt]

Ser Jorah blinked, surprised at the complete lack of guile from the Tullison Lord, but noted the look of the guardsman behind him. He accepted the offered hand, shaking it firmly.

"
Ser Jorah Holt, commander of the garrison at Castle Grenward,"
he answered in a friendly manner, "
I am the only one in House Coldbrook who does follow the Seven, so I take the opportunity wherever I can as there is no Sept at the castle."


He thought for a second before asking the burning question in his mind now that he knew House Tullison were here.

"
I've fought your Uncle a few times at tourneys. Has he arrived here as part of your retinue?"

[Dunstan Tullison]

"
Every friend of the Faith and a friend of my uncle is a friend of mine as well!"
Dunstan said with a wide boyish smile, oblivious to the fact that not every man who met Theomore is a friend of his.

"
This is truly a splendid Sept. Our's is smaller at Mountain's Reach but I do visit it as soon as I wake up as well. I hope the Warrior blesses us both during the joust. We might even cross lances!"
young Lord is visibly excited at the mere thought of the joust. "
I hear only the best things about the warriors of Castle Greenwald."


.

[Ser Jorah Holt]

He found Lord Tullison's enthusiasm refreshing and did not want to dent such innocence. However, he was not one for hiding the truth, even when it caused him problems.

"
I doubt Ser Theomore would count me as a friend,"
he smiled ruefully, "
Lord Coldbrook does ensure he has the finest troops in the Riverlands and I'm sure there is every chance that we may cross lances. Has Ser Theomore been training you?"


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Have to ensure I don't say anything about what happened for Daveth's outburst.

[Dunstan Tullison]

"
Yes. Uncle and Ser Ulbert, our master at arms. One could not wish for better teachers I must say. Your troops are legendary, much like our scouts. Our montains demand constant scouting expeditions, and Ser Matther trains them true. If we do clash in any of the events, let the Warrior decides who prevails and let the better man win"
Dunstan was happy to participate in martial talk with an experienced knight.

[Ser Jorah Holt]

"
Indeed, may the Warrior favour the bold, but not the foolish."



And may you not end up like Joren

[Dunstan Tullison]

"
Gods always judge fairly"
Dunstan repeats what his own Septon tells him constantly, in an automatic response.

[Ser Jorah Holt]

"
Hmm,"
Ser Jorah mused, "
they certainly choose, though there are some who try to make their own judgement."

[Septon Arlyn]

"
Yes, but it is the fathers place to judge, and from him our respective lords, good day and well met my sons,"
comes the beaming septon Arlyn. "
Its always good to meet honorable men who are true defenders of the faith."


Hefting himself up from in front of the stranger and lighting a candle of remembrance, Arlyn strides over to meet the young lord and skeptical master of arms. "
So I take it you fine men are hear for the tournament. Have you paid your respects to this splendid sept? I find that focusing on the needs of those less fortunate then yourself if some of the best ways to earn the pleasure of the gods. So tell me have you had a chance to donate to the smallfolk?"

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