Re: Washing of the traveling dust (Early morning) open to me

[Yoren longshore]

"
Let me tell you more in debt about R'hollor"
Yorent talks with Daveth on the subject for a long time, talking of everything from the history to the sermons to the dogmas, while they walk around in the yard. After Yoren has gone over the basics and gets into the different theory he gets so fervent that he stops noticing where they are walking, his head is forming the sentences to be as quick as possible and after a good while, when he realise that Daveth may not know the Thesis of Raznak mo Raznak he simply starts a dialogue about what he has already told.

[Daveth Coldbrook]

"
Interesting. But tell me, friend Yoren: you mentioned earlier about being blessed with both clear-sightedness and the ability to fuel fires, and I'm curious as to what you mean. Do you simply mean that you see clearly, without being blinded by emotion? Or do you truly claim to see things no other man not so blessed can see? And as for fuelling fires, are you saying that you can be set on fire and you will not be harmed?"
his tone is curious, rather than outright disbelieving, but clearly looking for 'the trick'.

(OOC: That's great. I'm just curious as to your answer to this. Once we're done with that, I'll mention the godswood, and we'll part on amiable terms. )

[Yoren longshore]

Yoren looks sharply at Daveth: "
Realise that no-one can know of this."
Yoren leads Daveth to an empty corridor: "
R'hollor gifted me this for times of great need, so you'll only see it this once, and don't tell anyone."

Yoren finds a small twig, and lights a small fire:
url=http://orokos.com/roll/273379]show daveth there are things no maesters know[/url]: 5d6 19

Ooc
Yoren is friendly with Daveth

[Daveth Coldbrook]

(OOC: So I'm clear on what just happened, as far as Daveth's aware: Yoren just lit a small fire by nothing but touch, right? I'll edit if not.)

Daveth stares at the twig for a second, then tries to carefully examine Yoren's hands, for hidden pieces of flint. Finding none (presumably) "
I'm sorry. I had to be sure."
He looks down at the smouldering twig, and picks it up. Holding it between them, he says, in a serious tone. "
I swear to you, Yoren Longshore, Red Priest of R'hollor. None will hear of this from me."
and he blows the flame out, and pockets the twig, to hide the evidence.

Hearing footsteps nearing, he moves back to a more normal conversational tone. "
I stand by my prior statement, though. If you want a place where you can really think, and put your mind and soul at peace to properly contemplate matters, you'll be hard-pressed to do better than a godswood. Give it a try, and tell me what you think next time we meet."
He extends a hand to Yoren. "
It's been a rare and unexpected pleasure talking with you. You've given me a lot to think about. I hope to see you again before too long."


(OOC: And that's enough to get my disposition up to 'Friendly' as well. Before that it wasn't, but trusting me with this kind of stuff gets you serious kudos.)

[Yoren longshore]

"
I'll heed your advice, Daveth. I hope to see you later here, but untill then: have a good tourney. Upon meeting again I'll relate how my talking to the weirwood went."
Yoren claps the smaller man on the shoulder before leaving.

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