[Day 3 LM]A message[Closed]

[Theomore Tullison]

Raff was dressed as Tully man this morning as he walked towards the Blackwood camp, taking note of the ruckus. "
I have been instructed to give a message to the lady Sofia"
he declares as he arrives.

[Reader]

[OOC: disguise role please.]

Raff is led to Lady Sofia under the watchful gaze of several burly Blackwood men at arms.

[Theomore Tullison]

[Same as the one in the later thread, or a new one, in case of the latter: [url=Disguise][/url]: 5d6k4 19]

"
My lady."
Raff bows deep and courteous, before clearing his throat. "
ah, my instructions are that the message is for you alone..."

[Reader]

"
I fear for my safety, Ser Benjen is unpreditable and has many friends,"
Lady Sofia seems resolute despite her tear stained and brusied face, as if standing up to her tormentor has given her strength, even if she may have misjudged her knight in shining armour. "
We shall talk in private, but my guards must watch from across the pavilion."

[Theomore Tullison]

"
As my lady wishes"
Raff finds that entirely reasonable, waiting for the guards to be out of hearing range, and lowering his voice to make doubly sure.

"
Your message was received, and your champion does indeed have a plan, though he needs to know the exact words spoken in the blackguard's tent to best formulate a decisive response."

[Reader]

The stoic noblewoman's face is gone, and there is a brief flash of the abused survivor underneath.

She speaks in a hushed whisper.

"
I knew my champion would not forsake me."


"
I told that bastard that he'd have no more of me and that now that his vile deeds had shown his true face to the world, my father would be sure to refuse the match. That everyone was talking about what he'd done, and that there were true knights who would defend a maiden, and who had shown they had the skill to overcome his strength."


She sniffs.

[Awareness (empathy) TN 13 to read her reaction to part of the above]

"
He called me a tree-worshipping whore and struck me. He said if I wasn't such a tease he wouldn't have do sate his needs elsewhere. That the girl went willingly, and that it was all my fault anyway."


She breaks down, holding herself with her slender arms.

"
It's not my fault. It's not my fault..."


Her whole body rocks as she sobs, the guards countermanding her orders and moving to stand with her as a serving woman enters.

[Theomore Tullison]

[url=Awareness][/url]: 3d6 7 Nu-uh.

"
Only Ser Benjen is at fault for his actions, my lady."
Raff is slightly uncomfortable at the prospects of consoling the girl.

"
I thank you for your honesty."


[/scene?]

[Reader]

[/scene, not Raff's environment. A sad tale for all concerned. Screw you Westeros.]

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