Pyrates of the West Coast

[Tempest Fitzgerald]

Tudor remained in her seat after the captains left, her face now a mask of composed and demure expression, but her mind quickly itemising and catalouging every detail that had been spoken of over the past hours. She turned to Armand, who had remained seated next to her. She smiled charmingly at him. "I believe you owe me the last half of a waltz." Her enjoyment in her teasing was evident, a playful glint in her silvery eyes.

The hint of a smile tugged at his mouth and he stood and bowed, elegantly extending his hand for hers. "Avec plaisir, Madamoiselle."

Just as she was about to stand, she noticed Lamaire approaching their end of the long chamber. She smiled sweetly, acknowleding his intent to speak to her. "Lt. Lamaire," She addressed him in quiet tones. "I do believe I owe you all sincerest gratitudes."

Dominique cocked his head as a look of mild confussion crossed his face to Miss Smith's statement.

"Pardon, mademoiselle? To what would that be? I must confess that I am unsure of your meaning."

[Tudor MercWench Smith]

For a moment Tudor was thrown aback by the Frenchman's confusion, but she realised he had no idea how quickly gossip spread or how many details had been observed. "Do not be so confused, good sir. The Spanish dowadgers seem to believe I do not know the spanish word for 'whore.' That and, I must say, Senior Santiago's opinion of me had not gone unnoticed before you so gallantly stepped in." She almost laughed at Lamaire's startled expression. "Do not be surprised monsiuer, I have ears everywhere."

[Tempest Fitzgerald]

Lamaire's brow knit for a moment as he digested what was said.

"Mademoiselle, I do apologise that you should have to be in the midst of such ill mannered cads. You owe me nothing in the way of gratitude, for any proper gentleman would have done the same. Tomorrow, it shall be resolved."

He glanced to Armand briefly, then returned his attention to Miss Smith.

"Mademoiselle, if it is acceptable to Monsieur D'esnambuc, might I have your company for a moment...privately?"

[Tudor MercWench Smith]

With a quick glance to Armand, and seeing his nod of consent, Tudor stood gracefully, navigating her skirts around the chair that she had just vacated. With a small smile, she took the escorting hand Lamaire proffered to her and they made their way to a secluded corner of the room. "Now, Monsieur. What may I do for you?"

[Tempest Fitzgerald]

A mischiefous glint played the Frenchman's eyes at her query, but nothing of further revealing to his thoughts in such matters were allowed to the forefront. Giving her hand an affectionate squeeze, Lamaire spoke softly.

"It is but a small request that I ask of you, mademoiselle. It is my hope that you do not preceive me to be overly bold in doing so."

Tudor's interest was piqued and she nodded for him to continue.

"Mademoiselle, it was never my intention that you should know the actions that took place ealier this eve. But, being that you have not been shielded from the truth..." Dominique searched her expression before pushing forward.

" I have on occassions been one that would fall into the ridicule beliefs of superstious nature...If you would be so kind, I would ask of you some small token of favor that I may possess on the morrow's daybreak....For luck, mademoiselle."

[Tudor MercWench Smith]

"The chivolrous knight begs a token before the joust." She smiled at Lamaire, a flattered amusement crossing her face as she rephrased his request. "Of course Lieutenent. There is merit in such superstitions, I think." She paused and thought for a moment what item she should give him. She then pulled an embroidered silk kerchief out of where it was tucked into her sleeve and handed it to him. "Here, I give it to you gladly. May it bring you the luck that I am sure you already have." She said, then leaned forward on tip-toes, and lightly kissed his cheek."You are a true gentleman, sir."

[Tempest Fitzgerald]

The light scent that she wore, coupled with the unexpected bestowing of kiss to cheek, gave a reaction of inner self imbalance. As Miss Smith regainded her proper footing, the Frenchman worked hard at not being distracted by the delicate plunge of neckline and what was and wasn't concealed. Tucking her gift safely into an inner breast pocket, he smiled warmly to his benifactor.

"Merci beaucoup mademoiselle, I shall carry it with pride and honour to the square. Your kindness and generosity can only be surpassed by your beauty."

Lamaire noted the slight coloring to her cheeks at his verbose and glancing away momentarily, he gazed upon her escort who was now in conversation with Mister Lasseter. His attention returned to Miss Tudor, and when he spoke again, the mischievous quality of his personality came forth to play upon the planes of features.

"But mademoiselle...I must inform you that although you flatter me with words proclaiming my bearing to be of genteel carriage. There are many that would advise you quite the opposit. They would tell you that I am wiley and not to be trusted amongst fair young maids." With impish grin, he winked at her as if revealing some hidden secrecy.

Proffering his left arm to her, the grin grew a bit bolder.

" I think it is time that I deliver you back to the company of Monsieur D'esnambuc. As much as I am in great enjoyment of your company, if we stand off from your kindred much longer..." He looked to her with mock innocence as she threaded her arm through his. " Well, one never knows what other individuals might suspect. I wish no quarrel with your guardian and one bout schedueled per day is quite enough for me."

Dominique chuckled with amusement to statement delivered...

[Tempest Fitzgerald]

"A fitting setting for the discussion of dying trades."  William said while looking about the small garden cemetery.  "And yes, I do understand that times are changing.  I appreciate the warning, my good friend, but I am nothing if not a man attuned to...the weather."

"And if the weather should become nothing but storms, mon ami?"

"Then I shall take in sail and ride the storms where I may." 

Fournier looked at him for a long time and when he seemed about to speak again, William raised a hand. "I know what you would say, but the future has ever been on my mind.  My own mortality has been presented to me many times since I ascended the quarterdeck.  I assure you, I will not endanger myself or my crew needlessly.  They are quickly becoming one of the finest crews that I have ever served with and I will not choose a path too reckless or unknown.  I sail by charts that are proven and by stars that are constant.  The rest is tides and air."

Fournier could not help the thought that crossed his mind at the mention of charts.  He raised his glass and quoted that oft recorded cartographer favorite, "Here be monsters..."

William smiled and raised his glass.  "And I, good sir, am one of them."

Jean-Micheale considered William's wittisism and offered forth a rare smile that did not give reflections of feral, preditory or cold hues. It was one that instead showed a light hearted appreciation for a turn of phrase and in echo to the other's action, raised his own glass in agreeable salute.

"Then, ami...I wish you the blessings of whatever dieties control our destinies. May you live long and always be two steps ahead of those that would wish you ill. I had, in the beginnings, superstions in regard to you playing Master to an unlucky ship...But, as time courses forward, I have changed that line of thinking. It is a strange luck that rides upon your shoulders and it would seem that for every bad turn that falls into your path, a turn of far better circumstance follows with vigor upon its heels."

Reaching to the bottle, Fournier refilled both glasses and seemed to listen to the night's offering of current natural symphony.

"We are fortunate men, William. We make our mark in time by our own choosing. It is not that it is not without some form of penalty on occassion, but regardless of such nuisances, we are far more sure of our placement in the world than most. The men that have given their lot into my keeping, are of qualities above what I could wish for and I am sure that you feel much the same of your own."

The Frenchman sipped from elegant flute, then started the unconscience action of spinning its contents.

"When I was offered the position I now carry. it was agreed that I had final say over who would be in Le Requiem's company. My cousin, Lieutenant Lamaire, was offered the captaincy of Chasse de Mer with my vacating. He is most capable of command, but instead prefered to stay in my shadow and at my side. I have the impression that your Monsieur Lasseter is much of the same ilk. I never worry about decisions made in my absences and I am quite sure you feel the same in regard to your Quartermaster, non?"

He paused to eye the other and after what seemed a moment of musing, cocked a brow.

"I am not over sure of your company's histories...But, I will offer this as a piece of enlightenment. I am going to safely assume that the letter of marque that I delivered into your keeping was directly related to the actions of Mademoiselle Bertrand."

Jean-Micheale searched William's expression before continuing on with a wry low toned laugh.

" Or Mademoiselle Fitzgerald, if you will. consider yourself most fortunate in gaining that one's approval, mon ami. Have you never wondered as to how that delicate creature managed to pull off such a feat? A surgeon and physican of unparalled abilities...but a surgeon, non the less."

He dropped his tone to softened rendering.

"What you have in your midst is nothing less than the grandaughter of a marquis. A deposed maquis that had many friends of influence and favor regardless of the King's opinions. I envy you for the fortune that you have gained in that, above all else. There are many pearls that a man can be fortunate enough to have in their possesion, but that one is to be valued in a rank of its own..."

[William Brand]

He dropped his tone to softened rendering.

"What you have in your midst is nothing less than the grandaughter of a marquis. A deposed maquis that had many friends of influence and favor regardless of the King's opinions. I envy you for the fortune that you have gained in that, above all else. There are many pearls that a man can be fortunate enough to have in their possesion, but that one is to be valued in a rank of its own..."

William nodded, not too surprised by these new understandings that passed between them. And he was quiet for a time as he tried to recall some half forgotten scripture. "Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls: who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it."

Then William sipped his glass and watched a falling star disappear behind the villa before adding. "Mister Lasseter is my own Gaelic twin from another mother. When I am away from the Watch Dog, he accomplishes my every will. Of course...he does it with a brogue superior to mine.

We are most fortunate, Capitaine Fournier. Kings and queens would envy you and I our company."

[Tudor MercWench Smith]

The light scent that she wore, coupled with the unexpected bestowing of kiss to cheek, gave a reaction of inner self imbalance. As Miss Smith regainded her proper footing, the Frenchman worked hard at not being distracted by the delicate plunge of neckline and what was and wasn't concealed. Tucking her gift safely into an inner breast pocket, he smiled warmly to his benifactor.

"Merci beaucoup mademoiselle, I shall carry it with pride and honour to the square. Your kindness and generosity can only be surpassed by your beauty."

Lamaire noted the slight coloring to her cheeks at his verbose and glancing away momentarily, he gazed upon her escort who was now in conversation with Mister Lasseter. His attention returned to Miss Tudor, and when he spoke again, the mischievous quality of his personality came forth to play upon the planes of features.

"But mademoiselle...I must inform you that although you flatter me with words proclaiming my bearing to be of genteel carriage. There are many that would advise you quite the opposit. They would tell you that I am wiley and not to be trusted amongst fair young maids." With impish grin, he winked at her as if revealing some hidden secrecy.

Proffering his left arm to her, the grin grew a bit bolder.

" I think it is time that I deliver you back to the company of Monsieur D'esnambuc. As much as I am in great enjoyment of your company, if we stand off from your kindred much longer..." He looked to her with mock innocence as she threaded her arm through his. " Well, one never knows what other individuals might suspect. I wish no quarrel with your guardian and one bout schedueled per day is quite enough for me."

Dominique chuckled with amusement to statement delivered...

Mirth filled Tudor's face and tone as she allowed herself to be escorted back to Armand and the Quartermaster. "Well," she started sweetly. "This is one young maid who shall enjoy your company, wheather or not it is to be trusted, and who shall still consider you a gentleman despite rumors otherwise. To my mind, t'is not mere actions, but inner nobility that deigns a man an gentle or not . . " They now stood infront of the rest of her party. "Au revoir, mon ami." She said sweetly, "et bon chance dans le matin."

And with a final kiss to the back of her hand, Lamaire returned her care over to Armand, with a formal bow.

[Tempest Fitzgerald]

Then William sipped his glass and watched a falling star disappear behind the villa before adding.  "Mister Lasseter is my own Gaelic twin from another mother.  When I am away from the Watch Dog, he accomplishes my every will.  Of course...he does it with a brogue superior to mine. 

We are most fortunate, Capitaine Fournier.  Kings and queens would envy you and I our company."

Holding the wine decanter up to view by pale lunar illumination, Jean-Micheale frowned. Topping off the two glasses, the decanter was placed upon smooth bench surface.

" You are a man of profound wisdoms, ami..."

He took a small draught from crystal borders then scanned the surround, attention lingering on the facade of near standing mosoleum. With a wave of hand indicating direction, he spoke with soft reverance.

"Years ago, not overlong after my arrival to these waters from my posting in the Med, I chanced upon two ships locked in battle. It was a match of unfair proportion and the smaller of the two flew the standard which I currently have in place on Requiem."

His words drifted to silence, as if the memmory recalled had overwelmed verbal utterances. The amber sights slyed to William then away.

"I gave orders to approach and as we closed the distance, the antogonist to the smaller vessel cast loose and ran. The smaller craft was battered heavily and listing so I made the choice of staying to offer aid and let the other slip. The wounded sloop foundered, but not before we were able to transfer her remaining crew."

Jean-Micheal drained the remainder of his glass.

"Her captain had been killed in the conflict, as well as many others, but the pilot retold the tale of how the other vessel had approached under false pretense to batter them and take possesion of all valuables aboard. That the owner of the sloop was a local Don and that above all loss, the worst lie in the death of the Don's only son, who had been run through by the other vessel's master upon boarding. The pilot said the young manhad fought noblely trying to defend his father's sloop..."

A nightbird called in the distance, as if to lend sorrowfull note to the retelling of tragedy.

"We had managed to retrieve the dead from the sloop before she slipped away below the surface and set course for here. It was the first time I set eyes upon this estate, though I wish I could say that the circumstances had been of more pleasant tidings."

Fournier issued forth a deep exhalation and shake of head then fixed William with an expression of slight satisfaction.

"In the years that have lapsed since that time, the man responsible has managed to skillfully slip the noose...until now. Don Vasquez is a proud man and I can say that unlike most in stations of power, he is not unfeeling or unaware of the needs of those in his care. The loss of his son was felt throughout La Margarita and beyond. When he told you that he would give you alligence and support, he spoke words of truth. The Don and I have become very close and he looks upon me almost as another son. Without his saying as much, I assure you that he now regards you as family. Your strange luck has proven fair once again, ami."

The Frenchman stood, twisting his lithe frame to remove hidden kinks, his attention resting on the ornate structure again briefly.

"William, we shall be leaving port in two days time. As much as I desire to lay over longer, I must attend to the requirements of duty. I can assure you that you will be safe here for as long as you need stay and that there will be no demand for your departure. I know for fact, that Don Vasquez shall deliver into your keeping his colors to ensure that you are known to be of his favor. It is a great thing that you have done and the allies you have gained by your actions shall prove of great benefit some time in the future."

Retrieving the empty decanter, Jean-Micheale offered a smile of sage qualities.

"Now ami...I believe I have bent your ear overlong with wieghty subjects and the night is quickly passing into a new day, non? I am sure that your officers wonder of your long absence so perhaps we should return to their company."

He watched as William gained erect stance and nodded agreement to inner thoughts playing the corridors of mental housing.

"This evening has born the fruit of many fortunes...It is a curiosity to me as to what the new day shall proffer in its' wake."

The expression that graced the Chessmaster's features was nothing less than that of ironic shade.

[Tempest Fitzgerald]

The Surgeon listened to the banter taking place between her escort and Armand. It pleased her greatly that there seemed a very comfortable repetroir that had settled and built itself in and around her two companions. She observed that the Gascon had developed a warm regard for Mister Lasseter and that the friendship that contiued to deepen seemed to give ease to the deamons that called on the Gascon's inner musings.

With casual bearing, she sipped from the pungent fluid cradled in elegant form and glanced unobtrusively, now and again, to the near distant area occupied by young Tudor and Lamaire. It did not go without notice, that with all the practiced manner Armand held at his beck and call, that he seemed mildly agitated by the young woman being parted from him. Inwardly the Surgeon was amused when he seemed to relax with Miss Smith's approach back within vacinity. The Gascon offered her a welcoming smile as the two rejoined company.

Observing that the wine glass lay nearly barren, Tempest glanced to Miss Smith and motioned her near.

"It seems that the gentleman are occupied with subjects of more male orriented matters. If you would be so kind, I suggest that we take seating to relieve our totured feet and leave them to their banter for the time being."

[Tudor MercWench Smith]

Slightly startled byt the surgeon's invitation, Tudor gave a crooked smile, and approached, taking both a seat and wine glass for herself. "Thank you." She paused and glanced over to where the gentlemen stood. "Yes, they do seem fairly lost in conversation." SHe took a delicate sip from her glass, then returned her silvery gaze to Tempest. She let a small twitter of a laugh escape her, to cover her unsurity. She had never conversed much with the good Doctor, and now she was not sure of what to speak. "This is excellent wine . . ." She started to fall back on the wide repetoir of small talk that was filed away in the back of her head, from years past. "It has been a long time since I have had any of this caliber." She took another sip, then sent a look to Tempest, that almost seemed to apologise for the banality of the conversation. "And how are you this evening Miss Fitzgerald?"

[Tempest Fitzgerald]

Tempest gave a smallish nod indicating concurence.

"I agree whole heartedly with your sumization of the spirit's qualities. It comes as no suprise, when you take in the entire stature of the Don's estate itself, that his celler's should hold nothing but wine of at least this standing. As to myself...I am quite well, thank you. "

The deep green sights traveled to where former company were laughing at some shared comment.

"It would seem that you have caused quite the stir this evening, my dear." She paused to take another delicate sample of elixir, eyes returning to rest on Miss Smith.

"Some woman would feel most flattered to have their honour defended by bold, young chevaliers... And it appears that you have captured the attentions of one who is quite noted for prowess in said situations."

Tudor's cheeks colored and she seemed to shift in her seating to divert attention to reaction. The Surgeon smiled warmly, "Now, now my dear girl...There are many that would give much to be in your place. Not one, but two young gents fawning for your approval...A grand thing."

A rare roll of good natured laughter issued forth from the normally stoic physician as she looked upon her young companion with friendly expression. Miss Smith appeared minutely flustered, though she controled it well from becoming exagerated. From the circle of male gathering, Armand glanced over shoulder hearing familiar issue of mirth. The Gascon looked betwixt the two woman with an expression of query knitting his features briefly before returning his attention hesitantly to his comrades.

"A grand thing, indeed..."

[Tudor MercWench Smith]

Tudor dare not say how familiar she was with duels, for the simple fact, that she was much more accustom to fighting them, instead of causing them. "I am used to causing a stir, I admit, but I am not sure what to do with further attentions whether they be from the likes of cads or chevaliers. Even in fine social situations like this, in the past, I must say that my honour has never really been concerned about. The Lt. is a man of a quality that is rare, and I am flattered indeed." She then cast a long look towards Armand. "Even more flattered when more then one such man seeks my attention . . . especially when my behaviour in the past has been less then kind." She spoke softly, self-doubt and incrimination hiding in her timbre, memories from past weeks plauging her. She took another quick sip of the unanimously acclaimed wine and smiled impishly. "But I shall take it all in stride, even if it kills me." She let a strangled laugh escape her.

[William Brand]

He watched as William gained erect stance and nodded agreement to inner thoughts playing the corridors of mental housing.

"This evening has born the fruit of many fortunes...It is a curiosity to me as to what the new day shall proffer in its' wake."

The expression that graced the Chessmaster's features was nothing less than that of ironic shade.

They walked side by side through the garden. William walked with his cane tapping forward ahead of him in long, casual strides. Fournier strode with a more refined air, sipping his glass as they went. The night was not altogether void of clouds, but the sky above was pocked with stars and a moon that impeded their brilliance not at all.

They discussed the world and the nations that governed her. Their conversation naturally drifted to that element upon which they rode and the ships they travelled by. They were still in conversation, proudly expounding on the virtues of their own ships, when they found themselves back among the swirling throngs of dancing guests. There they found their own officers mingled together.

Some more than others.

[Tempest Fitzgerald]

The conversation had taken on a certain, not neccessarily refined, tone of bawdiness. Glasses were emptied and replaced anew with the passing of the multitude of household domestics. With the practiced swipe of glass caged prey, Dominique continued with ancedote recalling willing young nubile of Itailian origins. It was with the pause of draught to tale's progression, that he noticed the reappearence of William and Jean-Micheale...which in turn side tracked his attention further to the passing of local fare enshrouded in crimson wrappings. A friendly poke of encouragement from Mister Lasseter brought Lamaire's focus back to the tale at hand, which was hastily laid to conclusion as the two captains arrived in their midst.

"Ahhh! Capitaine Holland! Welcome back to our little group of merriment!" Another bird of crystal plumage was captured deftly from passing tray and offered to the flame crowned man. "With my compliments, Capitaine! We have been in deep discussion regarding matters of the most serious nature while you have both been away."

The comment was delivered with utmost sincerity causing Armand and Dorian to look away in order to cover expressions saying otherwise. Jean-Micheale knowing better, fixed his cousin with a look of scrutiny. Dominique wore a face of innocent context in response, then glanced to the remaines of his current glass. This produced a scowl, which was quickly corrected by the capture of passing prey's stop of flight.

With a nod of approval to newest aquisition's properties, Lamaire stepped a pace closer to William and lowered his voice.

"Capitaine Hollande, I must beg your pardon in advance if I am advancing over the boundries of propriety...But, if you would be so kind as to entertaine me for a brief moment while I ask of you a very small request."

Fournier's brow furrowed slightly at the wordings, but he kept his peace; only giving a look of minute warning. There was a hint of smile on William's lips as he motion for the Lieutenant to continue.

"You see, Capitaine... A situation has risen by which I am in need of a physician's skill to be in attendance with morning's light. Please do not think that I hold low regard for our own Docteur Dupris, he is most capable in his art. We shall just say that he has no care for being involved in situations of this particular need."

Fournier leaned in to William's hearing, " It is more a case of the good Docteur being weary of patching up Lieutenant Lamaire's playmates."

Dominique only offered a shrug in self defense before going on, "I wish to ask your permission to allow me the service of Mademoiselle Fitzgerald. I am sure that she would be willing to accommodate, but wished your blessing before I made an inquiry."

Dominique smiled, William considered and Jean-Micheale stole a glance towards the party in question...

[Tempest Fitzgerald]

She then cast a long look towards Armand. "Even more flattered when more then one such man seeks my attention . . . especially when my behaviour in the past has been less then kind." She spoke softly, self-doubt and incrimination hiding in her timbre, memories from past weeks plauging her. She took another quick sip of the unanimously acclaimed wine and smiled impishly. "But I shall take it all in stride, even if it kills me." She let a strangled laugh escape her.

Pondering the situation thoroughly, the Surgeon looked to the gathering of male comrades taking notice of the two captains return.

"Miss Smith, to live in past events is likened to an anchor binding the soul. If allowed, they will impede you from taking opportunities that may quickly slip your grasp and never be presented again."

Tempest took a sampling of crystal desire.

"I assure you, my dear. I know well the nature of the things to which I refer."

[William Brand]

Fournier leaned in to William's hearing, " It is more a case of the good Docteur being weary of patching up Lieutenant Lamaire's playmates."

Dominique only offered a shrug in self defense before going on, "I wish to ask your permission to allow me the service of Mademoiselle Fitzgerald. I am sure that she would be willing to accommodate, but wished your blessing before I made an inquiry."

Dominique smiled, William considered and Jean-Micheale stole a glance towards the party in question...

"She has my permission to remain ashore, but you must ask her yourself to accompany you on this errand. I would also ask that she choose another of my officers to go as well. I do not like the idea of leaving any one member of my crew ashore alone ." William said while waving off the offered glass. He had already partaken of too much of that fruit tonight. "Given the recent abductions, I hope you won't mind my caution and the extra company."

"Not at all, Capitaine Hollande." Lamaire said, fixing Tempest with a smile.

[Tudor MercWench Smith]

Pondering the situation thoroughly, the Surgeon looked to the gathering of male comrades taking notice of the two captains return.

"Miss Smith, to live in past events is likened to an anchor binding the soul. If allowed, they will impede you from taking opportunities that may quickly slip your grasp and never be presented again."

Tempest took a sampling of crystal desire.

"I assure you, my dear. I know well the nature of the things to which I refer."

"That is true if only you have a soul to bind." She said quietly, almost as if to herself, other words of wisdom echoing in her ears, along with Tempest's. But with a quick shake of her head and a blink, she turned a smile to Tempest. "I shall take any advice I can find, to be sure." She said, then stole another glance at Armand.

[CaptainCiaran]

(His face as white as alabaster, Ciaran encounters Mr. PEW, Petee, and Mr. Franklin carrying the enshrouded body of the Monsignor)

"I jes heard," he exclaims. "Is it, is it true? DDDiego is dead?"

(Ciaran appears to tremble and his voice is crackin')

"Aye, laddie," Petee responds. "The Monsignor has entered the Gates of Heaven."

(The Lookout seems to brace himself briefly against the wall, before gaining his composure and taking a deep breath.)

Let me help carry him, please. He was, he was my dearest friend.

(The three make room for Ciaran at the Monsignor's feet and silently the four begin their journey toward the deck.)

[Tempest Fitzgerald]

Lamaire begged leave of the commanding officers, snagged two glasses from passing Domestic and nonchalantly moved to where the ladies were in discussion. Standing off a bit until acknowledged, he watched their body language. The Surgeon hesitated in reply to Miss Smith, giving minute gesture of welcome and an amused smile to the Frenchman's stealthy survey of her companion.

"Pardon, if I am interupting matters of serious delvings. You must give me your kind forgiveness, for I cannot help myself in being drawn to the vacinity of such overpowering visions of fair face."

Tempest raised a delicate brow and recieved a wink from the flatterer in question. Dominique glanced to the remains contained in glass company and tsked offering the full glasses he carried.

" Those will not due. They appear to be flawed by my observations and shall simply have to be replaced by these that are perfect."

Taking a seat to Tudor's right, he took a draught before fixing attention to the Surgeon.

" Mademoiselle, I am sure that by now you have heard of the Dawn's coming appointment. I wish to ask if you could find yourself willing in capacity of medical expertise, to be present at my humble request. I have gone so far as to speak with Capitaine Hollande in the matter and he has kindly given you his leave...If you are so inclined. He bids only the stipulation that if you find it in your heart to do me this great favor, to chose amongst your brethren to act as escort until your return aboard."

Tempest chuckled, "Why Gaston...Such showings of proper protocal. One would think that you were trying to impress someone. You always have had an uncanny means of stunning those in you favor with grand pomp and circumstance."

Lamaire gave a look of mock injury, turning to Miss Smith.

"Do you see, Mademoiselle Smith? When one has known another for a span of years, they sometimes take liberties in exposing trade secrets. My pride is laid so low, that I feel I may never recover from the blow."

Tempest waved him off, "You do go on, monsieur. And to think that you would go so far as to attempt a pleading of innocence to the charges laid before you."

"But, mademoiselle...I entreat you, to say such injustices to the hearing of your most graceful companion. She will be under the impression that I am a vaurien."

Tempest laughed fully to his display and glanced to tudor before making further comment.

"Gaston, you know that I hold you dearly in heart...Never the less, fact holds that you are a vaurien. Though it should be noted, that you are one of the grandest in regard to the breed."

Lamaire looked to Miss Smith who's facial features proffered an expression of amusement to the interchange. Tempest tipped her glass in his direction.

"Of course I shall attend to your request and do so happily. It is true that I would be hard pressed to deny anything that you would ask of me and it will not be the first time that I have come to your bidding in matters of this particular nature."

Lamaire offered impish grin to her words and a wink to Miss Smith.

"Have you assigned a Second to accommodate you for this little dance?"

He rolled his eyes, "Merde', zut...."

"Then I suggest, if there is none in particular that you have in mind, that you speak with Armand. It was, after all, his date for the evening that was insulted..."

Lamaire considered momentarily...

"Oui! Tres vien! I shall do as you say, ma cherie. Your judgment is perfection, as is usual. Merci beaucoup!"

He drained the remains of crystal content and stood, eyeing them both.

"Mademoiselles, you have made me the envy of all present by allowing me to bask in your refined qualities. I beg your leave, for the hour grows late and the rooster shall give announcement soon enough."

Lamaire bowed with deep flourish then returned in direction to the company from which he had come.

[William Brand]

William watched the interchange between Lamaire and Tempest, sure that the outcome would find the good Doctor joining the duelist in the morning. She was a creature of loyalties and duties. He was also certain that part of her possessed appetites worthy of a tiger.

While they were at this conversation William took the opportunity to peruse one of the many heavy laden tables. Here he found sweat meats, pies, sauces, breads, cheeses, tarts and all manner of opulence. Whatever the mind might imagine, the stomach was the benefactor of it. He had not seen so much food at once since his youth and then only at a banquet of considerable size. William doubted if there were enough guests tonight to clean two thirds of the food before them. It was as impressive as it was gluttonous. Still, he understood the nature of the waste. It was a currency of power as threatening and as formidable as soldiers or weaponry. It cried wealth. It purred hidden strength. It belied the truths that no person of court would ever speak aloud. Yes, this overspilling display of consumables was a currency all its own.

William filled a plate with a generous portion of the Don's good fortune.

[Tudor MercWench Smith]

Lamaire begged leave of the commanding officers, snagged two glasses from passing Domestic and nonchalantly moved to where the ladies were in discussion. Standing off a bit until acknowledged, he watched their body language. The Surgeon hesitated in reply to Miss Smith, giving minute gesture of welcome and an amused smile to the Frenchman's stealthy survey of her companion.

"Pardon, if I am interupting matters of serious delvings. You must give me your kind forgiveness, for I cannot help myself in being drawn to the vacinity of such overpowering visions of fair face."

Tempest raised a delicate brow and recieved a wink from the flatterer in question. Dominique glanced to the remains contained in glass company and tsked offering the full glasses he carried.

" Those will not due. They appear to be flawed by my observations and shall simply have to be replaced by these that are perfect."

Taking a seat to Tudor's right, he took a draught before fixing attention to the Surgeon.

" Mademoiselle, I am sure that by now you have heard of the Dawn's coming appointment. I wish to ask if you could find yourself willing in capacity of medical expertise, to be present at my humble request. I have gone so far as to speak with Capitaine Hollande in the matter and he has kindly given you his leave...If you are so inclined. He bids only the stipulation that if you find it in your heart to do me this great favor, to chose amongst your brethren to act as escort until your return aboard."

Tempest chuckled, "Why Gaston...Such showings of proper protocal. One would think that you were trying to impress someone. You always have had an uncanny means of stunning those in you favor with grand pomp and circumstance."

Lamaire gave a look of mock injury, turning to Miss Smith.

"Do you see, Mademoiselle Smith? When one has known another for a span of years, they sometimes take liberties in exposing trade secrets. My pride is laid so low, that I feel I may never recover from the blow."

Tempest waved him off, "You do go on, monsieur. And to think that you would go so far as to attempt a pleading of innocence to the charges laid before you."

"But, mademoiselle...I entreat you, to say such injustices to the hearing of your most graceful companion. She will be under the impression that I am a vaurien."

Tempest laughed fully to his display and glanced to tudor before making further comment.

"Gaston, you know that I hold you dearly in heart...Never the less, fact holds that you are a vaurien. Though it should be noted, that you are one of the grandest in regard to the breed."

Lamaire looked to Miss Smith who's facial features proffered an expression of amusement to the interchange. Tempest tipped her glass in his direction.

"Of course I shall attend to your request and do so happily. It is true that I would be hard pressed to deny anything that you would ask of me and it will not be the first time that I have come to your bidding in matters of this particular nature."

Lamaire offered impish grin to her words and a wink to Miss Smith.

"Have you assigned a Second to accommodate you for this little dance?"

He rolled his eyes, "Merde', zut...."

"Then I suggest, if there is none in particular that you have in mind, that you speak with Armand. It was, after all, his date for the evening that was insulted..."

Lamaire considered momentarily...

"Oui! Tres vien! I shall do as you say, ma cherie. Your judgment is perfection, as is usual. Merci beaucoup!"

He drained the remains of crystal content and stood, eyeing them both.

"Mademoiselles, you have made me the envy of all present by allowing me to bask in your refined qualities. I beg your leave, for the hour grows late and the rooster shall give announcement soon enough."

Lamaire bowed with deep flourish then returned in direction to the company from which he had come.

Tudor, for the most part, had kept silent during Lamaire and Tempest's conversation, more then content just to amusedly observe the interplay between the two. She couldn't contain her smiles and laughter. The frenchman reminded her so much of old friends . . .

She was almost jelous that Tempest would be allowed to witness the duel on the morrow. She wished she could find some excuse to go along - but it would not make much sense that the woman who's honour was insulted should witness the defense. Her fingers practically itched to feel her blade, but instead she contented them with fidgiting with the edging on her gown.

It was hard to contain the laughter when Lamaire realised that he had no second, but the mirth quickly died with Tempest's suggestion. She quickly stole another look at Armand, praying her concern was not evident on her face. She barely even noticed Lamaire's departure.

[Tempest Fitzgerald]

Armand had serected glances to where the ladies and the Lieutenant conversed. Just before Lamaire's departure from their company, he had noticed a shadow pass over Tudor's features; though it had seemed she had been of light heart just moments before. Her sudden reaction to circumstance of unknown issue nagged at him inwardly, but he kept his stance within the circle of companions; watching as the Lieutenant returned to the fold.

After obtaining a fresh glass of refined intoxicant, Lamaire turned to the Gascon and switching to shared mother tongue, made request. There was a stirring of soul that climbed within Armand's being. It was an honour to be chosen to suit such duty and due to multiple reasonings, it was a mantle the Gascon would readily accept. The details of the matter were discussed and without further ado, Lamaire gave sincere words of appreciation to his Southern cousin then bid all a good night.

Armand watched after Dominique's departure, his slender figure weaving through the guantlet of crowd until pausing at the request of some fair face. Movement of approach took his center of attention away from distant courtly exchange, the cool of grey sights fell upon his lifetime companion and companion of other desires.

The Gascon smiled warmly in greeting as they neared, proffering an arm to his charge and asking if he could do any service to ensure her comfort. A subtle residue of former shadow haunted Tudor's eyes, though she tried to cover its existance. Glancing to where he had last spyied his impending dawn comrade, he caught brief glimpse as Lamaire slipped the encompasment of glided chamber, but now with gilded companion in accompaniment...