Maester's Chambers

[Ser Richard]

"Hidden rooms, some interesting complex mechanics to reveal them, I suspect there are more to discover in this place. Just need the right eyes to do it." Says the man after lightly pressing on his chest. Much better now, seemed like the man really did know his stuff. He looks at the maester "I was going to go looking around some more while mapping the rest out, you interested in joining me?"

[Maester Percival]

Percival thought a long time. He badly wanted wanted to explore this keep and its dark secrets. He had become obsessed with the keep and her long and twitter history. The curse fill every dream he had. He must know more, but to learn it he would have to spend time in this fool's company. After a long time of thought and a very deep sigh Percival replied. "I think that is a wise idea. I think it wiser for us to keep our findings to ourselves. There is no reason to betray the secrets of this keep to anyone." He paused for a long moment. "Besides the Lady and her Lord I suppose."

[Ser Richard]

Well, it'd have to do. The man wasn't his first choice in companions to walk through the castle, nor the second, third, fourth, or fifth. Probably the second to last after the creature he had seen at the tavern, really.

But it'd do.

"I'd agree with that. I'm taking a walk in a hour, would that fit for you? Meet in the great hall?"

[Maester Percival]

Percival nodded and backed away from the man. "Indeed. I will see you then. Should just give you enough time to bathe. It is important with injuries like that to keep them clean." That was not strictly true but Percival found the man's odor extremely unpleasant and a long bath might help with that.

[Ser Richard]

The Mason nodded and took his leave, but it was only in the hallway that he realized about the implications of the conversation. answering the door shirtless, wanting him to bathe... No, no surely not. Just his imagination.

[Lucas of Brindlewood]

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10th Day, 3rd Moon

Ser Willem, having gingerly dismounted and handed his mount to a stableboy upon his return with Edmure and Willis, immediately made his way for the maester's quarters. He had foregone medical attention on his broken ribs for several days while waiting on resolution of the conflict at Armistead's crossing and he was in enough pain to not want to put of the visit to the maester any further. Gritting his teeth with each step, and still garbed in his plate, having not taken the time to remove it, he eventually made his way to the maester's quarters and knocked upon the door. Hopefully the obnoxious man would not laugh at the means of his injury this time around.

[Maester Percival]

Percival opened the door and was dressed in a white tunic and cloth pants. He hated the Maester robe and never wore it in his room. He was holding a cup of wine and looked at blankly at the man at his door. "Yes." He smirked at the idiot at his door and tried to remember if he had met the man. There was something vaguely familiar about the man's face.

[Lucas of Brindlewood]

"My ribs are broken." Willem said, not caring to converse with Percival any more than he had to.

[Maester Percival]

Percival sighed, and waved the man into the room, "Enter. Please take your shirt off, and sit over there." He walked into the side room and gather his supplies. He walked back out and added, "What was your name again? Willet... Willman... something like that." He waited for the wounded idiot to undress. "Any day now would be appreciated. I have more important things to fill my time then your ribs."

[Lucas of Brindlewood]

Willem began to remove his plate, wincing visibly as he did. "My name is Ser Willem." He said slight annoyance in his tone. He made no comment on the maester's absurd statement that he had better things to do when he had clearly just been lounging in his quarters. He needed the man to treat his broken ribs and he was not about to aggravate him.

[Maester Percival]

Percival watched and grew more annoyed the longer it took Willem to remove the armor. His feet began to tap and his frown slowly deepened until he felt ready to scream. Yet for all frustration he did not move in to help take off the armor. When the Knight's chest wax finally bare, Percival stepped in and tried to examine the man.

(Percival had 64 medical skill)

[The Gambler]

(100. +4 Medicine)

Percival poked and prodded, finding that most of the ribs appeared bruised rather than broken and the worse injury was likely a hairline fracture. Willem had no fever, indicating no marrow had gotten into his bloodstream. The maester may have horrible bedside manner, but he wrapped the knight's chest with practiced hands. When he was done, Willem felt fighting fit.

(Due to Percival's healing hands Willem will fully heal within the week, in time for the duel.)

[Maester Percival]

Percival stepped back and nodded once at his good work. No doubt this idiot would break them again within a week but until then he has done a magnificent bit of work. He looked up at the Knight and realized he had forgotten his name again. "What are you waiting for? I am done and you can scapper along now." He turned and waved toward the armor. "Do not forget that hunk of steel ."

[Lucas of Brindlewood]

"Thank you for your assistance." Willem offered curtly, before scooping up his armour and slowly making his way from the maester's chambers.

[Edwyn Blackfort]

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Later that day, after the meeting in his own chambers had concluded, (and some time after Willem had visited) Edmure gingerly made his way to the Maester's chambers, along with one of his loyal guardsmen.