Landon

[goodfellow]

In all honesty, Robin hadn't expected to see Landon again. One, because he'd long ago decided that it was easier to just assume he'd be disappointed rather than getting his hope up. And second, because he actually liked Landon, and well, that rarely worked out for him these days.

... oh also, the king had been murdered, and Robin was pretty preoccupied with making sure that his position here was secured. Fortunately he'd managed to meet Harry Hart very quickly, and found the man entirely reasonable, if a bit preoccupied. In any case, Robin didn't think he'd be kicked out or his head separated from his shoulders in the immediate future.

He was outside the castle, speaking with one of the guard, when suddenly he saw a familiar face. Looking surprised, he took his leave of the guard and approached Landon. "... well there you are," he said.

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[landon_rivers]

Landon nodded in thanks, then began to walk at Robin's side.

"May I ask what has made your week so sour?" he asked.

[goodfellow]

Robin arched an eyebrow. "Has word not made its way out yet? The king is dead. Murdered by his long lost brother... I think I've managed to ensure my position is still secure here but it was a bit touch and go."

[landon_rivers]

"Oh, yes, sorry. I had heard," Landon replied. "I apologize, I didn't realize such a thing might affect you."

[goodfellow]

"Ah, I suppose I didn't really publicize that I was working for the king," Robin said, a touch apologetic. Pause. "Not that I was particularly fond of him. I can't say I care that he's dead. But you can see why I was anxious."

[landon_rivers]

"Of course. Though you said things had worked out? Do you have reason to fear that could change?" Landon asked with a concerned little frown.

[goodfellow]

"Shifts in power always come with risks," Robin said with a shrug. "But I think it will be okay. And if it's not... I'll move on."

He offered Landon a little smile. "Perhaps both of us are due for new beginnings. Are you okay then?"

[landon_rivers]

"I am disappointed in myself, but I am well. ...I am also considering another offer from the nobel. He's offered me land to make my own, but I would be working for him in some way. Building, most likely."

[goodfellow]

"Is this the same man that you fancy?" Robin asked neutrally.

[landon_rivers]

"I'm afraid so, yes. He remains with his love though," Landon assured him.

[goodfellow]

"It seems like that would be quite a challenge for you," Robin said.

[landon_rivers]

"Yes, but until I learn if I will be paid what I hoped, I have few other options. ...And it would be nice to have a proper home. Something on land that is mine..." Landon noted.

[goodfellow]

"I can understand that," said Robin. "But you should... be careful of your heart. That's not trivial. As important as land."

[landon_rivers]

"I know, I just fear I can't afford to decline such an offer," Landon confessed.

[goodfellow]

It was on the tip of Robin's tongue to tell him that if it was just about money, he could always find money. But that was a ridiculous thing to offer.

So all he said was, "I'm sorry." And turned a corner towards the inn. "I can offer you the opportunity to not think about it for a while, at least," he said.

[landon_rivers]

"A very kind offer, I accept," Landon smiled softly, walking along with him.

[goodfellow]

Robin opened the door for him, into the inn - which seemed like the best spot for decent food and a drink both. Robin was also fond of Nyx. After spending the one night with him, he was content to see a friendly face occasionally. He also figured there was less chance anyone here would have problems with an elf.

"Have you been here?" Robin asked, as they sat at a table in the corner. "The food's good... there's an exceptionally hearty stew."

[landon_rivers]

"I have, a few times," Landon nodded, having tracked Alwyn down here once, having shared a meal with Jack, and being well aware it was where the missing prince had been hiding out- Something he'd turned a blind eye to over and over again. "It's a nice place, they sell good mead."

[goodfellow]

"Mead," Robin said fondly. "Perfect."

Sitting across from Landon, he put his elbows on the table and rested his head on his hands, looking at him. "I know it's been a rough week," he said. "But can you tell me something that made you happy?"

[landon_rivers]

Landon was quiet and thoughtful for a long moment, then smiled and nodded. "A friend of mine stopped by the other day with what was meant to be a gift for my retirement. A blanket his sister had made for me. It's lovely. I felt very cared for sleeping beneath it."

[goodfellow]

Robin smiled at him. "Perfect," he said. "Is it warm?"

[landon_rivers]

"And soft," Landon nodded. "What about you? What good things graced your week?"

[goodfellow]

Robin considered this for a moment, trying to genuinely think of flashes of good moments. "I stood in front of a man I thought might kill me and didn't flinch," he said. "I kissed a pretty girl in the rain. I drank most of a bottle of very good sweet wine while remembering something from my past."

[landon_rivers]

"Sounds like a busy week," Landon chuckled, nodding a bit. "I'm glad it had nice moments."

[goodfellow]

Robin smiled at him, just as the barmaid came over. "Two pints of mead," he said. "And I think... whatever the kitchen says is best tonight." He glanced at Landon to make sure he was okay with that. "And if Nyx is here tell him Robin says hello."

[landon_rivers]

Landon raised a brow at the mention of Nyx, but said nothing.

"Just mead is enough," he assured Robin. "I don't expect more than a drink."