[Open] My Hearth Is Yours

[judgemewhole]

WHO: James Norrington and You
WHAT: Dining with the Commander
WHEN: Throughout Wintermarch
WHERE: The Great Hall
NOTES: Nothing but 'seriously dude, you're hiding something aren't you?'

Even Templars need to eat.

And drink.

Sometimes they have to do a lot of drinking, honestly, but Norrington kept his portions of wine to a reasonable amount when he had it with his supper. He always dined in the main hall, few times with his men, but often times he came in in alone with papers and letters in which he worked upon while he broke meat and bread off and slipped it into his mouth without thinking. His pen never seemed to stop, as he scripted pages and pages of writing -- before tossing some of them aside and grumpily burning others.

Once and awhile, you could catch him with no papers at all, but a book, his head propped up on his hand and his green eyes distant as he read the words on the page and sipped from his glass of wine.

Comments

[samahl]

Cyril is confused for a moment. "Oh, no. I meant I brought the subject of children into this conversation. I stated first that people assume men and women will eventually produce some. You weren't putting the cart before the horse by responding to my point." Then, after a moment. "My Clan had a plague many years ago. Several of us lost our parents. We learned to care for each other from that and the Clan came together to raise us. That's the closest I've personally been to raising a child."

[judgemewhole]

"Aaaaaaahhh. My apologies, I did not mean to misunderstand your meaning." he felt sheepish, before he nodded his head slowly. "Not unlike all of us youngsters in the Templar Order. We banded together, to look out for one another while we went through training."

[samahl]

"How young are templars usually?" Cyril asks because for some reason he can't picture them as children. Templars are pretty much the boogie men of many stories when you're in a clan hiding an extra mage, so he's always thought of them as being made as adults. This chance to learn the truth isn't something he wants to pass up.

[judgemewhole]

"Typically, a templar can be as young as an infant -- some are promised as childre. The typical age is around nine years, though." James explained, waving his hands, "For like mage training, it takes years to master the art of becoming a Templar, and what those powers include. It is also why so many templars can continue to use their gifts without lyrium."

[samahl]

"An... infant?" Cyril seems shocked by that news. "You take children and... train them into that sort of thing?" He frowns a bit. "Were you a child when you first joined?"

[judgemewhole]

"Those who were without parents were the ones brought in as infants. We do not begin formal training until we are at least eleven or twelve." Norrington stated, before he paused, "I was ... nine. My parents had been lost to me, and I was turned over to the care of the Chantry."

[samahl]

This conversation forces Cyril to re-think a lot about what he thought about templars. He frowns as he thinks all of that over. "What is your training like?" He imagines eleven or twelve year olds holding those massive shields and being taught that mages were evil and it just chills him. He doesn't want to run with that assumption though. He waits for James to answer to give him the truth.