Pushing the Sky!

[Carthrat]

"You have no need to ask me on such matters," he replies.

"However, we still have an avenue to persue. Perhaps this man can be questioned. I am sure he will not be too difficult to find- if you don't know already, sir."

[Dracos]

"An excuse to go have a go at Johnathan?  Well, I'm here anyway.  He'd probably be up around Edinsburgh this time of year."

Dracos

[baka]

Fitz nods at Sir Edward. "Thank you. And yes, I believe we should go after this Johnathan character. We could fly up to Edinburgh fairly quickly... "

[Dracos]

"Sounds...good, only two things.  Do you guys have anything less...conspicious I could borrow to wear?  The thugs over there kind of took all my stuff and I didn't quite get my bag back.  And, you're covering airfare?"

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"I'll see what I can do," replies the Earl, dryly. "If this Livingstone character is working with Mystrix, then he shall have to be dealt with sooner or later."

[baka]

Fitz nods. "While some clothes are found for Cosgrove here, I'd like to make an attempt with the crest. Do you have a quiet room I could use?"

[Carthrat]

"There are plenty," replies the earl, shrugging. "You can use the guest room on this floor. I'll have someone show you where it is.

As for clothing.. well, take your pick. What sort of clothes do you want to wear? Most of my servants live in-house, and a few are your size. I'm sure they won't mind giving you their clothes, as I'll reimburse them later."

[Dracos]

"Thanks.  I appreciate it.  Anyhow, just something servicable as traveling wear."

Dracos
Who suggests the picking out clothes gets timeskipped =)

[Carthrat]

A few minutes later...

<->

Fitz is alone in one of the stately bedrooms of the Earl. There's a servicable dressing-desk, complete with mirror, and plenty of room to try and do his thing.

The amulet itself is back in it's briefcase- the earl didn't want it carried around in the open too much. Something about 'Latent energy drawing.. undesirables.'

<->

Meanwhile, Cosgrove has recently been outfitted in some stout travelling gear; a good shirt, khaki pants, and a stout woolen jumper. As he leaves the dressing room to return to the mansion hall..

"You're a swordsman, right?" comes the voice of Richard, who is looking on with intrest.

[Dracos]

"Aye, that I am."  Cosgrove turned to answer.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"How about a friendly bout?" asks Richard, eyeing you up and down. "I'm no master, but I know a few tricks. Besides, there's nothing else to do while Fitz does his thing- he can take hours at it."

[Dracos]

Cosgrove looked him over, briefly attempting to ascern if he was really quite good or a light weight swordsman.

"Sure, why not."

Dracos

[Carthrat]

Richard looks relatively competent. Like a long-standing member of the Society of Creative Anachorism.

"We should be able to have a match out the front," says Richard, nodding. "I'll meet you there in say, ten minutes? The Earl has a number of sparring poles from his, ahem, earlier days. I'll get a servant to bring out a rack."

[Dracos]

"Sure, Sure." Cosgrove stretched out a bit before heading out to the courtyard.

Dracos

[baka]

Fitz stares at the briefcase, thinking nervously. Then, appearing to reach a decision, he place the briefcase on the floor before him, still closed, and sits cross-legged.

Closing his eyes, he breathes deeply and regularly, running through the simplest prayer he knows in his head. Over and over he repeats it to himself, clearing his mind of all else but the glory of Selene, seeking for union with her.

Eyes still closed, he leans forward and releases the catch on the briefcase.