Waery, standing to one side of Lord Trubaldsome's seat, had little interest in the various conversations of those before the King. His lord continued to stare coldly at the general, tipping his hat in a brief greeting to Lord yl Marchis, but Waery's focus was elsewhere.
His wandering attention caught a few words of a conversation from across the room, "...was in Miring, a terrible massacre, yes." "I hear the walls were stained red with..." The voices moved on, out of his hearing, but Waery was intrigued. He looked across the room, eyes tracking the source, until he spotted a couple of young, extravagantly dressed minor noblewoman walking along together, chatting.
Uneasy, Waery glanced from the two to Trubaldsome, and back again. Trubaldsome didn't need him at the moment, and news of conflict in Miring could be terribly important... But he was a soldier, not a courtier! He did not relish trading gossip with a couple of ditzy nobles, no, he copped enough of that from his lord.
But... Trubaldsome seemed perfectly content, speaking to yl Marchis for a moment, "Ah, I do not believe we've met? I am Lord Trubaldsome, son of the late King of Miring. I imagine you have heard of me, hm?" He sipped his wine and nodded amiably, before sliding his gaze back to stare daggers at Kaguro.
Waery sighed inwardly. He had to do this, despite his apprehensions.
Leaving the young Lord to his silks, wine, cushions and his elaborate, intricately-crafted act, he stepped quietly back from Trubaldsome's side, leaving him with the small group around the King, and clumsily shoved his way through the Court's throngs to head off the two young women.
Now or never. He drew a deep breath, trying desperately to remember some of the 'manners lessons' Trubaldsome had made him take. "Er, greetin's m'ladies! Fine weather fer turnips, innit?" He didn't think he did so badly, but the two noblewoman stared blankly at him, so he tried his best, charming smile.
This did not quite have the desired effect... A smile, upon the weather-beaten visage of a rough, grizzled burly soldier, clad in servicable black tunic and trousers decorated only with the crest of Miring, was rather more intimidating than appealing.
He suppressed a grimace and plunged. "I coul'n't help but overhear ye speakin' of troubles in Miring, afore? Would ye mind kindly tellin' me a little more of it? Would be muchly grateful, m'ladies."
This was not going well... His vocal chords were more suited to roaring orders on the field of battle than sharing pleasantries within the court.
It did not help that, looking upon these two innocent young ladies, all he could think of were the cold, dead faces of those he'd killed, those who tried to blackmail his lord... He told himself it was necessary and pushed them from his mind, as he had done countless times before, but still the pictures came. Nevertheless, this news could be of great importance, and he was determined to hear more of it, fearsome appearance or no.
Actions: As Trubaldsome sits with the King, Waery overhears a bit of gossip about recent events in Miring, and attempts to get more information from the two noblewomen speaking about it. Perhaps easier said than done with his mediocre people skills and coarse appearance.
((OOC: Just a bit of backstory, Waery served Trubaldsome's father, the last king of Miring, for many years and was his trusted guard and advisor. When the eldest of the king's sons, Leuki, had him killed, (however he did it) Waery quickly joined with young Trubaldsome, effectively exiled by his older brother on pain of death.
Waery puts up with Trubaldsome, mostly in the hope of one day avenging his king... ))