Connie
Lady Eyva Whitton
Whitton Castle gates. 

The armoured man had certainly caught the attention of bystanders who seemed to congregate at the castle gates watching the two interact. Of course, this situation was not typical here, though many wanted to pass the Sun gate just a league or so away from the keep, few actually came to the castle gates unless anticipated. Eyva felt a conflict within her. She could have easily sent this man on his way. Perhaps he was here intentionally, pulling the wool over her eyes. Though Eyva was empathetic, and could not turn such a man away, especially as she had taken note of his discomfort. 

As Eyva looked down to the man, even as a crouch, wisps of red hair would fly out behind her. The castle walls acted as a windshield to those inside, she had not realised how bitterly cold the wind was until she was exposed to it. Once more, she pulled her furs around her, attempting to keep her torso remotely warm. 

"Whitton castle, Terresol.. Ser?" She would say, the tone of her voice picking up as she uttered the last word, it was an attempt to understand who he was. If he were a lord he would not be here in this predicament, would he? She pondered the thought for a moment. 

"Who are you?" She finally asked. If he had ill intent, she would hopefully discover it before he was allowed entry into the keep, or so she hoped.
Jose
Sir Siegfried Krieger
Whitton Castle Gates

He used his free hand to face palm when he realised just how embarassing his situation was to him, a knight, laying on the ground pathetically in front of someone he did not know, he did his best efforts to sit up and turn so he could properly face her, his crimson cape now dirty, barely even floating, he put his arms behind himself as support to not fall back down, he took a good look at her and the castle behind her, realising she must be someone important, he forced himself up so he could actually kneel respectfuly.

"Sir Siegfried... *Krieger* M'lady" He took deep breaths in between his words, he sounded absolutely exhausted, looking down as some form of bow but also with a slight hint of shame.

"Last living member of House Krieger of the Witherlands" He breathed heavily, a bit shaky, was it because of the cold? The pain? Exhaustion? He could not really tell anymore.
Connie
Lady Eyva Whitton
Whitton Castle gates

Eyva was not too accustomed to the individual houses in the Witherlands. Though she was unsure what motive this man could have that would cause him to lie to her. For now, she would take this man as honest. She couldn't help but frown as he attempted to bow, formalities were one thing, but this man looked as though death was soon to take him. She sheepishly moved towards him, extending a hand out to his shoulder.

"Come, we need to get you inside. You'll catch a death out here." She said, turning her head to look at the gate. She was a little surprised that no one else had come out to this mans aid, regardless of who he was.

"Don't just stand there. Come help this man inside. Take his horse to the stables" She would yell, frustration laced her tone. Needless to say it was then people had started to shift from their places, some had moved back inside the keep walls, and others had come to assist both the horse and the man.
Jose
Sir SIegfried Krieger
Whitton Castle Gates

He pressed hard against his leg with his hands to push himself up while shaking slightly when she told him to come inside "Thank you, thank you a thousand times m'lady" He spoke as he was helped by all those people he didn't know, but he was happy to not be attacked or scared, he looked up at the castle as he was helped, the horse was extremely submissive for a warhorse and let itself be guided to the stables, the knight meanwhile just looked around.
Connie
Lady Eyva Whitton
Whitton Castle guest chambers.

Sir Slegfried was helped inside and taken directly to the eastern wing of the keep which held a few guest chambers. 

The chamber was relatively small. There was a boarded window that was shaped as a long slit within the mortar walls. Should the wooden shutters be pulled aside, one would see outside the castle walls. The window was likely used by Eyva's ancestors as an arrowslit. The interior walls of the room had been decorated in various drapes and furs, stitched onto them would be various emblems and sigil. Some would believe that these only held decorational purposes, however in the harsh of winter these thick drapes helped to insolate the room, keeping the warm of the open fire inside. There was a small bed positioned at the back of the room, placed against a wall. A fireplace flickered gently to the right of the bed.

The room smelt of incense, various herbs and flower aromas filled the nose gently, much like many of the other houses. These herbs, spices and flowers were placed in hand sewn pouches, and rested upon the fire mantle. As the fire warmed, so did the pouch, thus releasing a gentle, toasty scent.

A member of the house had been called to his side to help him with any injuries sustained. She had helped clean up any wounds, creating poultices from boiling water and bread to help draw out infection and keep any wounds clean. He had been given some clothes, made from a thin woven thread that perhaps were too large for him, but better than the metal that constricted him and caused him grief.

Eyva had come to visit sometime later. She was of little help to him when he was in such a state, though she had been told that the man was stable enough for her to go see. Upon her arrival to the eastern wing of the keep, she had instructed servants to collect the man some food and drink, for no guest of hers should go hungry. It would not be a banquet, but it would be a hearty soup, a roll of bread and some honey wine to help soothe him. 

She entered the room, no longer hugging her thick furs. It was warmer inside the castle, instead she wore a blue dress that was laced at the front. Beneath it was a thin white shift that covered her arms and chest. A smile formed on her lips as she looked towards the man.

"Ah, Sir Krieger, how are you feeling?"
Jose
Sir Siegfried Krieger
Whitton Castle guest chambers

Sir Siegfried had remained extremely shy and submissive throughout all of his treatments, although at first he was reluctanct to let the armor be taken off of him, especially the helmet, he eventually let them do their duties, knowing that otherwise he would remain in a pitiful state, he didn't talk much to the people around him, the servant that helped him heal could notice that the wounds he had must had been caused by extremely crude weaponry, even a few shards of bone were planted into his skin in some places.

When he had been put in the room he took long looks at everything surrounding him, fascinated by the culture of this place he hadn't seen before, it was a far way from the witherlands, and he wasn't used to such fine things, when he heard footsteps approaching the door he would sit up so he could look more presentable, bowing his head when he saw her enter, he looked up at her before speaking once again.

"I am feeling well, you have my gratitude for the help you have given me, and I want to apologise if I made you or your servants go through any sort of trouble."
Connie
Lady Eyva Whitton
Whitton Castle guest chambers.

She smiled, waving a hand dismissively to him. "It was no trouble. I'd not have allowed a man to fall at my gates when I could have helped him." Her words were sincere as she paced across the room towards him. 

She pulled up a small wooden chair that was lined with deer hide beside the bed. Gracefully she took a seat, looking to him. For a moment she observed him, curious as to what had brought him here, and why was he in such a state? Had allowing him in put her and her people in danger? Was there a further threat that she had not considered? Her uncle had always taught her to be mindful of ulterior motives, and with her uncle and advisors away on a trip, she had few people to turn to for council. 

"By the sounds of it, you weren't aiming to come here? You wouldn't have asked where you were if you were. So tell me, where were you heading? What happened to you, Sir?" She asked, leaning slightly forward in her seat as a servant had given him the food and honey wine as she had requested. The servant threw a few more logs on the burning fire that crackled gently in the background, before leaving the chambers entirely.
Jose
Sir Siegfried Krieger
Whitton Castle guest chambers.

Sir Siegfried moved around on the bed a bit so he could get in a more comfortable position to speak to her, he was seemingly very calm and recovering pretty fast from his injuries, he looked at her with his head tilted when she spoke, and he would start eating, he would of course swallow before speaking

"I was trying to get as far as I could from the Witherlands" He said while nodding a bit "My House, everyone I knew... They were slaughtered by barbarians, way up in the north of the Witherlands, my Lord told me to retreat, to save the memory of our House, he gave me his name and his title before he passed..." *His voice was filled with sorrow and regret when he spoke, getting slightly less deep and more shaky*
Connie
Lady Eyva Whitton
Whitton Castle guest chambers.

"Barbarians?" She said, her tone sympathetic. "I'm sorry to hear... I assume you have no land now then? What was your plan once you had made it away from the Witherlands?" 

She watched him carefully, she was pleased that he looked well- As well as someone in his position could look, anyway. It seemed that her house hold had done a good job treating him and cleaning him up. She had to figure this man out, and fairly quickly so she could determine what to do next. Did she allow him to stay for now? How far would she go to help this stranger? She did not expect payment back for her generosity, but she had to consider how far such generosities could stretch. She needed to work out what we was doing and why, then perhaps she would feel more at ease.
Jose
Sir Siegfried Krieger
Whitton Castle guest chambers.

"As shameful as I feel admitting it, I did not have a plan aside trying to find a way to restore my fallen house..." He put his hand behind his neck and looked down, but this time it was not a sign of respect, it was just pure shame, he shifted around on the bed uncomfortably when he realised just how much of a problem he could be to the lady that helped him, after all he hadn't compensated her in any way.

"But I do have land, technically I still own some, but now in actuality it's empty or filled with barbarians, or even destroyed for all I know..." The shame on his face could only intensify each second, each realisation that came to his mind, he was more than embarassed, almost sad.
Connie
Lady Eyva Whitton
Whitton Castle guest chambers.

Eyva knew the man did not want pity, but she felt it anyway, and thus she expressed it on her face as a saddened frown. She imagined how difficult it would be to share this with her- a stranger to him equally. And here they were, brought together in such strange and unfortunate circumstances. In part, she felt someone responsible for him, though she knew that was not the case. He had been given little to no option to flee from his post, and in any circumstance she knew that her house would have done the same. She did not know how many men he had or how much land he had lost, though little or large, he had lost it. 

"You need not worry, sir. I do not wish to distress you at such a time, especially while you are recovering. It has been trying and difficult times for you. Something I can not relate to. We do what we have to do sometimes. Your options were limited so you came here. But what next? I'd think you'd need men to recover the land, which would mean taking it back from the barbarians that still could be there?"