Lauren
Sergeant Jax Brightwater
Brindelle, The North Shore

Jax eyed the boy closely before snickering and turning to his squad.

"What's this? Some kind of joke?" The rest of Jax's entourage returned his quizzical look. *So I guess it isn't a prank?* The elder knight addressed the leader once more.

"I'm afraid your messenger must have gotten lost for I have no warning for this. Who sent the boy? And for what purpose?"

Jax wasn't usually the person people would send servants to as a gift, I mean unless you wanted a fine for stealing fish lifted I suppose.
Janice
"Lord Skagerlly has sent me as a kindness," Aleks said, a tinge of confusion creeping into his voice.
His guard finished for him, clearing his throat and shifting uncomfortably, "Surely you've gotten word? You're hosting our Aleksandr Skagerlly until further notice. The messenger must've gotten lost; the Lord will have his head for that," The guards all exchanged glances, and though his words played like a joke, they were nothing of the sort.
Aleks gave a fearful glance back to his entourage, which was only met with a stony gaze.
*What's going on?*
Lauren
Sergeant Jax Brightwater
Brindelle, North Shore

Jax placed his hands on the loops of his sword belt, deciding to have faith in something for the first time in 15 years, ironically it was in a chaotic creature with godlike aspirations. *Don't question me, Jaxxy. You haven't yet.*

"Very well, I'll foster the boy if you'll forgive me and enlighten me on any duties your messenger failed to mention." Jax turned to Jenkins, the strongest of his squad, "Leroy, take the boy into the garrison, get him something to eat while I figure out the details with his guards." The tall boy stepped forward and beckoned for the lordling to follow him inside as Jax stepped closer to the mounted men.
Janice
Aleksandr ducked inside of the garrison, careful to avoid anything that would dirty or tarnish his attire. He gave a deep bow, remaining in that position as he spoke.
"Thank you for your generosity. Truly, I thank you," His voice was an echo of what the Lord had recited to him many times, generally between cruel lashes or simple beatings.
The head guard sighed as the lordling left, a hand on his hip.
"Really, I have no idea how this happened. I believe he was supposed to be hosted by a noble of some sort, but I guess something happened along the way," He exhaled, pursing his lips.
"Sorry for the trouble. All you really have to do is keep him alive, feed him, and send him back when you're done with him. He doesn't necessarily have to be in good shape, as long as he's not on the brink of death," He gave Jax a quick briefing.