Gavin watched his companions depart his library, stared at the door for another minute or two, then heaved a sigh and shed a single tear.
“What have I gotten myself into,” he thinks to himself. Slowly, wearily, he moves to his desk. “Right. My desk. My library. I’m the Speaker now. Because clearly, on top of everything else, I can handle this.” Absent mindedly he opens a random book on the desk, thumbs through a few pages, staring at nothing, seeing nothing, feeling…..nothing? “Wrong you idiot. You’re feeling things. A lot of things. Sort them out. I’ve been through worse…right? No….I’ve been through a lot. Can’t say I much fear death anymore, seeing as how I’ve been to that brink and I’ve seen that darkness. Came back oh so smart though didn’t you? Learned the science of matter, learned the names of elements, excelled with all this intelligence……and lost your entire family” More tears begin to force their way from his eyes. They drop onto the pages of the book, the old dry pages quickly absorbing the moisture. “Alright Gavin, pull yourself together. Let’s recount what your life is. So, you’re the speaker. You speak for a Jarl, whom you know little about, but is clearly a stickler for the laws. Awesome…because you get along so well with the law.” Eyes glazed over, he remembers a time that seems now as if it happened in another life. His dirty, scoundrel life on the island. And then his focus comes back. “And Ned, Thane of this region now, is to watch over me. Even better. A person who you have travelled with, yet still know so little about, who has this code…this extremely righteous sense of honor, is to watch over me as Speaker.” He closes the book, fist pressed hard on the cover, knuckles whitening. He grasps the book and throws it across the room. “Because anger is exactly what I need right now isn’t it?” He takes a deep breath, stands, walks over and picks up the book and replaces it in an empty spot on a shelf. “Done with your tantrum now? Because you need to stop acting childish. And speaking of tantrums…Robert. He is difficult. I can’t tell yet, is his attitude just derived from pure…disgust?….with everyone and everything, or is he just, by barbaric nature, full of such an intense rage that his only outlet is either physical combat, or his combative attitude towards everyone. And Piper, she is a mysterious one. Of all the companions I know nothing of, she I know the least. What is her edge? What is her game? Does she even have one? Is she playing us for fools? Is she on our side? She is an enigma to me, that is for sure.” Gavin begins to pace the library, no set motion or path. Just wandering. “So much to think of….it is going to be a sleepless night for sure. Now, your father….this Stranger….and of course….the dragon.” At the thought of the dragon Gavin stops pacing. “No, I can’t go see him yet. I have to sort through this. Focus Gavin, Focus…..Your father. Where are you? Uriah….Dad…I thought you were dead. Why didn’t you check on me? Why didn’t you come back for us? WHAT. HAPPENED. TO. YOU.” Fists clenched, crying, Gavin falls to his knees. “what happened to you…..who is the stranger….and what is happening to me?” Silence. Just silent sobbing. He appears as nothing more than a lost child. Gavin Guile, the child prodigy, brought to his knees by this life. Slowly, quietly, he rises to his feet, walks to his desk, and pours himself a cold cup of tea. Of course its cold, he has been pacing and lost in his own mind for hours. “A mind is a terrible thing……I don’t have time for this. Grow up, kid. You have major responsibilities, so act like you can handle this.” He opens the blinds, the first rays of dawn stinging his eyes, he takes a sip of his tea, bitterly cold. “Well, time to get your shit, and your things together. You’ve got people who need to become friends, no, family.” Gavin proceeds to gather some essential books, a few specific ones for Robert, drains his cup of tea, and goes to greet the day with his newest companion and guardian, Lionel.