@b3felled; for godefrius location: the dining halls of the chasque royal castle.
a banquet dinner drawing to a close. alcohol in his veins. the perfect excuse to cozy up with the man. oisín leaned against the wall next to the other, eyeing him up and then down. slow. blatant. but not too eager. one hand on his half-empty goblet. the other not quite touching the larger man just yet. "a fine specimen for a lord commander of the kingsguard." godefrius dronnelgan. chasque's fierce protector. a capable witcher. "i have heard quite a bit about you." he hadn't really met the man before today, not enough for formal introductions at any rate. but that didn't stop him from trying to flatter the man. "an impressive history, among other things." like his physique. oisín made no move to disguise the fact that he was being more than friendly, more than he usually was or was know for. when he wanted something he chased it and it was rather clear what he was after in the moment... even if there were ulterior motives that he wasn't going to divulge.
the sorcerer did not have too many connections in the kingdom of chasque. and among those, sure some were noble houses. but his network here chiefly consisted of mostly trade and merchants. with few people in positions of effective power, and even fewer spies. if he wanted a foothold here, he had to put in the work. and what better way to start than with the kingsguard. in whatever way he can have him.
