The Rookery

Will is indeed in the rookery, it seems that he just got finished feeding the birds as he is running back and forth along the walls clutching an empty bag, with kernels of corn that the ravens found unsatisfactory are scattered around the floor. Looking up at the sounds of someone entering he stops his examining of the bird perches and turns to the newcomer. "Milady." He states wearily with a slight bow.

Will takes a quick breath and exhales slowly as if taken aback. "I am he," he says after the breath. "There ain't nothing to be done at the moment." He states bringing his hand up to scratch the stubble on his chin. "Though I suppose if you're looking for work, you can help mend the letter holders." He replies gesturing over to a desk that had a pile of leather capsules that the letters being sent were put in then attached to the birds.

"Of course, milady." Will claims as he walks over to the desk as well, and picking one up. "Since these are attached to the raven and sent through the air the leather ties don't last long." He says pointing to the straps that wrap around the bird's leg, which Elseyris can see is starting to rot. "Just remove these bindings and replace them with the fresh ones." He says picking up thin leather straps from the desk and replacing them with the old ones on the table demonstrating the task for Elseyris to see. "If the leather of the lid is starting to rot, set it aside and I'll have them done later." He says with a smile.

"I can't read milady." Will responds earnestly, "I send the letters and when we recieve them I deliver them directly to Ser Clarence when Prince Aegon is away."

"My wife has been telling me of some rumors that she heard when she was at the docks the other day." Will states offhandedly as he goes back to checking to the bird lofts. "That woman loves to hang around the docks and listen to gossip when she should be getting my supper ready." Elseyris can hear the man claim in a irritated but loving tone.

Will shrugs as he bends down to examine a board that looks like it might need attention and marks it with a piece of charcoal that he produced from his pocket. "I ain't one that cares much about hearing what goes on in the rest of the world, most of it is hogwash anyway. And my ravens keep me plenty busy."

"Not much from what my wife told me." Will announced, "There was a bit of news about that one scary inquisitor, apparently he is on the run after killin' some small council member. Can't remember the details." He admits, "Wife cooked me some fresh caught salmon baked in clay, she can cook that one. Surely wasn't her looks that attracted her to me." Will says distractedly with more emphasis on his wife's cooking then on her gossip.

"Aye, my wife has blessed me with a little girl." Will claims, "Her name is Mya." He says affectionately.

"She will be having her 11th nameday in the next fortnight." He replies fondly, bending down and marking a bird's perch that was beginning to crack.

"In the cabinet if you don't mind." Will says gesturing behind him towards the shelf by the door, all the while moving on to the next perch.

Will looks up from his latest perch and over at the two she had mentioned. "Great." He says politely. "There anything else you want to do for me?" He says with a smile.