Kyne hesitates, his own experiences in thrall to Morlainne replaying in his mind's eye.
"Of course," he assures Mathilda with a mock half-bow. "I'll be right behind you."
He takes Seb'riel by the arm, as though to escort her back, fully intending to leave his blade with his sister and return with her invisible at his side.
"Would anyone like me to bring their weapons back to the inn? You know they're not allowed in the Sphynx."
"If you don't mind that would be great," Hurosk says removing his longboow and new quiver. "Don't go selling that. I just got it." The ranger keeps his scimitar and shield.
Molly hands over her weapons as well. "Thank you, my friend."
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Mathilda hands over her weapons, save a small dagger 'for on the way'. "Don't be late!" She tells Kyne and starts heading off down the familiar path to the Golden Sphynx.
Seb and Kyne goes with the weapons of the rest of the party back to the inn and the rest head towards the Golden Sphynx. They just wait about five minutes when they see Kyne coming back towards them.
Once they reunite, as soon as Mathilda mentions Lord Thrinderand the guards at the entrance let them inn without further questions. They leave the remaining weapons at the entrance as they did the first time and are guided by a servant towards the second floor. They go to the right side of the building, Kyne and Lyreis went to the left side, and they are guided to the last of a few doors. By the lengnth of the corridor, covered with elegant paintings and tapestries, they must had crossed most of the building to reach that door. The servant produces a key and opens the door and they go up to the third floor by a circular staircase. Finally, they stop in front of a double wooden door, wich the servant opens and they enter a chamber with elegant furniture and some paintings.
A fireplace to their right gives light and warn to the room, and they can see that the opposite wall is all made of crystal, with a magnificient view of the city ad the lake below them. Now it can only be seen the dense fog, dimly lighted by the fires and torches of the city below, giving an eeire air to the whole chamber.
Standing near a big table there a man, holding a cup of red wine, waiting for them.
"Ah welcome " he says with a educated voice. " Please take a seat. " he looks directly to the void space at Kyne's side. " All of you if you may..." he motions his hand towards the fireplace where there is a sofa and some chairs around a low table with drinks and food ready.
Keep in mind that he has no sword but I really liked this picture.
Earlier: As Kyne and Seb'riel turn from the rest of their companions, Seb'riel pulls out a scroll from her sleave. She quickly mumbles a few words and the scroll crumbles to dust in her hands. As it does so she speaks quickly: "I know you are angry but I did as promised. Your enemy is in the Golden Sphynx. Come quickly, we shall keep him distracted." She awaits reply before pulling on the weave once more to shrowd her as a blanket of invisibility. She turns to Kyne as they walk back to the others. "Do you find it strange that I summon her so readily? Do not be angry with her. I knew what would come and I gave myself readily for the outcome. I used her as a tool to meet my own ends. Though the horrors rought on me were great, she is not to blame."
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"I will stand thank you"
Replies the empty space in a commanding voice.
"I hope you will forgive the deception, but we have no reason to entirely trust you after the stunt you already pulled with our companion. We will at least hear you out however"
The invisibility is not dropped, and Seb'riel circles around so that the servants will be unaware of her positioning.
The voice of her former mistress came after a few seconds to Seb'riel
"This is your pitiful try to lure me into a trap? I'll feast on your blood."
At the Golden Sphynx
"As you wish "replies him to the invisible elf. He sits on one ornamented chair and points towards a small wooden box wich is on the table
"There you'll find your payment for the job my assistant hired you. I must admit that I am impressed by you. I only wanted to stop the flow of that drug into my city, but you've achieved much more than that. You've made her to reveal herself. And you are alive. "he makes a pause " Remarkable "
Kyne shakes his head at Seb'riel with a soft smile.
"Not at all, in fact you haven't changed a bit. Playing them against each other is smart. I just hope they both fall for it. We're contending with what could be centuries of experience and web weaving here. They won't be easily fooled."
As the party enters Lord Thrinderand's chambers, Kyne has no qualms making himself comfortable on the luxurious furniture and sampling their host's hospitality.
"I'll admit, you have my attention," the elf concedes. "Conventional wisdom would have us believe that vampires are fundamentally evil - it's in their nature, or so we're told. Morlainne certainly didn't give us reason to believe otherwise."
He takes a sip of wine before continuing.
"There are those who love tales that romanticise undeath though. Stories of the vampire 'with a heart of gold'. You've certainly worked your charms on our lovely young companion, but, again, that was maybe necessary to get us in this room. I didn't appreciate it when Morlainne had a similar grip on my own senses though."
He straightens and looks Lord Thrinderand in the eye.
"So, I don't know what your motivations are, but I do know that you and her don't seem to get along. I don't like her. She threatened my friends, she hurt my family, and there are things I still need from her. I know little of you, but I do know that you're willing to invest time and money to combat Morlainne's influence on this city. Give me a reason to trust you. Something more than that you haven't tried to kill us yet - which is a good start, by the way. Win me over without more enchantments and glamour. Convince me that the tales of the vampire with a heart are more than just stories. I'd rather make a friend today than just another enemy."
Moltaris stands with her thumbs hooked in her belt, her face a stiff mask of fear and anger. Entering this room may have been the stupidest idea I've ever had, she ponders while the master of the house muses on their "success" and their fate.
"Perhaps, as a show of relative good faith, you could release your influence on our friend's thoughts before we impose any further on your hospitality..."
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After they were shown into the room, Mathilda looked happy and a little proud to have brought everyone, as asked. When Seb'riel speaks out of nowhere, her face falls. She's here? She was invisible? When nobody else looks confused, realisation sets in that she has been lied to by everyone. Quietly, she presses her lips together and sinks into one of the cushioned chairs. At least he does not seem to blame me for the deception...
When Kyne mentions the word "vampire", Mathilda jumps up as if stung. "A vampire? You're a vampire?! I..." She looks around at her friends, realising none of them seemed surprised. "But... you were so nice! How... how can you be a vampire?" The young girl's face is between shock and utter disappointment. After a moment, she seems to pull herself together. "So there are good vampires then? I didn't know! I thought they were all like this horrible woman who attacked us at the lake." She pauses and smiles bashfully at Lord Thrinderand. "I didn't realise someone like you could be a vampire." He called us 'remarkable'! Remarkable!
Looking between Kyne and Moltaris, she speaks up again, having drawn courage from the lord's praise: "He is very clearly not evil. And see, he paid us, he is a man of his word!" She glares at Kyne for a second. Even though he made his sister use magic to try and fool Lord Thrinderand. I don't want to draw any more attention to that, but that's definitely not the impression I wanted to make... She takes the wooden box and opens it. The comment about influencing someone's thoughts seems to have passed her by entirely.
Molly stares at Lord Thrinderand nonplussed, the kalashtar having little concern for the trumped-up titles of human and elven "nobility." She rubs the hideous, raw red scar of torn flesh at her throat and then winces as Mathilda reaches for the box, but it's too late to stop her...
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The young rogue opens the box and its metal content shines at the light of the fireplace. Inside there is a lot of platinum and gold coins. Perhaps more that it was first arranged with the Nose.
The man looks at them and ponders his response for a few moments.
" You ask me to free her " he says " as if I had a saying about that. She looks pretty free to myself. What do you ask for me as a proof of trust is as impossible to me as if I ask you not to be bold " he says looking at Kyne " or if I ask you not desire my True Death" he says looking at Moltaris " or to you not to be brave "he says looking to Lyreis " what if I ask you not to be a hunter? "he says to Hurosk. " You can't, it's in your nature, it defines who and what you are. My very nature is the cause of your mistrust... and for that I cannot do nothing. I let my actions to speak for me "he says "And listen to your friend. You accuse her to have her mind clouded and she is the only one who see things as they are. " he leans forward to get close to Mathilda, looking her in the eye " and you my sweet child. Do not listen to those who will say you that you must change, you are as precious as the most rare gems as you are. "he smiles to her, the very first sign of emotion he shows and looks at Mathilda for a few more seconds. Then he leans back again in his chair, and is like if a cloud obscured the sun.
"But let's talk about that woman. She is a danger as you all have learnt. I was hoping for her to lose interest in my city, but she is as stubborn as unpredictable. Attacking my people... she will pay for these.In due time. But you intrigue me. Tell me. What do you know of her? What is this that you say she has that you so fiery desire that you dare to consort the devil? "
Hurosk leans over the shoulder of Mathilda and looks into the box. He gives a whistle of approval and looks up to the vampire. "Youre laying it on a little thick there, huh?" he says with a nod to the rogue. "Anyways, this wouldnt be the first time I've taken payment from a monster, if you'll pardon the term. Before we get into all that, how about you tell us what your plan is for this town? Was that drug tainting too much of your food supply?"
Kyne tilts his head in thought. Thrinderand is an interesting man, but he's also a challenge to take the measure of. On the one hand, he seems forthright. On the other, he's clearly manipulating Mathilda. Is it nature, as he claims, or design?
"If it is as you say, and you could not release her if you wanted to, then please share information with us in kind. I consort with the devil in the hope that he is more than people say. You know your own power. Tell us what we need to know to defeat your enemy."
Kyne eyes the contents of the box as he speaks. Its value is not lost on him.
"How has Morlainne attacked your people? In that respect, my motivations are not dissimilar to your own. She kidnapped my sister and tortured her. Seb'riel has gifts many wish to control for their own ends, and although she escaped, her life's work remains in Morlainne's hands within that tower. My sister wants back what's hers, and as for me, I want satisfaction. Revenge, if you want to be so crude, for daring to hurt that which I love."
For a moment Kyne's eyes flash like burning coals as his emotions flare, much like the flames that pulse within him when he fights. Then it fades, and he laughs it off with a typical cock-sure grin.
"Look at me, I haven't even introduced myself."
He stands and holds out an open hand to Lord Thrinderand, meeting his gaze as an equal.
"I am Lord Kyne Nauraethor Arodir of the Elentári House of Thandúil, and if your word is true, then I offer you my sword in alliance against the vampire Morlainne."
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Mathilda swiftly closes the box and stores it in her bag. "We can divide it later. Thank you, Lord Thrinderand, you are very generous." She attempts a slightly unsteady curtsy, bowing her head to try and hide the fact that she's blushing. Shooting Hurosk a hurt look, she decides to ignore his comment. He called me a gem, a gem! Hurosk must be jealous because he didn't get praised, that's all. When Kyne offers his allegiance, she straightens her back and proclaims: "I will do my best to help in any way I can!" At Molatris' jab, she chuckles quietly. Of course Kyne would try and talk to the lord on the same level, even though there is so clearly a world of difference between them. "We don't really know anything about her, but she attacked us and kept Kyne's sister prisoner. And she still has some book and Seb'riel needs it back."
There is a scoffing sound from the corner of the room that replaces the stifled chuckling at Moltaris' comment and Lord Thinderand can see a prominent scowl on Seb'riel's face.
"Some book? That 'book' is my detailed research that I have put together over a longer time than the lifespan of a human. She holds most of my belongings infact and I intend to get them back. Now to the point of the matter, she has been in your way for some time now, yet you have not moved against her which leads me to believe you lack either the strength, or the knowledge of her stronghold to do so, something we can help with in exchange for collection of the items I desire and safe passage out of this area when all is over. I suppose my brothers companions will also desire something petty like a share of her wealth. "
She adds the last part as something of an afterthought.
Lord Thrinderand listen to all the companions. He just nods graciously at Mathilda when she takes the box, as if he has said all that it has to said on that topic.
"And I am Lord Thrinderand " replies him to Kyne not standing and noding at him. He doesn't add more titles but his tone and pose make it unnecessary as if that title only is more than enough. Kyne is not sure about his nobility title but it's pretty clear that he consider himself way above him. He isn't be unrespectful about it, just assuming it as if it were the natural order of things. "And I gladly accept your sword in this endeavor."
"I see " he says when Seb voice talks about her conditions, but he doesn't reply to that yet.
"Let me give you a little piece of advice young one. Do not presume to know the strength of your rivals, that only would lead you to your demise. And how can you say that I haven't moved against her? I had you, didn't I?"he seems amused by this.
He turns to Kyne when he asks his first question.
"How did she attacked my people? You know how. She tried to drug them. And using her blood nontheless. Interesting move I must say, a bold one even. Fruitless in the end... " He stands and walks over the cristal wall that dominates the room, looking at it giving you his back. " This city is mine. Their citizens and their well beign my responsability. Even when they don't know it. They belong to me. If anyone attacks them, they attack me. " he turns to you and adds " And no one who dares to attack me surives."
He takes a pause and drinks from his cup, coming back to his seat.
"So you know where she is hiding? "he ask looking at Seb'riel "Have you been able to locate her?"he asks looking at Hurosk. " Please don't make us lose our time, I recognized the smell of your house as soon as you entered my city." he waits for the half-orc response and then continues " I think that you know you are no rival to her. Facing her, even for a creature as weak as she is, it would be suicidal for you. Tell me where she hides. Of cuorse you'll be... rewarded."
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Kyne hesitates, his own experiences in thrall to Morlainne replaying in his mind's eye.
"Of course," he assures Mathilda with a mock half-bow. "I'll be right behind you."
He takes Seb'riel by the arm, as though to escort her back, fully intending to leave his blade with his sister and return with her invisible at his side.
"Would anyone like me to bring their weapons back to the inn? You know they're not allowed in the Sphynx."
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"Play along, hand me anything you want inside. Shall I summon Morlainne here, we could have them take each other out tonight?" Seb mumbles.
She switches to common.
"Good idea, anything you don't need we can take back."
"If you don't mind that would be great," Hurosk says removing his longboow and new quiver. "Don't go selling that. I just got it." The ranger keeps his scimitar and shield.
Molly hands over her weapons as well. "Thank you, my friend."
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"Guard it well" Lyreis shs as he hands over his scimitars.
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Mathilda hands over her weapons, save a small dagger 'for on the way'. "Don't be late!" She tells Kyne and starts heading off down the familiar path to the Golden Sphynx.
Seb and Kyne goes with the weapons of the rest of the party back to the inn and the rest head towards the Golden Sphynx. They just wait about five minutes when they see Kyne coming back towards them.
Once they reunite, as soon as Mathilda mentions Lord Thrinderand the guards at the entrance let them inn without further questions. They leave the remaining weapons at the entrance as they did the first time and are guided by a servant towards the second floor. They go to the right side of the building, Kyne and Lyreis went to the left side, and they are guided to the last of a few doors. By the lengnth of the corridor, covered with elegant paintings and tapestries, they must had crossed most of the building to reach that door. The servant produces a key and opens the door and they go up to the third floor by a circular staircase. Finally, they stop in front of a double wooden door, wich the servant opens and they enter a chamber with elegant furniture and some paintings.
A fireplace to their right gives light and warn to the room, and they can see that the opposite wall is all made of crystal, with a magnificient view of the city ad the lake below them. Now it can only be seen the dense fog, dimly lighted by the fires and torches of the city below, giving an eeire air to the whole chamber.
Standing near a big table there a man, holding a cup of red wine, waiting for them.
"Ah welcome " he says with a educated voice. " Please take a seat. " he looks directly to the void space at Kyne's side. " All of you if you may..." he motions his hand towards the fireplace where there is a sofa and some chairs around a low table with drinks and food ready.
Keep in mind that he has no sword but I really liked this picture.
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Earlier: As Kyne and Seb'riel turn from the rest of their companions, Seb'riel pulls out a scroll from her sleave. She quickly mumbles a few words and the scroll crumbles to dust in her hands. As it does so she speaks quickly: "I know you are angry but I did as promised. Your enemy is in the Golden Sphynx. Come quickly, we shall keep him distracted." She awaits reply before pulling on the weave once more to shrowd her as a blanket of invisibility. She turns to Kyne as they walk back to the others. "Do you find it strange that I summon her so readily? Do not be angry with her. I knew what would come and I gave myself readily for the outcome. I used her as a tool to meet my own ends. Though the horrors rought on me were great, she is not to blame."
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"I will stand thank you"
Replies the empty space in a commanding voice.
"I hope you will forgive the deception, but we have no reason to entirely trust you after the stunt you already pulled with our companion. We will at least hear you out however"
The invisibility is not dropped, and Seb'riel circles around so that the servants will be unaware of her positioning.
At the inn
The voice of her former mistress came after a few seconds to Seb'riel
"This is your pitiful try to lure me into a trap? I'll feast on your blood."
At the Golden Sphynx
"As you wish " replies him to the invisible elf. He sits on one ornamented chair and points towards a small wooden box wich is on the table
"There you'll find your payment for the job my assistant hired you. I must admit that I am impressed by you. I only wanted to stop the flow of that drug into my city, but you've achieved much more than that. You've made her to reveal herself. And you are alive. " he makes a pause " Remarkable "
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Kyne shakes his head at Seb'riel with a soft smile.
"Not at all, in fact you haven't changed a bit. Playing them against each other is smart. I just hope they both fall for it. We're contending with what could be centuries of experience and web weaving here. They won't be easily fooled."
As the party enters Lord Thrinderand's chambers, Kyne has no qualms making himself comfortable on the luxurious furniture and sampling their host's hospitality.
"I'll admit, you have my attention," the elf concedes. "Conventional wisdom would have us believe that vampires are fundamentally evil - it's in their nature, or so we're told. Morlainne certainly didn't give us reason to believe otherwise."
He takes a sip of wine before continuing.
"There are those who love tales that romanticise undeath though. Stories of the vampire 'with a heart of gold'. You've certainly worked your charms on our lovely young companion, but, again, that was maybe necessary to get us in this room. I didn't appreciate it when Morlainne had a similar grip on my own senses though."
He straightens and looks Lord Thrinderand in the eye.
"So, I don't know what your motivations are, but I do know that you and her don't seem to get along. I don't like her. She threatened my friends, she hurt my family, and there are things I still need from her. I know little of you, but I do know that you're willing to invest time and money to combat Morlainne's influence on this city. Give me a reason to trust you. Something more than that you haven't tried to kill us yet - which is a good start, by the way. Win me over without more enchantments and glamour. Convince me that the tales of the vampire with a heart are more than just stories. I'd rather make a friend today than just another enemy."
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Moltaris stands with her thumbs hooked in her belt, her face a stiff mask of fear and anger. Entering this room may have been the stupidest idea I've ever had, she ponders while the master of the house muses on their "success" and their fate.
"Perhaps, as a show of relative good faith, you could release your influence on our friend's thoughts before we impose any further on your hospitality..."
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After they were shown into the room, Mathilda looked happy and a little proud to have brought everyone, as asked. When Seb'riel speaks out of nowhere, her face falls. She's here? She was invisible? When nobody else looks confused, realisation sets in that she has been lied to by everyone. Quietly, she presses her lips together and sinks into one of the cushioned chairs. At least he does not seem to blame me for the deception...
When Kyne mentions the word "vampire", Mathilda jumps up as if stung. "A vampire? You're a vampire?! I..." She looks around at her friends, realising none of them seemed surprised. "But... you were so nice! How... how can you be a vampire?" The young girl's face is between shock and utter disappointment. After a moment, she seems to pull herself together. "So there are good vampires then? I didn't know! I thought they were all like this horrible woman who attacked us at the lake." She pauses and smiles bashfully at Lord Thrinderand. "I didn't realise someone like you could be a vampire." He called us 'remarkable'! Remarkable!
Looking between Kyne and Moltaris, she speaks up again, having drawn courage from the lord's praise: "He is very clearly not evil. And see, he paid us, he is a man of his word!" She glares at Kyne for a second. Even though he made his sister use magic to try and fool Lord Thrinderand. I don't want to draw any more attention to that, but that's definitely not the impression I wanted to make... She takes the wooden box and opens it. The comment about influencing someone's thoughts seems to have passed her by entirely.
Molly stares at Lord Thrinderand nonplussed, the kalashtar having little concern for the trumped-up titles of human and elven "nobility." She rubs the hideous, raw red scar of torn flesh at her throat and then winces as Mathilda reaches for the box, but it's too late to stop her...
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The young rogue opens the box and its metal content shines at the light of the fireplace. Inside there is a lot of platinum and gold coins. Perhaps more that it was first arranged with the Nose.
The man looks at them and ponders his response for a few moments.
" You ask me to free her " he says " as if I had a saying about that. She looks pretty free to myself. What do you ask for me as a proof of trust is as impossible to me as if I ask you not to be bold " he says looking at Kyne " or if I ask you not desire my True Death" he says looking at Moltaris " or to you not to be brave " he says looking to Lyreis " what if I ask you not to be a hunter? " he says to Hurosk. " You can't, it's in your nature, it defines who and what you are. My very nature is the cause of your mistrust... and for that I cannot do nothing. I let my actions to speak for me " he says "And listen to your friend. You accuse her to have her mind clouded and she is the only one who see things as they are. " he leans forward to get close to Mathilda, looking her in the eye " and you my sweet child. Do not listen to those who will say you that you must change, you are as precious as the most rare gems as you are. " he smiles to her, the very first sign of emotion he shows and looks at Mathilda for a few more seconds. Then he leans back again in his chair, and is like if a cloud obscured the sun.
"But let's talk about that woman. She is a danger as you all have learnt. I was hoping for her to lose interest in my city, but she is as stubborn as unpredictable. Attacking my people... she will pay for these.In due time. But you intrigue me. Tell me. What do you know of her? What is this that you say she has that you so fiery desire that you dare to consort the devil? "
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Hurosk leans over the shoulder of Mathilda and looks into the box. He gives a whistle of approval and looks up to the vampire. "Youre laying it on a little thick there, huh?" he says with a nod to the rogue. "Anyways, this wouldnt be the first time I've taken payment from a monster, if you'll pardon the term. Before we get into all that, how about you tell us what your plan is for this town? Was that drug tainting too much of your food supply?"
Kyne tilts his head in thought. Thrinderand is an interesting man, but he's also a challenge to take the measure of. On the one hand, he seems forthright. On the other, he's clearly manipulating Mathilda. Is it nature, as he claims, or design?
"If it is as you say, and you could not release her if you wanted to, then please share information with us in kind. I consort with the devil in the hope that he is more than people say. You know your own power. Tell us what we need to know to defeat your enemy."
Kyne eyes the contents of the box as he speaks. Its value is not lost on him.
"How has Morlainne attacked your people? In that respect, my motivations are not dissimilar to your own. She kidnapped my sister and tortured her. Seb'riel has gifts many wish to control for their own ends, and although she escaped, her life's work remains in Morlainne's hands within that tower. My sister wants back what's hers, and as for me, I want satisfaction. Revenge, if you want to be so crude, for daring to hurt that which I love."
For a moment Kyne's eyes flash like burning coals as his emotions flare, much like the flames that pulse within him when he fights. Then it fades, and he laughs it off with a typical cock-sure grin.
"Look at me, I haven't even introduced myself."
He stands and holds out an open hand to Lord Thrinderand, meeting his gaze as an equal.
"I am Lord Kyne Nauraethor Arodir of the Elentári House of Thandúil, and if your word is true, then I offer you my sword in alliance against the vampire Morlainne."
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"Kyne.... That was so amazing, I nearly wet myself," Molly drawls out of the corner of her mouth.
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I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Mathilda swiftly closes the box and stores it in her bag. "We can divide it later. Thank you, Lord Thrinderand, you are very generous." She attempts a slightly unsteady curtsy, bowing her head to try and hide the fact that she's blushing. Shooting Hurosk a hurt look, she decides to ignore his comment. He called me a gem, a gem! Hurosk must be jealous because he didn't get praised, that's all. When Kyne offers his allegiance, she straightens her back and proclaims: "I will do my best to help in any way I can!" At Molatris' jab, she chuckles quietly. Of course Kyne would try and talk to the lord on the same level, even though there is so clearly a world of difference between them. "We don't really know anything about her, but she attacked us and kept Kyne's sister prisoner. And she still has some book and Seb'riel needs it back."
There is a scoffing sound from the corner of the room that replaces the stifled chuckling at Moltaris' comment and Lord Thinderand can see a prominent scowl on Seb'riel's face.
"Some book? That 'book' is my detailed research that I have put together over a longer time than the lifespan of a human. She holds most of my belongings infact and I intend to get them back. Now to the point of the matter, she has been in your way for some time now, yet you have not moved against her which leads me to believe you lack either the strength, or the knowledge of her stronghold to do so, something we can help with in exchange for collection of the items I desire and safe passage out of this area when all is over. I suppose my brothers companions will also desire something petty like a share of her wealth. "
She adds the last part as something of an afterthought.
Lord Thrinderand listen to all the companions. He just nods graciously at Mathilda when she takes the box, as if he has said all that it has to said on that topic.
"And I am Lord Thrinderand " replies him to Kyne not standing and noding at him. He doesn't add more titles but his tone and pose make it unnecessary as if that title only is more than enough. Kyne is not sure about his nobility title but it's pretty clear that he consider himself way above him. He isn't be unrespectful about it, just assuming it as if it were the natural order of things. "And I gladly accept your sword in this endeavor."
"I see " he says when Seb voice talks about her conditions, but he doesn't reply to that yet.
"Let me give you a little piece of advice young one. Do not presume to know the strength of your rivals, that only would lead you to your demise. And how can you say that I haven't moved against her? I had you, didn't I?" he seems amused by this.
He turns to Kyne when he asks his first question.
"How did she attacked my people? You know how. She tried to drug them. And using her blood nontheless. Interesting move I must say, a bold one even. Fruitless in the end... " He stands and walks over the cristal wall that dominates the room, looking at it giving you his back. " This city is mine. Their citizens and their well beign my responsability. Even when they don't know it. They belong to me. If anyone attacks them, they attack me. " he turns to you and adds " And no one who dares to attack me surives."
He takes a pause and drinks from his cup, coming back to his seat.
"So you know where she is hiding? " he ask looking at Seb'riel "Have you been able to locate her?" he asks looking at Hurosk. " Please don't make us lose our time, I recognized the smell of your house as soon as you entered my city." he waits for the half-orc response and then continues " I think that you know you are no rival to her. Facing her, even for a creature as weak as she is, it would be suicidal for you. Tell me where she hides. Of cuorse you'll be... rewarded."
PbP Character: A few ;)