[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=SlateBlue][center]Faeril Ashkevron[/center][/color][color=FireBrick][center]Gen Saroth[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1] [hr] [center] [b][color=SlateBlue]Location:[/color][/b] Hayll - In the Street outside of the Drunken Unicorn Inn [b][color=SlateBlue]Snaketooth Counter:[/color][/b] 24 days left [/center] [center] [b][color=FireBrick]Location:[/color][/b] Forest [/center] Brushing his hands off Gen smirked at the door with something of a odd satisfaction. One wicked man locked in a special little 'chest' in Faeril's basement. Shield in Green so the poor bastard was truly stuck awaiting the judgement of a wicked Widow. Normally he wouldn't keep the idiots who rubbed him the wrong way and take the wrongdoer to the Queen. However, this one- Faeril would want to see him. Wasn't every day that someone was breaking and killing Kindred. The house= cabin really- held a lovely living room mixed with a dinning room and a closed off kitchen. Necessary to curb the raids of a gathered force of hungry Eyrien males during any gathering. Namely with the last name of Saroth. Luckily Gen was allowed in the kitchen. A set of matching bedrooms- the master bedroom sacrificed for Fae's work as a Healer of mind as well as body. Holding her needs to be therapist, mediator, Healer, or whatever she needed to be to give her patients the care they needed to recover in both respects. Gen poked his nose into that room as he passed, making sure everything was in place and she hadn't taken anything too worrisome. A full bathroom was wedged between the living and sleeping quarters, as well was a final room. The door firmly shut. Gen didn't bother to give it a second look. Settling back into a chair- a book cracked open and a mug of ale. The Warlord sighed happily- then swore as his earring flickered and a voice echoed. [color=SlateBlue]"Gen. Gen! GEN YOU FAITHLESS GIT!"[/color] The voice was irritated- enraged almost. Gen growled, and snarled back. Not bothering to leash his temper from his oldest friend. [color=FireBrick]"Dammit, Ashke. I [i]can[/i] hear you! What's got your wings tangled?"[/color] [color=SlateBlue]"Well I suppose I have a hand to deal with that should that happen."[/color] Faeril's voice echoed dryly back. [color=SlateBlue]"We're to attend a ball and get the [i]correct[/i] formal wear for it. By order of Heketah- Queen of Hya-"[/color] She paused as a warcry echoed back through her jewel fragment along with a demand to know what she did. [color=SlateBlue]"It's better you don't know."[/color] Gen rubbed his forehead. The book fallen to the floor and a drained mug of ale. Cursing the woman soundly he growled deep in his throat. It was a blessing he wasn't a Warlord Prince. She would test the patience of one of them to the breaking point. She [i]had[/i] in the past. Irritating woman. [color=FireBrick]"Where do I meet you when I get to Hyall and you better hope I don't mention this to my brothers."[/color] He smirked darkly, knowing full well he was going to mention it. Faeril knew as well as she swore and cursed him soundly. [color=SlateBlue]"Nosey Needle. Seems a decent place. And Gen if you tell your brothers, I'll-!"[/color] She growled as she curled her hands into fists. Her long time escort having severed the connection. He would come, and he would mention it to his brothers. This was exactly why she would never take a lover like those arrogant Saroth fools! Gen sighed and walked out of the cottage, circling about to peer into the now straw filled shed. The door open to the outside and fully stocked with a bad of grain, boxes of apples, carrots and oddly enough a vase of flower. Flower helped sick people- did it work the same for Kindred? He hadn't asked, not wanting to offend the mare. [color=FireBrick]"That bastard's locked up... If he does manage to get out- not that he should... Kick him between the legs and run down to the village. Anyone with the name Saroth, or looking like me will help you, Miss Summer. I hate leaving you alone like this but I've got to go collect a fool of a Healer."[/color] He rubbed the back of his neck, looking a tad bit indecisive as what to do or say. [color=FireBrick]"Probably be gone for the night. But we will be back as soon as we can. I'll promise you that, Ma'am."[/color] Nodding his head in agreement with this he began moving about and making sure the mare had everthing. Beforing going about his own tasks. Preparing for a sneak of a fight. He didn't trust what he had heard form Faeril. She wasn't one for parties. Not when there was work and never one in Hyall. [hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=Olive][center]Ravyn Ghosteye[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1] [hr] [center] [b][color=Olive]Location:[/color][/b] Hyall - Being dragged to an Inn [/center] Just as she thought she was free and in the clear to bolt off. Just when she thought she was three times lucky! Her arm was grabbed in a vice grip by the Glacien man. [color=FFEF94]"You're not about to run off with my coin."[/color] Her hand shot up to her hat, being sure it at least remained on her head. Perhaps she could play this off? Boys dared each other a lot. She might be able to use that to get him to let go. Opening her mouth to protest, she was cut off as his grip loosened and he took back his gold. The latter generally expected. However his words and offer of food made her blink in surprise. She stumbled for a minute when he turned away, essentially hauling her towards an inn even as he asked her name. Claiming he never caught it. [color=Olive]"I never gave it!"[/color] She protested, loosing her gruff voice to her higher pitch. Though with the thought of food, she didn't lag behind. Though she made sure she was slightly behind, it wouldn't seem to appear too eager. If he turned threatening she did have a knife in her boot and could use it. Though she hadn't taken a life- yet. It was only a matter of time and her illusions and quick feet kept her out of danger often enough. [color=Olive]"An' I'm a boy, don't go callin' me a girl."[/color] She grumbled, putting on a good show she thought of a indignant male. That sort was often indignant and it was a very funny thing to watch. Hoping to distract him from her actuality and the slight flush of her cheeks at his statement that she needed the coin more than he. She continued planning to pester him into obliviousness. [color=Olive]"'Sides, ye never gave yer name! An' ye just go chasin' after me! What was I to think? Big man wiv' a sword runnin' after me! Best get outta the way, aye! More'n that yer callin' me a girl an' all that!"[/color] Her tone of disgust wasn't feigned at him thinking her was a girl. [color=Olive]"'n me name's Crow."[/color] Ravyn lied, continuing that grumbling tone.