[hr][hr][h2][b][i][color=Silver][center]Rathe Grey & [color=blue]Chiya![/color]
Location: Askavi, Skypass mountains, Fort Helios[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h2]
[hr][hr][center][h3]Interacting With: [@LadyRunic][/h3][/center]
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Rathe heard the man's words wash over him like a slow tide. Each time he spoke a droning came to Rathe's ears for this man had a perchance to beat around the bush and play his mind games. Something that Rathe thoroughly hated, Hell it was part of the reason he hated the courts and despited the royals of all kinds. Be they noble, king, queen, or anything. Their words were never to give you a straight answer and curb any chance of giving a straight truth. It wasn't like battle where you knew who your enemy was, it wasn't like intelligence where you learned what you could to deal with your foe. This was... like he wanted an answer to a question that was never asked.

Glowering down at him with his stern expression he squinted his eyes and bellowed in a low and grave tone of voice. [color=silver]"Wait. Let me get this straight."[/color] He began, his tone taking on an almost agitated state, [color=silver]"You came to my fort bearing a message. Refused to give me the message until we were in private. Then when I accommodated you to not only the confines of my fort, but the chance to meet in private to show my hospitality. Only to discover that you do not bear a message but want to know my allegiance on behalf of a party that I do not know, for reasons you refuse to tell me, and for motivations that you are acting not only shady, but conniving for."[/color] Ending his tirade with a growl and snarl, showing that he was getting increasingly agitated from Belor's actions and words.

Turning to face him head on and stepping close to tower over the smaller Eryian. His chest heaving with anger and fury. [color=silver]"I showed you hospitality, made accommodations to hear you out, and at the end of all things you spit in my face and show only distrust. All on behalf of somebody who you refuse to name."[/color] He snarled out, drawing up his spear and positioning it away from his chest. Less as a walking stick style and more to face his foe head on. [color=silver]"Let me give you teh chance to do your job right. You take my message to 'your widow.' Tell her that I will kill the next messenger she sends and will continue to do so until she shows her face. I have no time for petty games and veiled warnings. I have real problems to worry about without playing your games."[/color] He finished, taking a step back to tower over the smaller Eryian less.

Though he wasn't yet done. His grounds had been tread upon, his hospitality spit on, and now his patience tried. Three strikes and punishment must be had. [color=silver]"Before you lies a choice. Either give me a straight answer. Or I clip your wings and send you back home on foot."[/color] He snarled out once more, activating the power of his jewel to extend the length of his balde a full four extra feet with ebon-grey energy. [color=silver]"What is Dorothea planning and how does this involve me and my men at Helios?"[/color] Letting his question hang in the air and drift through Belor's ears, ensuring that he knew the consequences of lying, beating around the bush, or continuing to play this petty pronoun game. Intelligence needs answers, not riddles and games.