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[h1][b][i][color=Gold]Rhys Asher[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/378688333867646976/422255485312565259/df0f62f8c2142e8ad9d0dec68836d9f6.png[/img][/center]
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[center][color=Gold]Location: Home[/color][/center]
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Rhys grimaced as the first signs of the Sickenesse hit him. He had been hoping by ill turn of luck he was immune to the disease. That he was not only furthered his resolved to find a cure. Pressing fingers to his head he looked at the witch with a surly glower. [color=Gold]"I'm still able."[/color] The rogue wizard growled. What was it with this thriced-cursed former lover of his? First she had his child, then that child had been taken from her, and now she was poking at him for catching the Sickenesse. He'd like to fair better. Fayard however distracted his mentor from taking a literal chunk from his unknown mother.

As the words of the Young Army left the young lad's lips, Rhys snorted in annoyance. [color=Gold]"Alive, and awake. Though I doubt you're alert or enthusiastic."[/color] Wiping the water from the lad's face, Rhys sighed and set it aside to be thrown out or dealt with later. It was foolish of him to take a apprentice, but he had been looking for someone he could mold and form. To get another set of hands, and those that were loyal only to him. That he had come across his own son was a twist form the Gods he did not appreciate. [color=Gold]"You were of the Young Army so I'll be blunt. Your mother's here, your father as well. Esmeralda. Apparently your..."[/color] His tone darkened with hatred and rage that echoed of the power Rhys wished to unleash on the dead man. [color=Gold]"Her brother [i]sold[/i] you to them without her knowledge. It's true. I checked."[/color] Rhys decided to see how he took this news before giving him the rest. That he was the boy's father. Perhaps he could bully the Meadows' patriarch to claim the boy in his stead if it went badly.

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[h1][b][i][color=Lavender]Skaoi Silverveil[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=Lavender]Location: Infirmity[/color][/center]
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Skaoi was a quiet woman, as timid as a mouse and just as plain. Or at least she saw herself that way. In quite a literal sense she was a living ghost. Ducking her head at Becky's words, the Physik gave a solemn nod. [color=Lavender]"As you say it."[/color] The Eastern Snow Plains native agreed softly. Her fingers clasping worriedly together. Fidgeting about each other. [color=Lavender]"Mistress Becky, you have had barely any sleep. Rest, I ask of you. A Physik can do more after a solid rest and we have worked ourselves hard."[/color] Skaoi did not bother to hide her honest worry over her companion as she gripped Becky's hand with her own. A wane smile coming to her lips. [color=Lavender]"I fell asleep upon my notes and ink, so I have had my own rest... Willing it or no."[/color] Skaoi admitted.

As the woman was ushered out of the infirmary, Skaoi breathed a sigh of relief. A bit of alone time did not hurt her and she had felt far more relaxed when the Prince Tristan had left. What would become of her if people found out her past? Undoubtedly it was common knowledge she was of blood to the Eastern Snow Plains. Her looks and mannerisms tells. Brewing herself a cup of calming tea, Skaoi sighed sadly. Would she have to leave? She didn't want to, after finding out she quiet enjoyed it here. Even if she was forever dodging men and royals. Speaking of Royals... Skaoi smiled softly at the thought. Perhaps Myrus would join her for a cup of tea? It would make her feel better to have him about. Perhaps she was a coward... No, she was certainly a coward, but the young Prince was kind and honest. A comfort. 

Plus it would be a good distraction from her constant viewing of notes, and perhaps his younger mind might note things she had missed. He was a clever lad after all. Summoning a Messenger Rat, Skaoi smiled in welcome to the small interesting creature. [color=Lavender]"Hello, would you mind delivering a message for me to Prince Myrus?"[/color] Blinking she felt heat rise to her cheeks, she had forgotten that little incantation. It wasn't as if she often used the Messenger Rats before, even now she rarely did. After all, what had she to say? [color=Lavender]"Speak Rattus Rattus."[/color] The woman sighed and poured herself the tea. [color=Lavender]"To Prince Myrus, from Skaoi Silverveil. Your Highness, would you care to join me for a cup of tea in the infirmary? Please forgive my boldness for asking? I would gladly come to you, but please forgive my inability to do as I cannot leave my patients unattended. Awaiting your reply, Physik Skaoi Silverveil. Oh, drat!"[/color] The woman set out the pot and dabbed at the slight spillage as she waved the rat off to deliver it's message. Even now her hands still shook. She disliked the worry that the past she had fled would come back to haunt her.

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[center][color=CadetBlue]Location: Aricie[/color][/center]
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Grimspound gave a slight chuckle as Ahote shifted uncomfortably under his stare, though he filed away the knowledge for later. Sometimes that meant the person was in denial, but either way it was not to press and accept he would have better luck as a woman if he wanted to bed the man. Which perhaps he would just to see what came of it. Those little thoughts of perverse amusements that took him from time to time. He was the sort who loved to liven up a tavern or crowd and bask in the enjoyment of a good time with good company. As Ahote questioned the Dryki man of his powers, Grimspound remained silent in thought as he joined Arnora and the man below deck. How best to describe it? If he wanted to reveal it at all that was. Sometimes the mystery of things gave him more leeway than most would think. Those thoughts however were paused as they spotted the problem. The boat was sinking.

A troublesome fact but not one that was overly so. He by all rights would be able to fix it, and was preparing to do just that when the one called Arnora acted. The water freezing at the exhalation of her breath and sealing the hole. Effective for the time being, but Grimspound winced slightly at the foolishness of it. The ice would ruin the bottom of the ship, warping wood as it melted. While he could fix that too- perhaps- he wasn't going to overreach with his powers to aid a Captain when he walking into a unknown and diseased city. A harsh, but true fact. Sometimes help was better when it was not given. As Arnora turned about and headed up towards the deck, Ahote questioning at her heels, the man let out a slight chuckle of amusement.

[color=CadetBlue]"You're full of questions, aren't you?"[/color] While the words could be offensive, the open and welcoming smile on Grimspound's face was far from offensive. Who was he to judge when he was the exact same way? A true shame that this Ahote was not more open with his... options. [color=CadetBlue]"Though he does poise a interesting point. Can you just freeze liquids or other things as well? My dear Ice Queen. I believe we will all need a stiff drink and good conversation at some inn in the near future."[/color] He grinned and gave a bow as Arnora exited onto the main deck. The good news with all this commotion, it appeared that Ahote had forgotten his question to Grimspound. Something that amused and gratified the man greatly. After all how was he suppose to explain that he was conceived under some curious circumstances? That he did not want to detail his mother's people out of his need to protect them.