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The nobleman's jaw dropped as he heard Ivor confess that he was indeed an ape. The noble.an's gaze momentarily went to the dark sky, as if asking Aelios... why?

[i]'This barbaric creature is so dumb, that he would mistake his own fleas as tiny little advisors. And his own flatuence as thunder. To call him human, or even remotely sub-human would be to insult the fleas using his lumbering mishapen form as a colony.' [/i]Ayel thought to himself as the clothing destroying ape from the north had saw it fit to introduce himself before Ayel himself had.

In normal cases back in Aurelia, he would have launched an entire campaign on ruining the life of anyone trying to outshine him. What was taking his damnable servant so long?! He needed clearly to be announced whenever entering a place so people of less importance would realize they were in the company of nobility. Soon to be divine nobility.

The nobleman instinctively reached for his neck to stroke his brochė that usually was neatly attached to his shirt. But he then came to the realization he was in a state of undress and unrest.

Ivor? Was that this ape's name? The nobleman mentally tried saying it. It felt dirty and he shook, trying to immediately forget the hulking figure's name.

And just when he was to verbally slaughter the unwitting barbarian, another awful voice was heard. Oh no. 

[i]'It's like when those overgrown male deers yell for their females. It bothers every other thing nearby.' [/i]He thought

[b]"Problem?! You are the problem!" [/b]Ayel pointed his finger accusingly at Valthyr. Why was this other overgrown oaf not in jail? Had they already used up what space they had with some minor criminal? These two were clearly a top priority for the future of Dawnhaven. 

A barbarian free Aurelian colony which would be governed by the two best friends that the kingdom of Aelios had ever seen, until the day when Flynn would be crowned king and conquer the barbarian lands and then because of gratitude, Ayel himself would be given the title of governor of Dawnhaven and the new Aurelian northern areas. Well...up until Aelios would elevate him as her consort that is.
But the ever realistic and perceptive nobleman was blinking as Ivor explained that he had mistaken his expensive limited edition attire for some kind of creature.

Was he blind?! Ayel frowned, he had seldom been so gravely insulted. That his carefully picked outfit would be mistaken by some good for nothing ape as a female of it's kind, or some such... it was unfathomable.

[i]'He's Lord Stormlight's sister with a beard! This is Jericho with fleas! Not even the prophecy saw this idiotic thing coming!'[/i]

Then he did mention that he was to appologize.

[i]'Little man?! Even maggots that feast on carrion would deem this barbarian's flesh unfit for consumption. But perhaps I can have some use for this miserable mishapen mammoth. Yes perhaps-' [/i]He was caught mid-thought as Ivor knelt before him.

[i]'The ape knows his place...' [/i]He felt an intense surge of satisfaction. Of his Aurelian superiority.

Then it happened. The hulking beast had wrapped a filthy fur thing around him.

He recoiled. Not of the smell, nor what it were. But surprise. How had Aelios allowed this singleminded thickheaded hairbrush gotten the better of him? Unforgivable!

[b]"Ahhhhhhh! What in Aelios holy fire are you doing?!" [/b]The nobleman screamed out loud his hands in a panic taking hold of the heavy furs, he felt disgusted. How many insects had made it their home? How many years had it been covered in barbarian sweat, snot and remnants of meals had long ago. Not only that it was made of pig. Wild pig! And pigs rolled in the dirt. Which made them definitely dirty. 

Never had he been in contact with something as foul, except when Nathaniel's older sister had stood close enough to him that he had accidently breathed in air she had exhaled from her wicked mouth.

The nobleman used all his physical strength to toss the fur towards Valthyr, before the nobleman threw himself into the formerly-private hotspring. He had to clean himself. He had to rid himself of any taint having tried to lay claim upon his holy vessel of a body.

He panickedly began to clean himself all over.  He had even momentarily put aside the fact that the old crone had now also shown up uninvited. Her mocking words landed on him as he was too busy ridding himself of the fur.

How dared they!

Ayel's noble eyes landed on Persephone now, momentarily putting aside his punishment to Ivor for his defilement. It was hard to look, the nobleman furrowed his noble brows. Naked?! Naked and -old-!

He shut his eyes hard. No no. He had to wipe that mental image from his mind. Qll the wrinkles. Imperfections. He felt lightheaded and then felt a surge of newfound resolve, he could not falter in Aelios very temple. He ooened his eyes and looked at Persephone again, trying to keep his eyes at her face. He felt abit of unwanted heat on his face. All that anger and the hot water had made his skin compromised. That was certainly it.

[b]"Your face is a scar on the land! This is a crone-free area! No witches are allowed!"[/b] Ayel motioned around him to form a circle.

She had introduced herself. And he had yet to have his name ring out. Two introductions before he did. Persephone? 

[b]"Purse-phony Coarse-Swine."[/b] Ayel said kn a spiteful manner. "How fitting for a -disgusting- and -old- hagbag! I am Marquess Ayel Raunefeldt, and I will not be spoken to by some pretender noble from ape-mountain!" The marquess pointed q finger accusingly at her and then he looked at Valthyr. [b]"Don't you have a goat to court?! Shoo! Go after that blonde goatgirl perhaps the prince can try you both for treason against decency!" [/b]Ayel yelled and shook his fist angrily, his teeth gritting then finally landing on Ivor. [b]"For your crimes against nobility, you shall serve me until your lifedebt is complete, for your first assignment..." [/b]Ayel held his tightened fist before his mouth, pretending to cough in case someone wasn't paying attention.

However this creature he was dealing with was likely as dumb as dumb could get. He had to try his best to make him understand.

[b]"You. Igor! You find priestess. Bring me her towel! Understood?! The little blonde one! Well?! Move it! I don't have all day, my time is precious! And stop staring and get away from my sight the rest of you unsightly creatures!" [/b]He snarled as he pulled his hair back, climbing up high enough so he could peek over the bath area down to the bigger more public one. Were that damn beast tamer there or more of them? Then he saw it. His eagle-eyed noble eyes saw the unmistakable snake creature. He knew it! That monster was behind it! Slithering conniving serpent! The man yelled down at her. [b]"Aha! I knew you had a hand in this! You will pay dearly for this!"[/b]