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[color=fff200][i]Temple of [s]Ayel[/s] Aelios[/i][/color]

The nobleman had felt a surge of satisfaction of seeing Valthyr get dragged off by Ivor. Now that was an uneducated, reeking, thickheaded and otherwise awful barbarian brute he could make some use of.

Perhaps with sufficient perfume, clothing and training perhaps even that lumbering oaf could become a servant, that was at least two stages above being a barbarian. The nobleman felt inclined to berate the overgrown barbarian for having him, a man of a clearly higher class even waste thoughts on him. But good servants, even good-for-nothing servants were hard to come by. That blonde girl whose twin image was related to some form of goat was another potential subject.

He did like that word. Subject. It made him feel royal. While he knew his family had no royal lineage in the last threehundred years, he was confident that he was descended from an old ancient royal line. How else would he have gotten the perfect jawline? Those articulate cheekbones and natural charm. Charm which made him a natural leader of those who were clearly unable to think for themselves. But he didn't want to attribute all his greatness to his charms alone, his intellect had no doubt played a great part too. In fact, if Flynn and his siblings would all die, then if Flynn has some child, goddess forbid not with that barbarian hag-witch, then a regent would have to be picked until said child would be old enough to make rational and wise decisions. Ayel momentarily forgot where he were as he mused in his own head that he was indeed not only the best choice, which he were. He was the perfect choice.


His precious, if not even blissful thoughts about himself was then interupted by Persephone.


[color=f49ac2][b]"What?"[/b][/color] He said aloud, trying to retrace what the woman had just said to him.

[color=f49ac2][b]"Lady? A barbarian cannot be a lady. Pfah! Poppycock. As for insults to her character, how could someone possibly blame me? There's a caravan load of things to make notice of that is obviously wrong."[/b][/color] He raised an arrogant eyebrow, and gave a smug smile, which gradually faded as Sya had began speaking her vile snake-speech, border-region gibberish!

The nobleman squinted as if he were trying to descipher some olden text or phrasing. What in the world was that cursed creature sprouting about his mother? She did mention proud aurelian bloodline. This creature?! The nobleman shook his head in clear disapproval. The pitiful creature were trying to elevate itself off the ground by trying to steal -his- people's right to bear that noble title. Aurelian. 

Lunaris on the other hand. It had to somehow be connected to the word lunatics. He was certain of it.

While he was once again pondering on a refined reprimand of the two ungrateful gibberish-speaking she-beasts, he realized he was all alone in the bath now. They had left. That or they were eluding his gaze. Like sneaky underhanded shadowy servants of the moon-bitch would. But were that even possible in Aelios holy place? Not on his watch! He stood up and looked up at the dark sky.

[color=f49ac2][b]"Victory! I drove the pests away from your domain! Hah hah! Aha! Hoho! Ohohoho!"[/b][/color] He laughed but then felt a chill as he realized he was still not wearing anything. But then again. He knew he always wore a mantle of victory, albeit unseen to the common people. He was warded from harm from Aelios herself, but the chill in the wind was a sign from her to sit down and embrace the heated water.

The nobleman nodded to himself, as there were none else present who deserved it. Like most other days. But he couldn't allow himself to be spoiled in Aelios warding water, he had to step out and help Flynn to clean up the town. He had to write a very strongly, but elegantly worded letter to him about the unsightliness that had befallen him in Aelios temple. A sign saying that barbarians were forbidden wouldn't work. They were too dumb to read. It had to be a painting. Perhaps he could use that lumbering bouncer of an ape as a good example how a barbarian looks like.

Perhaps he could speak with Eris about creating a solution to all their issues by spreading a barbarian plague in town. Give fate a gentle little push in the right direction. Then Flynn would have no choice but to separate the good people from the lousy, underhanded and filthy ape-folks! Goddess. He was brilliant. Like a star himself. Perhaps he could tell Eris as he would hand over his letter of permitting her to marry him, despite there being a clear distinguishing even between noble houses, these were dark troubled times that warranted compromisations. How he hated that word. Compromise. He felt a shiver up his spine. Perhaps it was just the cold wind, that wretched ice goddess with her mockery. 

He stood up again, determined about what he needed to do. But first he had to find some clothes. And he knew right where!

The nobleman moved in his exposed situation out from the bathing area and into the main hall. That male guardsman surely were still around somewhere. Nodding off as they were typically good-for-nothings anyways. He scoffed as he made his way towards Tia's chambers. That place would hold everything he needed. None around to spot him, none to judge him but Aelios herself. And she was clearly in favor of him. He was her chosen after all. He gave a tug at the door. Locked. Of course it was locked. It were to keep those ill-mannered idiots from strolling into the place looking for food or something to poke their noses with.

Thank the goddess he was no idiot. While the door was indeed locked, he realized that he had carried the key with him the entire time. Aelios light! It was the key.

Ayel discreetly moved his both hands down to the keyhole and handle, making sure not to touch it. Who knew who would have put their unclean paws on it before. He then made a few lousy attempts at coughing, he had to admit he was not a master at coughing, but this wasn't due to skill. But because caughing were for the sick and peasants in general. He tried his best to mask his magical attack at the keyhole and handle, blowing a hole through the door with his light magic.

He tightened his hands into fists shortly after, looking into the hole itself. Success!

[color=f49ac2][i]'You are brilliant Ayel. Aelios light is the key. Another test completed my dear consort. Huhu.'[/i][/color] He thought to himself as he moved the door open and looked around him quickly, then snuck inside. How hard would it be to find a priest attire in here?

The nobleman began to open the dressers and cabinets. He needed a robe, boots, pants, a corset… That blonde woman better had something his size!