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Kolvar avoided the gaze of the armed guards. He stayed quiet while the soldier would introduce himself. “My name is Kercheck. I was told to help with fetching a thought mage.” He really hoped no one could read his mind. If this was the case, he would have to keep his mind blank. While waiting he was tapping his clawed finger on a nearby table. The rhythm is an old Kriliteran slave song.
Walking with the guards along with the soldier. Keeping close to them. And felt quite anxious about who the inquisitor would be. He was quite impressed by the design of the exterior and interior of the building. Being particularly interested in the paintings that hung up on the wall of the inquisitor's office. He wondered if a Kriliteran had painted some of them. For a moment he stopped to squint and see if there was any sign of a Kriliteran who had painted these. There would be a very specific marking somewhere hidden in the painting. Of course, his train of thought was interrupted by the soldier touching his shoulder. “My apologies I was distracted by the craftsmanship of these paintings.” He followed the soldier without any further interruptions.
Stopping in the middle of the room, looking petrified seeing the S’tor standing in front of them. Kolvar’s clawed hands were shaking, he felt immense anger starting to build up. His face didn’t show it, but his body was showing visible signs of pure rage. He took a few deep breaths before speaking. “We need your services speaking to some foreigners that had recently arrived in Kanth-Aremek. They do not speak the common tongue, and we need to communicate with them to lower tensions. A group of glen folk arrived as soon as Castigato Nellara arrived. Do you know of House Silbermine? They claimed to be from that group, and wanted to claim the contents of the ship.” He tried to keep a level head while speaking to the S’tor.
Kolvar Stilmyst
Kolvar avoided the gaze of the armed guards. He stayed quiet while the soldier would introduce himself. “My name is Kercheck. I was told to help with fetching a thought mage.” He really hoped no one could read his mind. If this was the case, he would have to keep his mind blank. While waiting he was tapping his clawed finger on a nearby table. The rhythm is an old Kriliteran slave song.
Walking with the guards along with the soldier. Keeping close to them. And felt quite anxious about who the inquisitor would be. He was quite impressed by the design of the exterior and interior of the building. Being particularly interested in the paintings that hung up on the wall of the inquisitor's office. He wondered if a Kriliteran had painted some of them. For a moment he stopped to squint and see if there was any sign of a Kriliteran who had painted these. There would be a very specific marking somewhere hidden in the painting. Of course, his train of thought was interrupted by the soldier touching his shoulder. “My apologies I was distracted by the craftsmanship of these paintings.” He followed the soldier without any further interruptions.
Stopping in the middle of the room, looking petrified seeing the S’tor standing in front of them. Kolvar’s clawed hands were shaking, he felt immense anger starting to build up. His face didn’t show it, but his body was showing visible signs of pure rage. He took a few deep breaths before speaking. “We need your services speaking to some foreigners that had recently arrived in Kanth-Aremek. They do not speak the common tongue, and we need to communicate with them to lower tensions. A group of glen folk arrived as soon as Castigato Nellara arrived. Do you know of House Silbermine? They claimed to be from that group, and wanted to claim the contents of the ship.” He tried to keep a level head while speaking to the S’tor.
