The storm that filled the skies above Minrathous had been going on for the past few days, causing the sea that surrounded the island to rage and roar with a wraith that surpassed even the creatures that dwelled in it. But despite the monstrous weather the streets of the city were alive with the movement of it's people rushing past each others, most of which were elven slaves or servants sent out into the storm to run some task their masters couldn't bother with themselves with.
As the poor elves scurried past each other in the rain a hooded figure made it's way through the crowds with a unsettling ease, as if the chaos around it didn't faze it in the slightest. It smoothly navigated the crowd until it reached the gates to a large manor, the gates were engraved with the name Sanguina and two bronze dragon statues stood on both sides of the gate. At the front of the gates stood a large man cladded in a black armor, which had a bronze dragon crest on it's chest. The only indicator that there was someone beneath the armor were his cold steely eyes that peeked through the small slit of a opening in his helmet.
The armored man eyed the hooded figure that had approached him, placing one of his gauntlet covered hands on the hilt of his sword. "What be your business here?" He asked in a ruff tone that had no problem cutting over the sound of the rain. The figure slowly pulled back it's hood to reveal the face of a fairly young elven man with dark brown hair and a tattooed face. The elf offered the guard a smirk before he spoke in a tone that dripped with sarcasm. "I'm here for the lady of the manor of course." As the words left the elf's mouth one could practically hear the guard grind his teeth. The guard went to strike the elf with the back of his hand only to be stopped by the elf pulling out a letter that held the same crest that was on his own armor. "As I said shemlen I'm here for the lady." The elf said as the guard snatched the letter and quickly scanned it over. "Very well." The guard grumble and handed the elf back the letter before he opened the gates. As the elf passed, giving the guard a final smirk and wink, and headed towards the manor the guard grumbled to himself again. "Dirty knife ear..."
The elf made it into the manor and out of the rain as quickly as he could, though he was stopped by three more guards and had to go through the same process of pulling out the letter for each one, before he made it to the main hall of the manor, which was a beautifully decorated room with a marble floor and crystal chandler that floated in the air just below the ceiling with the aid of some form of magic. The hall was also decorated with portraits of various people, but if one was keen enough they could tell that they were all in fact members of the same family, with the largest of which was a mural of a fair skinned and dark haired woman with a string of red roses in her hair that was painted just above the grand stairwell.
The elf walked around the room for a moment, his bare feet clapping against the floor causing a echo in the empty hall, before a feminine yet stern voice rang behind him from the stairwell. "You are ruining my floors." It said before the elf turned to find the same dark haired woman from the mural slowly walking down the stairs. She wore a elegant emerald colored dress, a string of creamy pearls around his her neck, and her dark curls flowed down just above her breast. The elf offered the woman a slight smirk as he looked down at the trail of dirty footprints he left, which lead all the way back to the front door. "I'm so sorry my lady, as you know us savages aren't too use to cleaning." he said as he looked back up to the less than amused face of the woman. "You are not here for your wit Harel'san, remember that." She said in the same stern tone as before. The elf's, who was now known to be Harel'san, smirk did not waver though, he knew that if he let her see such a thing she would doubt his capability for this task and that would make all the work he had done for the past few months worthless. "I know my lady, just think of it as a bonus." He said as he ran a hand through his oak brown hair, trying to dry it out as much as possible. The woman had made it down the stairs and to a collection of chairs that were placed around a low standing table. She took a seat and stared at the elf until he followed suit. The woman then clapped her hands once which caused a young elven girl, who was no more than a child, to scurry up to the two with a tray that held a tea pot and cups. The young elven girl did not wait to pour and hand a cup to the lady. As the woman started to enjoy her tea, the young elven girl standing by and gawking slightly at the older elf, Harel'san leaned forward slightly. "What is it you want me to do Lady Vasilia." He asked only to be greated with a cold smile that played it's way across the magister's lips. "Now now Harel'san, we must wait for the others."
