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Now that is interesting. For a time, Silas had gained much of Drederick's attention, but his eyes did drift away for a moment. It was subtle yet... As for him, there were any number of lies Drederick could conjure to combat the initiate's accusations, and any number of ways for him to...

In truth, the little one - Zinnia - was not entirely wrong. Drederick was indeed loyal. He was loyal to the old way of Vel Anir and the Dreadlords. He was loyal to the aspects of power that they once and always had embodied in simply being. He was loyal to the iron fist of strength that loomed...

Drederick's laugh was as ominous and intrusive as his own very self. It was full, and filled with a rather twisted sense of amusement. And then as quickly as it had burst forth it diminished, and after a long and humoured hum and started even closer toward them. He made no motions for his...

As the night crept over the Falwood and into the village, the sounds of the streets became quieter and the sounds of the tavern grew greater. As the sun drew down beneath the horizon, moonlight reached down past sparse cloud cover, replacing the bright yellows of the day with a pale night...

Drederick took a little while to look around and familiarize himself with Lysander's abode. It was much like he had expected it to be, simple and clean. It was probably Lysander spent very little time here to begin with, and beyond that what need did a Dreadlord have for possessions that had no...

"That does not surprise me, he was always such a pompous prick..." Drederick had always harboured a particular dislike for Proctor Novgorodoff. Drederick's opinion of him was one of those who cannot do, teach. There was plenty that he did do, though, and when it came to Novgorodoff, memories of...

Drederick considered the things Lysander had said, and weighed them against his character accordingly. He was not sure he agreed, but for the moment, he would only nod his head as though he did and finished his meal. Finished now, and with Lysander's desire to get going - he had superiors to...

Because of myself and others. Lysander was clearly proud of his involvement in the Revolution, and so Drederick would need to tread carefully in how he approached any discussion with him - at least until he really made up his own mind about the situation. For the time being, he remained quite...

"I was not aware you had a brother," Drederick replied, his attention seemingly half there. This was a part truth, as he was only momentarily distracted by some of the surround as they went to wherever it was Lysander was taking them. He noted as much as he could, most notable being the general...

Drederick was pleased with the timing, not being left to wait while Lysander dealt with some menial task - it seemed he was efficient enough at doing so quickly enough. Drederick handed him his meal and then looked back to the woman behind the counter. He didn't nod, he didn't do anything except...

Ventress was one of a particular formality, that he could clearly see. She was also one who was quite careful, that he could also clearly see. First he'd noticed how she watched her meal's preparation, and now he watched as she carefully surveyed for unwanted ears. He rather liked how careful...

He eyed her outstretched hand cautiously for a moment. He'd noted her interesting capabilities so far, and imagined them the tip of the iceberg. Still, it would do little good to come off too cautious, and besides... he noticed her hand was covered. Perhaps there was something to that? He could...

"Here," he said, and then entered. So Drederick followed. And, for some strange reason he was hardly surprised to see the familiar and nameless face of Ventress within, awaiting her meal. Upon entering and seeing here, he became still for a moment and studied her. He wasn't quite gauging her...

She trailed off. "I will be available if you need it." "Thank you," he said, inclining his head, "I'm sure we will speak again soon." Then, trying to do so in a way that didn't scream that he might stab her in the back the second she turned away, he smiled. “Drederick, you must be hungry.”...

Drederick had been hopeful that no other Dreadlords had decided to take up the parliamentary path, but he would unfortunately be disappointed. Nevertheless, he suspected very few if any of the others were aware of what arts he had become familiar with - and he doubted very much any others had...