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Srash’s gaze shifted to Vale’s outstretched hand. “Ho?” Srash uttered, “Not one for formalities?” In such a hierarchal system such as Vel Anir and the Dreadlords, it was common for those of high social status to act as they pleased with the lower. Yet formalities were always expected of those...

Srash indeed had a horse. A brown coated rouncey in good health. Once the stable boy handed over the reins of Vale’s horse, he would move on to ensure Srash’s horse was ready for departure. Soon after Vale had his moment with his horse, Srash arrived at the stable. He wore a typical...

As Sibylla spoke, Srash journeyed toward the door after setting his cup of tea upon the coffee table in front of a sofa. “You’re free to speak any objections,” Srash told Sibylla as he lifted his hand to the door just as the two Anirian Guards approached. “But it’s a little late for that,”...

Srash maintained a faint smile while the attendant took the request from Sibylla. And even after the attendant left and Sibylla asked her question. Though, he began to absolutely beam when Sibylla added the “my lord” at the end. “We’re inside the manor, so I’ll give you a passing grade,” Srash...

Srash grimaced upon hearing Sibylla’s answer. Still, Lady Akacia’s guards opened the gates to guide Sibylla and company into the estate. The courtyard beyond the gates was small – given that this was the middle of Vel Anir and a manor for a Great House’s vassal. A small gardened lined the...

After hearing Sibylla’s response and seeing her take command, Srash smiled and turned back to the Akacia manor gates. He took a big breath and began continued his walk straight to the guards standing by. Srash and his entourage were seen. It would be obvious that at least those surrounding...

“Hmm,” Srash began as he scratched his chin, “That’s a new one.” Then with a glance toward Sibylla and glanced at her black hair and icy blue eyes. Srash formed a cheesy smile and told her, “But that works perfectly now you’re here.” With just a few more steps, the gates of the Akacia manor...

“Hopefully, nothing but follow,” Srash sighed. In other words, expect a fight. They drew closer to the Akacia estate at Vel Anir. While Lady Akacia’s property was outside the city, she regularly stayed at this estate to host events and parties. Anyone with a nose for the life of nobility could...

“Eh~,” Srash uttered after Sibylla’s question, “I thought you’d just be glad in having a chance to swing your sword. Now you’re interested in noble houses and Vel Anir groups?!” A snicker followed. “The Cortosi campaigns have certainly changed you,” Srash teased Sibylla, “For the better, if...

“Follow,” Srash responded, still maintaining a smile, “And be ready for anything. Our host will aggressively reject our presence.” After saying that, Srash made a gesture to follow as he turned to begin walking to their destination. No word of getting Sibylla to get in a dress – yet. At least...

Some time after Zana asked a guard to get Srash… “Srash? First Level Srash?” Jayne said in response. Jayne and the other eight Dreadlord’s traveling with Zana sat around a little campfire they had made. They were boiling some water and making some simple tea. They had been chatting away –...

A small chuckled followed Sibylla’s reaction. No response? A shame, then. “This is no joke today, Sibylla,” Srash replied. The other guards standing at Srash’s side just looked around awkwardly. “Someone’s developed a rather unpleasant hobby,” Srash told Sibylla, “And is hosting a ball...

Srash pushed his glass away. He pulled a few pieces of coin out and a letter. Srash placed the coins on the countertop next to the drink he ordered. “I don’t recommend discussing this further here,” Srash told Jocelyn as he slid the letter toward her. Anything meant to be clandestine could be...

With Sibylla’s footsteps, Srash turned his head to look upon the approaching Knight Sergeant. A smile grew upon the Dreadlord’s face. “Sibylla, you’ve arrived,” he said aloud. No tricks to his image this time. His red hair and scars showed clearly in the light. His typical black, non-combat...

Another finger tap. A Great House patriarch grows senile. It is time for sharks to begin to swarm House Sirl. Talks of inheritance and succession. Talks of an arbitrary lord having an “unfortunate accident”. Talks of what to do with any remaining, unmarried children of Lord Sirl. “My lord...