Shilard De Espstein
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(OOC: This takes place during the thread: Vintage Dwarven Wine)
"She's not going to be happy when she finds out."
"I'm afraid she already knows," Shilard sat under the shade near the small coffee shop ahead of him were the two Black Falcon operatives . The old Ambassador took a sip from his coffee his eyes gazing at the masked executioner hyping the crowd by exaggerating the twins crimes. Shilard snorted taking the small metal spoon and gently stirring the two creams and two sugars that in his coffee. While the two sweetened substances gave a pleasing aroma to the coffee, Shilard found it a little too hot for his taste, back home coffee was heated to a cooler temperature than in the Savannah. For whatever reason, denizens of the desert love to have their food and drink warm and most. Perhaps it was a reflection of their life in the desert? All Shilard knows is that he had better coffee back at home.
"I've spotted some Crows witnessing the fight," Shilard said taking a sip of Coffee. "They displayed some unusual behavior, specifically following me while I was looking through the archive hall. It was all but confirmed when my magical talisman began to vibrate."
The young mage raised his eyebrows in shock at Shilard's statement wiping the sweat from his brow. "Those crows were skinchanged," he moaned. "Well I'm going to expect an earful from Ava soon enough. Why did you interfere in the Black Falcon's affairs Shilard? We had a deal in place a month ago!"
"Bastille," Shilard's expression leaned forward on his chair his expression remained unchanged. "Traveling in the desert for a week must be exhausting," waving a hand for the servant to come. The old Elven woman lumbered over smiling at Shilard and Bastille who appeared flustered. "Please," he said nodding his head. "I have no need for drink."
"I insist," Shillard continued to sip on his cup. "Our guest will be arriving soon and I need you alert once we begin the negotiations."
"Here?!" Bastille looked around the humble Coffee shop. "I would think, the meeting will take place in a something more..... civilized."
"Bastille you're insulting the poor woman," Shilard shot the Elven woman a sympathetic glance. "I apologize for my friend here, he is young and not yet educated in the other cultures."
"Not the worst thing it's been called dearie," the Elven woman chuckled. "But this place been as old as me!"
"I'll just have water," Bastille placed his hands over his face as the woman bowed and reentered the shop. "I just want to converse in a place that's..... relaxed for both parties," Shilard said his eyes narrowing on the twins who had their necks broken the moment the executioner pulled the lever. The old man took a sip the moment the crowd roared. "I'll probably start low considering that Queen Vyx'aria hasn't bothered to come on her own."
"We're only to be allies with her," Bastille said. "She is to help us as we help her in her business."
"I haven't forgotten the objective," Shillard said. "We support the Queen in her fight and she'll be in our debt. Her sister should be arriving here soon."
Vic'ynrae Tor'Rahel
"She's not going to be happy when she finds out."
"I'm afraid she already knows," Shilard sat under the shade near the small coffee shop ahead of him were the two Black Falcon operatives . The old Ambassador took a sip from his coffee his eyes gazing at the masked executioner hyping the crowd by exaggerating the twins crimes. Shilard snorted taking the small metal spoon and gently stirring the two creams and two sugars that in his coffee. While the two sweetened substances gave a pleasing aroma to the coffee, Shilard found it a little too hot for his taste, back home coffee was heated to a cooler temperature than in the Savannah. For whatever reason, denizens of the desert love to have their food and drink warm and most. Perhaps it was a reflection of their life in the desert? All Shilard knows is that he had better coffee back at home.
"I've spotted some Crows witnessing the fight," Shilard said taking a sip of Coffee. "They displayed some unusual behavior, specifically following me while I was looking through the archive hall. It was all but confirmed when my magical talisman began to vibrate."
The young mage raised his eyebrows in shock at Shilard's statement wiping the sweat from his brow. "Those crows were skinchanged," he moaned. "Well I'm going to expect an earful from Ava soon enough. Why did you interfere in the Black Falcon's affairs Shilard? We had a deal in place a month ago!"
"Bastille," Shilard's expression leaned forward on his chair his expression remained unchanged. "Traveling in the desert for a week must be exhausting," waving a hand for the servant to come. The old Elven woman lumbered over smiling at Shilard and Bastille who appeared flustered. "Please," he said nodding his head. "I have no need for drink."
"I insist," Shillard continued to sip on his cup. "Our guest will be arriving soon and I need you alert once we begin the negotiations."
"Here?!" Bastille looked around the humble Coffee shop. "I would think, the meeting will take place in a something more..... civilized."
"Bastille you're insulting the poor woman," Shilard shot the Elven woman a sympathetic glance. "I apologize for my friend here, he is young and not yet educated in the other cultures."
"Not the worst thing it's been called dearie," the Elven woman chuckled. "But this place been as old as me!"
"I'll just have water," Bastille placed his hands over his face as the woman bowed and reentered the shop. "I just want to converse in a place that's..... relaxed for both parties," Shilard said his eyes narrowing on the twins who had their necks broken the moment the executioner pulled the lever. The old man took a sip the moment the crowd roared. "I'll probably start low considering that Queen Vyx'aria hasn't bothered to come on her own."
"We're only to be allies with her," Bastille said. "She is to help us as we help her in her business."
"I haven't forgotten the objective," Shillard said. "We support the Queen in her fight and she'll be in our debt. Her sister should be arriving here soon."
Vic'ynrae Tor'Rahel
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