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Akiza Sonshal
Tarzyn inclined his head and bowed out, his pallid, almost corpse-like skin glistening faintly with a sickly hue, and his milky eyes glinting with malicious amusement. He sauntered over to Afanas and with a slow, deliberate motion, he reached up—his long, bony fingers curling around the shoulder of the much taller man before him.
The height difference made the gesture almost surreal, like a goblin claiming dominion over a giant. Afanas tensed slightly, but said nothing. There was a chill in the air, not from the temperature, but from the unnatural aura that seemed to seep from the smaller figure’s very pores.
Tarzyn turned his back to Akiza and Jürgen. Afanas, for whatever reason, followed suit, shuffling towards the crowd, his steps matching Tarzyn's.
Tarzyn leaned in closer, lips curling into a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes, and a rasping chuckle ensued—low and slow, like the grinding of tombstones.
"Tell me, young one… is it true that your sire seeks to hew a kingdom from the savage heart of that forsaken wild—Malakath, was it? A most curious folly, if so..."
Afanas stared down at the half-bald vampire.
"That is indeed true, but I do not see what that has to do with this bargain of yours."
"Patience, child, patience... These withered lands weary me so. It is my fervent wish to quit this blighted continent and find solace where the air is less foul with time’s rot. Should you find it in your tender heart to whisper my name favorably to your noble father—ah, that venerable man—then I shall grant you full liberty with the faerie woman. Do with her as you will... I care not, so long as my passage is secured."
Afanas grunted, then sneered derisively.
"Exceedingly generous of you. To offer your cherished possession in exchange for mere words... Were I a shade more mistrustful, I'd suspect some darker intent behind such magnanimity."
Tarzyn inclined his head and bowed out, his pallid, almost corpse-like skin glistening faintly with a sickly hue, and his milky eyes glinting with malicious amusement. He sauntered over to Afanas and with a slow, deliberate motion, he reached up—his long, bony fingers curling around the shoulder of the much taller man before him.
The height difference made the gesture almost surreal, like a goblin claiming dominion over a giant. Afanas tensed slightly, but said nothing. There was a chill in the air, not from the temperature, but from the unnatural aura that seemed to seep from the smaller figure’s very pores.
Tarzyn turned his back to Akiza and Jürgen. Afanas, for whatever reason, followed suit, shuffling towards the crowd, his steps matching Tarzyn's.
Tarzyn leaned in closer, lips curling into a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes, and a rasping chuckle ensued—low and slow, like the grinding of tombstones.
"Tell me, young one… is it true that your sire seeks to hew a kingdom from the savage heart of that forsaken wild—Malakath, was it? A most curious folly, if so..."
Afanas stared down at the half-bald vampire.
"That is indeed true, but I do not see what that has to do with this bargain of yours."
"Patience, child, patience... These withered lands weary me so. It is my fervent wish to quit this blighted continent and find solace where the air is less foul with time’s rot. Should you find it in your tender heart to whisper my name favorably to your noble father—ah, that venerable man—then I shall grant you full liberty with the faerie woman. Do with her as you will... I care not, so long as my passage is secured."
Afanas grunted, then sneered derisively.
"Exceedingly generous of you. To offer your cherished possession in exchange for mere words... Were I a shade more mistrustful, I'd suspect some darker intent behind such magnanimity."