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Stillwater Keep
Eastern Cortosi Coast
"Did you know this used to be the home of Cortosi nobility."
"I didn't."
"Not many people do."
"..."
"..."
"Does that mean you're a Cortosi Noble?"
Warden Beocca smiled faintly as he leaned against the stone railing, his grayed hair fluttering in the sea breeze, black eyes staring listlessly out to the expanse of the sea before them. He seemed to think on this a moment, "I do not think the Cortosi would think so. Not anymore. The Anirians saw to that."
The man, if he could be called that, was something of a curiosity to Wren. A boon and perhaps a great waste of her time. Every day she spent here she learned something new, though there was a fair amount of doubt on whether or not what she was learning was of any use. Today she learned he was descended of Cortosi nobility.
At least, she thought that was the point he was trying to make. Therein lie the problem: Beocca didn't like to make points. He just liked to converse.
"Come inside, Wren," he said after a time, "it's raining."
"It isn't."
Merely moments after the keep swallowed his figure, the rain began. Wren sighed and followed after him.
Orobas had been quiet for some days which made her both suspicious and grateful for the silence. His presence had provided little in the way of help, though it did seem that he muted if not outright voided the pull between herself and Rainer. She now walked free of the man who brought her so much grief and madness, but Wren couldn't say she felt any better for it.
The Noct Yaegir brotherhood had provided much more for her than Rainer or her parasite ever did. She'd made herself a home of sorts in Stillwater Keep and elected to join on to the Yaegir if only to keep coin in her pocket, a roof over her head when necessary, and a steady list of bounties. Getting paid to eat wasn't so bad, but it wasn't getting her any closer to answers. The Warden Beocca was aware, partially, of her plight.
He knew what she was. What Rainer was. It was important to know when you employed monsters to hunt monsters - but he didn't know the half of it. Nor would he, even if he did continue to ask.
"I wonder if you have given my request any further thought?" and there it was.
"As I've told you before, Warden," Wren's eyes flashed virulent in the darkness of the halls. Beocca didn't keep them well lit unless the Keep was well-manned for he was completely blind and yet somehow managed to get around without fault. "The answer is no."
"Pity," Beocca replied, "I had hoped you would help me with my studies. The information gathered would be immensely useful to the Brotherhood."
"I'm here to help you slay monsters, not make more of them," Wren hissed after him.
"Make more?" Beocca echoed curiously, "Oh no. That is not my intention. I merely wish to study the effects of your blood on various others."
"...what do you mean?"
The Warden paused and she watched as a strange glow flared along the weird scars etched across his body. He was a frail man whose robes clung to him as though someone had hung them there to dry, yet Wren had never once been given the notion that he was weak or vulnerable. Her instincts still reeled at his presence from time to time given the fact that her senses could not tell her what he was. She wondered if this is what it was like to be someone within her own presence.
A simple human under the pall of her aura.
"Perhaps..." Beocca drew his hands together, fingertips forming a steeple in thought, "it is time I show you. You have proven yourself dedicated to the Brotherhood."
He fell silent in contemplation as he often did. A silence she found she did not mind for it usually preceded answers unlike the silence given to her by Rainer where only aggravation followed. It was refreshing to be given clear guidance by someone who truly seemed to know and understand that which they spoke. Still... why such mystery?
"Yes," the Warden nodded to himself, "yes. Come with me."
Rainer
Eastern Cortosi Coast
"Did you know this used to be the home of Cortosi nobility."
"I didn't."
"Not many people do."
"..."
"..."
"Does that mean you're a Cortosi Noble?"
Warden Beocca smiled faintly as he leaned against the stone railing, his grayed hair fluttering in the sea breeze, black eyes staring listlessly out to the expanse of the sea before them. He seemed to think on this a moment, "I do not think the Cortosi would think so. Not anymore. The Anirians saw to that."
The man, if he could be called that, was something of a curiosity to Wren. A boon and perhaps a great waste of her time. Every day she spent here she learned something new, though there was a fair amount of doubt on whether or not what she was learning was of any use. Today she learned he was descended of Cortosi nobility.
At least, she thought that was the point he was trying to make. Therein lie the problem: Beocca didn't like to make points. He just liked to converse.
"Come inside, Wren," he said after a time, "it's raining."
"It isn't."
Merely moments after the keep swallowed his figure, the rain began. Wren sighed and followed after him.
Orobas had been quiet for some days which made her both suspicious and grateful for the silence. His presence had provided little in the way of help, though it did seem that he muted if not outright voided the pull between herself and Rainer. She now walked free of the man who brought her so much grief and madness, but Wren couldn't say she felt any better for it.
The Noct Yaegir brotherhood had provided much more for her than Rainer or her parasite ever did. She'd made herself a home of sorts in Stillwater Keep and elected to join on to the Yaegir if only to keep coin in her pocket, a roof over her head when necessary, and a steady list of bounties. Getting paid to eat wasn't so bad, but it wasn't getting her any closer to answers. The Warden Beocca was aware, partially, of her plight.
He knew what she was. What Rainer was. It was important to know when you employed monsters to hunt monsters - but he didn't know the half of it. Nor would he, even if he did continue to ask.
"As I've told you before, Warden," Wren's eyes flashed virulent in the darkness of the halls. Beocca didn't keep them well lit unless the Keep was well-manned for he was completely blind and yet somehow managed to get around without fault. "The answer is no."
"Pity," Beocca replied, "I had hoped you would help me with my studies. The information gathered would be immensely useful to the Brotherhood."
"I'm here to help you slay monsters, not make more of them," Wren hissed after him.
"Make more?" Beocca echoed curiously, "Oh no. That is not my intention. I merely wish to study the effects of your blood on various others."
"...what do you mean?"
The Warden paused and she watched as a strange glow flared along the weird scars etched across his body. He was a frail man whose robes clung to him as though someone had hung them there to dry, yet Wren had never once been given the notion that he was weak or vulnerable. Her instincts still reeled at his presence from time to time given the fact that her senses could not tell her what he was. She wondered if this is what it was like to be someone within her own presence.
A simple human under the pall of her aura.
"Perhaps..." Beocca drew his hands together, fingertips forming a steeple in thought, "it is time I show you. You have proven yourself dedicated to the Brotherhood."
He fell silent in contemplation as he often did. A silence she found she did not mind for it usually preceded answers unlike the silence given to her by Rainer where only aggravation followed. It was refreshing to be given clear guidance by someone who truly seemed to know and understand that which they spoke. Still... why such mystery?
"Yes," the Warden nodded to himself, "yes. Come with me."
Rainer
