Addako Nachamek
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"You're absolutely sure that she's the one?"
Underhill was already a crowded place, holding a large contingency of the Winter Court in its population. Addako Nachamek had found that out quickly enough when he'd moved here from the Autumn. When you were tasked with finding one particular person out of that though, it tended to complicate things, especially when the person in question wasn't a high-ranking nobility or noted social butterfly. Hell, this "Diedra Rhawen" woman wasn't involved with Winter's 'game' in the slightest. So when the Cwn had finally spotted the platinum-haired beauty with the help of another young male, he'd almost not believed that she'd finally turned up.
The other fae nodded, holding his hand out expectantly. Addako rolled his eyes and passed the coin he'd promised for leading him to Rhawen. The young lady was making her way down the street, albeit quite slowly, taking her time to admire the light of the sky visible through the maw as if she were some child gazing up at the stars. What in Mab's name had she heard for him it to be brought to the attention of the High Inquisitor? Surely one of his lesser's could manage this one? Yet everyone who'd reported to him has shaken their head in defeat, claiming to be unable to get anything of value out of her.
Of course, Addako had advised them not to resort to force. There needed to be a... delicate touch to extracting information from commoners to the Queen. If Miss Rhawen told anybody the Queen's men were trying to pry into her private life, it wouldn't matter much in the long run, but it would reflect poorly upon him and his skills. No, it was time to do this on his own. Whatever the young duanann had heard, Addako would just have to put on the charm and pull it out of her.
So, brushing his hands against his clothes to rid them of any dust, and running his fingers through his own snow-white locks, Addako strolled out from the alley he watched from, eyes trained on the back of Diedra's head. The only thing he'd been able to find out about her was that she was an exemplary singer, who often found herself in ridiculous situations as a result of her own aloofness.
Well, Addako supposed she was about to find herself in another.
Nudging her shoulder as he passed, Nachamek quickly spun on his heel and reached out to her, gentle hands finding her arms and resting on her shoulders as if to steady her from what was really not a very solid hit. "Oh! I'm so sorry, Miss! I wasn't paying any attention, it seems. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
Diedra Rhawen
Underhill was already a crowded place, holding a large contingency of the Winter Court in its population. Addako Nachamek had found that out quickly enough when he'd moved here from the Autumn. When you were tasked with finding one particular person out of that though, it tended to complicate things, especially when the person in question wasn't a high-ranking nobility or noted social butterfly. Hell, this "Diedra Rhawen" woman wasn't involved with Winter's 'game' in the slightest. So when the Cwn had finally spotted the platinum-haired beauty with the help of another young male, he'd almost not believed that she'd finally turned up.
The other fae nodded, holding his hand out expectantly. Addako rolled his eyes and passed the coin he'd promised for leading him to Rhawen. The young lady was making her way down the street, albeit quite slowly, taking her time to admire the light of the sky visible through the maw as if she were some child gazing up at the stars. What in Mab's name had she heard for him it to be brought to the attention of the High Inquisitor? Surely one of his lesser's could manage this one? Yet everyone who'd reported to him has shaken their head in defeat, claiming to be unable to get anything of value out of her.
Of course, Addako had advised them not to resort to force. There needed to be a... delicate touch to extracting information from commoners to the Queen. If Miss Rhawen told anybody the Queen's men were trying to pry into her private life, it wouldn't matter much in the long run, but it would reflect poorly upon him and his skills. No, it was time to do this on his own. Whatever the young duanann had heard, Addako would just have to put on the charm and pull it out of her.
So, brushing his hands against his clothes to rid them of any dust, and running his fingers through his own snow-white locks, Addako strolled out from the alley he watched from, eyes trained on the back of Diedra's head. The only thing he'd been able to find out about her was that she was an exemplary singer, who often found herself in ridiculous situations as a result of her own aloofness.
Well, Addako supposed she was about to find herself in another.
Nudging her shoulder as he passed, Nachamek quickly spun on his heel and reached out to her, gentle hands finding her arms and resting on her shoulders as if to steady her from what was really not a very solid hit. "Oh! I'm so sorry, Miss! I wasn't paying any attention, it seems. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
Diedra Rhawen