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Summer XXI

TL;DRRilith gets to NP, looking for lodgings and SB. Pardon my sophomoric internal monologue, I don't know what happened...

There was something about Arium, something that always drew her back here, and Rilith hated it, hated it more than anything else! Nearly every massive change within her young life had happened in this god forsaken province, including her birth, and she would have liked nothing better than to see the whole of the northern continent in flames at the hands of the Xet. Bah! Except maybe Vortex, but only because of Faust… and even then, she would not weep at the cities destruction.

Sigh.

But here she was, back again. Again and again! Was it R’sleen’s hands guiding her once more, as it had in Vers? Double bah! Rilith wasn’t even sure if she believed in the fated Platanar of fate, or more correctly, she was not sure if she appreciated the hands of the divine meddling in her mortal affairs!

Do you not? A tiny part of her spoke in the back of her mind.

Did she mind?

Celeb’rilith could not deny that things had changed greatly since she had stepped within the strange runic circle. A dark part of her had been torn away, and she had found herself… acting… nicely to people. No longer could she look upon the mortals of this plane as singular, worthless aspects of rubbish, easily tossed aside, easily disposed of, easily murdered, when you could see the lights of connections that tied them to other people. To break that connection without cause, as she had been so willing to do before under the guise of chaos was… wrong to her now? Could she even admit that? God damn it.

Sigh!

But not only that she had even begun see the ties that she had, and the strength of them. Faust, Tiyribi, their children, Shei, Sliucha, Noe, Éclair, and by all the gods in Aetheria and Aeternia, even god damned Kael.

Had she not said to Faust that she refused to turn into some dull-witted, vapid, idiotic aetherian? Was that happening? Who was she?

No. It wasn’t that she was becoming good, even Rilith knew her moral compass was skewed in the direction of her beloved, as benevolent as he was, and she was still driven by something chaotic and haphazard and dangerous, and that thing that drove her was something so much more concrete then the pretence of a presumed faith that Jorel had had in her. Love.

Love. Love. Love.

The Udran was driven by a faith and a love in a man that had proven to her time and time again that she was worth something to him, and he was no god. Yet Rilith would die and live and kill for him by his word alone. Her love for him was the greatest driving force that had ever existed in her mortal life. Her heart swelled at the thought of him, and a smile played on her lips where before a grimace had been. And perhaps in that moment of reassurance she could tolerate being in Arium of all places…

For it was Shei’yein who had sent her on this path, not R’sleen, not Oslyera, but Shei.

Find the Khazer-Druei he had commanded, and thanks to the eh… ability of the robotoic woman, Re, Rilith had in her mind what little information on these people that had been in, what had she called them, memory banks? Nexus Prime seemed to be the heart of where they had once flourished, and Rilith had little of anything else to go on.

And so she entered the city of Nexus Prime, at least initially in search of some lodgings for the coming darkening. Though how she was going to smoke out any of the Khazer-Druei if they were even here was going to be the interesting part… God damn, if only she could have tracked down Noe. Where does one send letters to murderous maids?

Regardless, Rilith entered the city dressed simply for travel; cream shirt and dark brown breeches and boots, a thin summer cloak of a pale blue-grey pulled up over her head to hide the shocking bright red hair. She was, of course, armed with her typical weapons, ardentium short sword on her hip and an unstrung bow with a quarrel of arrows gently swung over her shoulder. Nevertheless, she wasn't looking for a fight... yet... and she did not intend to draw any attention... yet, especially since the Thane of this city and her master knew her face reasonably well and Celeb’rilith was not in the mood for exchanging political ‘pleasantries’ with either party.

Vithing Arium,” she muttered under her breath as she passed beneath the city gates. “If I was a Khazer-Druei, where would I be?
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Celeb’rilith drew little attention from the guards of Nexus Prime, a cursory looking over that had more to do with ensuring that she hadn’t the audacity to wear black, red or purple within the city limits than any true care to inspect her Visa. Too many people and not enough time, and so the Crimson Tigers were far more focused upon checking the occasional wagon bearing goods or making life that little bit more difficult for those of ‘certain races’ with the audacity to enter the Capital of Arium.

A grim skyline; all murky clouds that threatened forthcoming rain in the evening that would very likely turn much of the coastal areas around Nexus Prime into little better than swampland. Wind that tugged and tore at Rilith’s cloak; forcing a periodic adjustment of the blue-grey material if she wished to keep her crimson hair from being revealed – and ending up quite mussed in the process.

When it came to finding somewhere for the eve; there was a few establishments that Rilith would learn either through wandering or questionings. The Longbeards Tavern, The Lingerer’s Inn and the Lily House being three such establishments if one discounted the obviously terrible establishments, the blatant whorehouses, or those areas of the city that bore a larger military presence such as the taverns where the Crimson Tigers’ had claimed as their own after hours establishment.

The distant figure of the Rainbow Towers loomed over Nexus Prime, but thus far, there was a distinct lacking of people around Celeb’rilith that appeared to be of the same inclination as Noe nor any that showed any stigma of having had a Soulstone merged into their very being as with a Khazer Druei.
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She sighed a soft sigh, sapphire eyes scanning the city as she walked. Maybe she should have brought Castellian with her… it wasn’t that she liked the fae, on the contrary, he was annoying, hyperactive, and by the gods, far too moralistic!, but this being alone business didn’t sit well with her… it made her feel… shadowy again.

Or maybe that was just being in Arium.

This province needed to burn.

Shudder.

But in the end the suns began to sink, and Rilith's belly growled a little. Longbeard’s Tavern didn’t exactly sit within the lifestyle she had become rather accustomed to in Ziel, but she wasn’t here to live lavishly. Then again, why wouldn’t one of the Khazer-Druei be hiding among the rich and noble? Maybe she was going about this all the wrong way. But then again, she saw how Noe lived… Snicker.

No time to second guess yourself now, Chancellor,” Rilith said quietly to herself, snorting with derisive laughter and pushing open the door to the Tavern.

Within the smoke hung thick, the stench of men and ale palpable. Her eyes quickly scanned the bar, eyeing the door by the kitchen, the tables, those that sat around them. She could not hide the crooked smile that painted on her pretty lips as she found an empty seat at an empty table, pulling her hood from her head so the mass of firey red curls fell around her narrow, alabaster face, while delicately and purposefully tucking a curl behind one slender and elongated ear.

As she sat she pushed the side of her cloak in order to flash her armaments. Rilith was the most beautiful thing within this hole, likely the most stunning creature to ever step within its bounds, and she wasn’t going to be mistaken for a lost and expensive whore.

Not that she wouldn’t mind schooling some horny scumbag if he made such a fatal mistake.

Crossing her legs and leaning back in her chair, she watched, she listened, and eyed those within. The chance of one of these being the Khazer-Druei were low, though perhaps luck would be with her on this darkening, nevertheless they were the type of people that may have heard rumours of one… and for now that was good enough.
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It had been one of those places, run down, ragged, the customers and the owner just as much as the tavern itself. It hadn't been very popular, people had avoided it save for a few regulars who didn't manage to keep the place afloat in the end. Most sailors avoided it, finding more pleasurable company in places like Shanghai Lil's and Leggy's. Like so many other unsuccessful businesses it had closed down. The regulars became regulars elsewhere, no one was really surprised.

As the story goes, new owners got their hands on it. They renovated the building, fixing it up and making the sturdy wooden building once more inhabitable. It had been a warehouse once and had slowly but surely moved away from the basic box architecture with bits and pieces added and altered as the tavern matured. Now it had been fitted with a new bar, round tables were set in the middle of the floor with a few wooden chairs slotted underneath each. Near the walls the chairs were replaced with more comfortable, and less likely to be used as weaponry, benches with padded backs and seats.

An unassuming door led out to the kitchen, where one might make a quick dash for freedom if the guards were to appear at the door. One of the shadier customers of this bar had chosen the seat closest to the kitchen door as his place of business. He was mildly infamous in Nexus Prime and known to those who knew the underworld merely as Jonas, he could procure items, no questions asked, no guarantees given. The human could usually be found either slotting back whisky or working over one of his deals with a customer.

The smoke filled common room had other tables too, one of the round tables, which were almost on the opposite end of the room from Jonas belonged to what one might call assassins. As a rule they were a rough bunch, a dorin with too many daggers sticking out of a pair of belts crisscrossing his torso. A Kemite in a white silk shirt with not a weapon on him, but the youthful demeanour hid a pair of eyes which quickly caught onto what was going on around him. A Vagaran sat across from them, a large battle axe strapped onto his back his braided hair swaying back and forth as he tried to explain why seals deserved everything they got. The final occupant was a Jagara who had no obvious weapons on her, though her hands rested well beneath the table. She was pretty enough, to her own kind at least, but her petite figure was marred by a scar running down from her shoulder exposing the pink scarred, flesh beneath her fur.

Guarding the door behind them was a rare sight in Nexus Prime, a large Saurid, a Tri-Anklios had its arms crossed and seemed content to stop anyone from entering the back room, possibly by smashing their brains into their boots. A small sign over the door read "Tajil Enterprises Inc."

Waitresses and whores were passed through the room in about equal numbers, some mistaken for one or the other, in the dim light of the tavern it was sometimes hard to tell for a voyaging sailor's hand after all, and given the right amount of crowns, the line between the two professions could sometimes be somewhat murky. A dwarf was placed behind the bar, doing his best to hide the placard which said "Free drinks for Employees of Marg Tajil!". He looked gruff, but his read beard shook and he gladly greeted regular customers and friends as they approached the bar and seemed only all too happy to strike up conversation on various topics.


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And so there was the Longbeard Tavern in all it’s decrepit glory as Celeb’rilith’s entry was accompanied by an assailing of the senses. Foul smoke that bore none of the finesse of her love’s cigarettes through to, the scent of spilt alcohol, and a rank combination of body odor, cheap perfume, and a hint of sex given the clientele that made use of the establishment. For all that there was a thin line between those that plied the whore trade, or the serving girls that merely dabbled, there was no mistaking Celeb’rilith as being in a separate category of her very own – left bereft of inadvertent and wandering hands and offers alike.

There was Jonas by the kitchen door currently having a chat with a reedy gentleman in a grey woolen cloak. A more cursory inspection revealed that the figure was a Nimalni Elf of middling Era’s and in a heated discussion with the procurer. A few tell-tale signs of time spent within the Imperial Guard, the boots and bucking of the belt were most certainly of the make worn by those of Prime Province.

The Tri-Anklios by the doorway that led to the back room was bored, ignoring anyone and everyone within the establishment unless they moved within arm reach. A harsh shove aside was given to any that strayed without invitation.

“So what’ll it be luv?” the question came from thin lips with a catty scrawl to the accent that marked the serving girl as having likely come from the Gut District of Port Alyxandrya. Too much rouge, a severe lacking in cheekbones and thin, pinched features of one that was in a need of a few solid meals and fewer hits of certain narcotics. Greasy brown hair pulled into a bun and a plain dress. “We’ve got Medonian Red, a shipment of Dark Ale from Centripax, and some Sacrum Mead. Anything else and you’re paying by the bottle Miss.”
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No smile touched Celeb’rilith’s lips, but she did her best to hide the flash of disgust that burned within her sapphire eyes. This was a good reminder as any as to why she hated the human race, in all their horrid and stinking glory. Rats, that is what they were, nothing but rats that infested every hell hole and poverty and disease infested crack of the Empire. Yet it would not do the Udran’beydir any good to make enemies here, and everyone knew that bar maids had ears as open and wide as their legs could be spread.

And this one looked like she’d gone enough rounds that she would have heard more than a few shreds of secrets.

And so Rilith slid more than double the cost of the taverns ‘best’ bottle of wine across the table to the maid, offering her a crooked smile. “The bottle of your best wine, if you may,” though Rilith doubted it would meet the standards she had come to expect at The Sanctuary. Lowering her voice she continued. “And the rest of it can be yours, if you would not mind divulging the issue the legionnaire there has with your boss,

Her sapphire eyes flicked towards the Nimalni with interest. It was not that she thought he would be any help in her current mission, and an elf burdened under obligation to the Empire was hardly worthy of being called an elf at all… but she had never really met one of the Island kind, and Rilith could not often contain her curiosity.
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There was a look of momentary surprise as Celeb’rilith slid across gold rather than the customary crowns or even silver pieces before deftly tucking it away and out of sight. “As Mi’Lady wishes.” The scrawling voice replied, suddenly injecting a measure of saccharine that might have affected the woman’s choice of words even if it didn’t help her voice one iota. Her gaze followed Rilith’s, looking all too pointedly where the Nimalni was conversing with Jonas – subtlety really not being the serving girl’s strong suite.

“Him? Jonas isn’t my Boss luv, Mi’Lady I be meanin’.” She decided with a wrinkled nose. “Talkin’ trouble en’ nonsense, some friend of the Elf’s called Vincent went missin’ and be wantin’ help finding him. Only Jonas don’t work for no Elf, no ‘ffence meant Mi’Lady but he ain’t got a liking to your folk.” She continued with a shrug of her shoulders that resulted in one of the straps of the dress to slip past the shoulder. Grubby hands automatically pulled it back up before curtsying to Celeb’rilith and making off to grab a bottle of wine.

It didn’t take long, a handful of minutes, and during which it was apparent that Jonas was no longer looking at the Nimalni as they talked but rather Celeb’rilith. The serving girl’s obvious look over towards the man having drawn his attention. And then there ws a bottle of red wine, the label removed, and a glass placed before Celeb’rilith. It was mostly clean, the inside anyway – the outside showed a number of grubby fingerprints along the stem of the wine glass still.

“Anything else you be wanting luv?”
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Rilith listened to the drawl of the wench, but her façade remained bored and unassuming. In truth she was bit bored. A missing friend… well that wasn’t interesting at all! Who didn’t go missing these days? And with a name like ‘Vincent’, sounded all too human for Celeb’rilith’s liking. Then again, the elf did appear to be a part of, or had once been a part of the Imperial Army. He would be the human loving kind.

Though she couldn’t judge too harshly… after all, her beloved seemed to have a rather unexplained fondness for the round-eared rats.

Sigh.

Rilith also took no offence that this Jonas did not like elves, but this knowledge and his lingering gaze made her slightly uncomfortable. Yet Rilith was not one to shy away from a challenge, especially one from a man such as this.

That will be all for now, thank you,” Rilith said dismissive, yet dulcet tones to the girl, her eyes turning and steadily meeting the scrutiny of the man. She did not look away, and though her sapphire gaze remained cold, a small smile touched her cherry lips as she moved to pour a glass of the red wine into her cup. She was no blushing maid in this instance, and her look was certainly not flirtatious or inviting, but it met his staring challenge, and she would not be the first to look away.
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“Fair ‘nuff, give a yoller if you’re wanting something Mi’Lady.” The serving girl responded, bobbing a lazy curtsy. As she made an escape, there was a fleeting impression of the woman taking a moment to check that the crowns Celeb’rilith had presented were indeed legitimate rather than one of the forgeries that plagued the coastal cities. A Freeport doubloon after all was next to useless, more pewter than anything of true value.

And then there was Jonas’ and his mild curiosity regarding Celeb’rilith’s questioning having drawn the man’s attention. Not that it lasted all too long as she met his gaze; an indifferent shrug of the shoulders and a flicker of distain that was rather on par with finding a Goblin working in a kitchen or a Mottera rummaging through one’s garbage in the middle of the night. Good old fashioned racism that had somehow managed to survive the reign of Milo L’Evienne the 1st’s regency.

“Seals have it coming!” the Vagaran suddenly shouted on the other side of the room; standing upright so quickly that his chair fell backwards and hit the ground. The northerner making sweeping gesture at the man he was speaking to that had the misfortune of knocking the drink out of the hand of the unarmed Kemite as he was wandering over to the regular table of choice. There it was, the tension in the air, that moment where a brawl was about to start and the whores and serving women were beginning to make themselves scarce.
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No matter how hard she tried, Celeb’rilith could not bring herself to be irritated by the man’s distain. In fact she hid a quiet laugh behind a delicate hand. Surely having such scum see her as less that dirt would enrage her, but it was like watching a child that had been dropped on its head a few too many times trying to walk and falling upon its face. It was just… funny. This Jonas would make a good pet.

Yet even as images of the man being taunted by Sliucha flooded into her mind, the shout of the Vagaran pushed the torturous fantasies from her thoughts. Blue eyes flashed in the direction of the potential brawl, as her deft hand wrapped gently around the bottle of wine and she stood from her seat.

Sigh.

What did she expect when walking into a place like this? Though she could have likely taken any of these men on and killed them deftly, if a stray chair decided to hit her in the back, her delicate body would shatter and that would be no fun. And so bottle in hand, delicate smile upon her lips, she approached Jonas and the Nimalni. This time her eyes did not even brush the human man, it was as if he did not exist, and the blue orbs of Rilith’s almond shaped eyes focussed squarely on the island elf.

So I hear you are in need of some assistance in regards to a missing comrade,” she said quickly. “Though others may be to cowardly to help you in your endeavour,” she did not pause, but the insult would have been clear. “Perhaps I can be of assistance. But since this place seems to be going to aeternia in a hand-basket, perhaps you would like to join me for this fine bottle of wine elsewhere to discuss the matter?

She raised a single auburn brow with a delicate shrug. Regardless of his words she wasn’t going to linger as this place turned into a death trap for an Udran’ beydir.
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“Eavesdropping. Elves. No class, and always so terrible for business.” Jonas muttered with a roll of his eyes as Celeb’rilith presented herself. The Nimalni glanced up at her with a bland expression that had a lot to do with the grim islander elf’s cultural upbringing than a deliberate intent towards rudeness, inquisitive and for a moment, there seemed to be recognition as if he’d seen Rilith before. Or at least, someone very similar in times long past, given family resemblances.

No, the Nimalni definitely recognized Celeb’rilith as he stared at her for a long moment before suddenly rising to his feet as the sounds of conflict escalating in the other side of the tavern rose.

“You look nothing at all like your Patriach, Thamion. Small blessings.” Khalonderial ‘Nightingale’ Tindomeral replied, one eye upon what looked to be the seal-hating Vagaran breaking a glass and making an attempt at providing a permanent ‘smile’ upon the Kemite’s face. “I fear I’m getting nowhere with this one, and so it would be my pleasure Arwen Thamion.” Nightingale replied with a ghost of a smile.

A gesture towards a quiet corner of the room that was positively well lit and without a hint of gloomy black cloaks or other such finery that could be found within the likes of the Crown Inn. This was Nexus Prime after all, and such attire required a permit.

“I trust Aramil is well since I saw him last?”
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The human was forgotten. Her sapphire eyes widened. Her lips formed a tiny ‘o’ in surprise. And for a fleeting moment, that for the Udran’ Beydir seemed to drag on for an eternity, she could do nothing but stare at the Nimalni in an unbidden look of shock and surprise.

And so she just nodded in assertion as he bade her to a corner far away from the ensuing brawl. Her feet felt leaden and heavy as she walked, her mind zooming and racing with thoughts so fast as she tried to recall if she had ever seen his face in her own memory. No. No she had not. She was sure of that. Or was she?

Rilith just sat then, placing the bottle of wine gently atop the table. Once more her sapphire eyes reached up, searching the face of the elf with a mix of confusion, and just the slightest touch of anger, mostly at herself for being caught so beautifully and terribly off guard.

Aramil is dead,” was her response then. Her words were flat and they did not linger with sadness, only finality. She had grieved for a decade, and had no more tears for the lost Lord of the Thamion. Yet it baffled her that someone could even ask her such a question about her grandfather… so few now seemed to even recall his name, even after all he had done for this god-forsaken Empire.

I apologise if this news is new to you, but as far as I am aware, my grandfather never stepped foot off Terramarique,” she eyed him then, as if there was a chance he knew something she did not. This elf spoke of Aramil as if he knew him well, and Celeb’rilith could not help but let a touch of accusation brush her words as she spoke.

You also have me at a disadvantage. For though you seem to know me, and the father of my mother, I do not believe we have met,"
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“Really?” Nightingale replied in evident confusion in turn, Celeb’rilith’s words throwing the Nimalni askew as he nestled in one of the seats after making a momentary adjustment with the elfin longsword sheathed by his aside. “That is…” the Elf continued, accidentally beginning to interrupt Rilith only to abruptly cut his words short so as to listen. But it was her words though that brought something of a smile – kind of – it looked almost as if genuine amusement was going to cause the Elf pain. A thin line of teeth and a crinkling at the corners of the eyes, and then gone.

Elsewhere in the room, things were still proving to be rather restless as the Kemite and Vagaran were going at it. So far none had disturbed the Katta, and nobody was fool enough to go near the Tri-anklios Bouncer that maintained a solid position near the doorway. Jonas? All too disinterested in the Elfin pair now that a business venture that the man hadn’t been inclined towards had made itself happily scarce.

A!, a side effect of Arium I fear. The Herald’s reporting can be rather lackluster at times – but no, your grandfather most certainly left Terramarique. Vincent, a pair of annoyances by the name Al’lende we set up as scapegoats, and myself ensured that. There was even a pitiful bounty placed upon their head.” A nod of his head towards the bottle of wine and a shrug of the shoulders at the mutual awareness being a rather one-side affair. “Your entire family line was to be evacuated to villages and towns that a Chelsey wouldn’t use as a chamberpot - what with the crime of being family to Lord Thamion being one that necessitated familiar disownment and Julos Versian’s increasing insanity. We were supposed to move a …Kai’lin? But she was already in Demios, so there wasn’t much point in relocating her.”
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He… left?!” Rilith could not hide the shock that resonated in her voice and spoke clear within her eyes. There was no lie here; she was legitimately and utterly stunned by the words of this elf. She began to shake her head, auburn curls falling round her face as she stared down at the table. She headed his words, but they did not make sense to her. Al’lende? Which Al’lendes? Had Elanara known of all of this, even when she had looked so sadly upon Celeb’rilith when speaking so heart-felt about his death! Had it been Iseril? Or Cassidy?

Which Al’lende?” the words hissed from her lips like fire. The Udran’ Beydir could not help the anger that began to boil within her gut. It seared deep and dark and caused her perfect alabaster cheeks to flush. Had they known and never spoken of it? Had they let her needlessly suffer?

I left Paxia soon after his arrest,” she said the words through gritted teeth. “And the estate in Paxia burned at the hands of the Orc during the time of first of the Narim attacks. I have not even been back except to see the burned out shell of a building, and had thought all had perished. I have no knowledge of what happened to my mother, or any of the Thamion name,” The way she spoke the words it was plain she did not much care either. The children of Aramil had all generally been bitter and nasty, with little love for one another or the man that had sired them. It had seeped into their children even from a young age, and Rilith had never felt love or companionship from any of them at all. Hate would not be too strong a word for her feelings towards the woman that had birthed her and her kin.

And yet Aramil had always been that figment of kindness. Celeb'rilith had always thought he would one day save her from the hopeless loneliness and neglect of Paxia. His death, or rather his supposed death, had ripped so very deeply into the core of her soul, that she had so easily given herself up into the dark and chaotic hands of Jorel's cult. Could he have been alive this whole time?

Are you… are you telling me that Aramil could be alive?

As the question left her lips her eyes lifted from the stained and pitted wood of the table, imploring the gaze of the Nimalni. After all this time, could it even be true? After hoping and darkness and failure and shadow and misery and grief and acceptance, could something so unfathomable be true?
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If Nightingale had any understanding of the turmoil his words had wrought, it didn’t show upon the Nimalni’s bland grey features as he waved over the same serving girl that had assisted Rilith earlier with a prompt to provide them a couple glasses. All the wasted effort in attempting to convince Jonas had proven to be exactly that, and leaving one with a parched throat for the Elf’s trouble.

“Forcibly removed, would be a better way of putting it. An insult to Julos Versian’s rule was too good an opportunity to pass up after what he did to the Legions in Prime.” Nightingale replied with a hint of satisfaction at some small measure of vengeance having been brought forth for the slights that the Human mage had wrought to his home Province. A decade or two past? Still a bitter grudge for the Elf. “There was also the hopes that the errant politician would have had enough money squirreled away to help fund Empress Audrey de Lylles war effects too of course.”

The Al’lende’s name brought a furrowed brow and a thoughtful look; breaking his attention away from Rilith the moment a couple glasses were offered. “Paxia, as good as Demios really. From that madman you were safe as the Legions could hope at the time, Orcs aside…” and really, who ever could have predicted that the Greenskins would think that there was anything of value within such a miserable second rate port?

Wine poured as Celeb’rilith talked, and Nightingale truly remained as clueless as ever in regards to how a few poorly chosen words could have such an effect upon one. “Unless Lord Thamion annoyed someone again, or old age finally caught up to the rascal, yes. A fake visa was supplied, but other than that, the salt mines certainly didn’t claim him as Julos intended. The Elf with wings, pretty little thing and the Half Elf that wouldn’t stop whining on the boat back, what was his name? Isareal? They should still be worth a pretty bounty if the new Empress honors the law.”

A wave of a hand, and a sip of the wine as reminiscing on the past was of less interest to the business he’d been trying to wrangle with Jonas. “You offered help, Arwen Thamion. I presume you know how to use that?” Nightingale gestured towards the short sword by Celeb’rilith’s side. “I need to find a friend of mine, of your grandfathers’ too I suppose. The Rainbow Tower took him to a place called the Farm.”
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The string of curses that left whispered from her lips at Iseril’s name could have made even the most seasoned of pirates blush. She could see his face even now, burned like a brand into her memory. He had fed off her misery even then, fed of her grief, her loneliness, revelling in the pleasure of letting his vysstichi, hayan ‘wife’ destroy and violate Rilith's perfect light-born body over and over again.

I should have killed him. Why did I not kill him?

The thoughts resonated and pounded in her mind with the heavy beating of her heart.

Yet there was nothing she could do. Even as the blood pounded in her ears, she realised with a sense of unbroken clarity that this information changed little. Aramil may be alive, and if he had had any intention of returning into public Empire life, surely he would have done so during the failing and mediocre Triumvirate. And though once Celeb’rilith may have been over joyed that her information of his death had been false, in truth such knowledge complicated her ambitions now. There was some grandness, some elite aspects to being known as the heiress and only living host to the legendary Thamion name… if he returned from the obscurity that he had fled, she would only be shadowed by his living legend and memory.

That would not do. Sigh.

And so with the exhalation of her breath, shock and anger began to fade. Rilith took a large gulp of the wine after pouring it into her cup if it had not already been filled, and looked at her male companion square in the face. It would do not good to be angry now.

I had offered to help earlier before I knew of your connection to my family, and knowing now what I do, there is little chance of me rescinding,” she could not bring herself to smile, but her voice had lost its bite of acid. “And yes, I know how to use them, and well,” she swirled her glass, continuing to search for the equilibrium in her mood so she could calm the feth down.

The Rainbow Towers have something to do with arcana, do they not? I must tell you I have little knowledge and no skill in such arts if you were hoping for such a thing… but mages bleed just as well as the rest of us when cut with a blade. This ‘Farm’, what exactly is it?
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