Post by Kythin Steelfang on Dec 10, 2012 1:15:16 GMT -5
Summary: Summoned by the Cult Priest acting as his immediate Superior, Kythin presents himself to the man he refers to as a “Man of the Dark Cloth’. The meeting results in his being partnered with the haughty Arcanist Morgan Sirri. Presented with no alternative other than to take this woman as his partner, Kythin formulates a plan with which to test the Witch and settles on a seemingly moderate level task: Corrupt and Convert the minstrel, Girard “Requiem” Sirri to their cause. Morgan succeeds in acquiring the minstrel’s attention, a successful start to a slow process.
Morgan : There was nothing wrong with wanting power. Everything she did was working toward gaining power for herself, in a variety of ways. because power was the only way to survive in this world. It wasn't something she denied under any circumstances, and now was no exception, given Kythin's query. "Aren't we all?" The nonchalant non-answer was soon followed by a sidelong glance at the man walking at her side, a dark brow quirked slightly. "I doubt I would be here if I were not. Everything we do is geared toward progressing our place in this world. Some of us are just far less ashamed about it." And clearly, there was no shame to be found on her part.
Kythin : A good answer, thought the wrathful Kythin as he gave this sinister woman a glance over. She knew the true way of things, something far too many among the noble, law-abiding, and good-natured folks never cared to realize or admit. “Good... that'll make this all much easier.” Make what easier? Did it matter as long as it gained them both the power and position they craved? Kythin did not think so... least not enough to inform Morgan of exactly what he had in mind. lest she betray him to the Man of the Dark Cloth. While having this murmured conversation, he'd been leading them to the Inne the Obsidian Heart used as their headquarters and an active establishment. The path to the inne from the Greenlord Run, the artist’s district, took time to travel by foot. “Have to say... glad that they paired me with a lovely sort like yourself, people aren't quick to see those they think attractive as ready with a dagger for their backs.. " Kythin wasn't among their lot; he expected a blade in the back from her if she thought she could get away with it.
Morgan: Ghostly eyes narrowed upon him with a moderate amount of suspicion at that particular statement, although she realized he was unlikely to divulge the 'what' behind his words. That was fine. She'd find out eventually. Trust was impossible amongst people like them, but he'd have to let her in on his plans at some point. These thoughts were halted and slightly derailed by his words, and she was caught off guard enough to utter a soft laugh. "I am pleased to know my appearance plays no hindrance to your plans."Sarcasm? Maybe just a touch. Honestly, she was aware of her looks and how many found them attractive, and it was something she used to her advantage at times. Now was not one of them, of course, but the fact remained?
Kythin : “Now, now we'll only know that if you have a good dozen groveling sycophants begging for your attention.” Words spoken while armed with a grin, clearly there was some amusement taken in between her sarcasm and his response. “Hrm. “He gave a suddenly curious sound again, looking Morgan over again.” What'd you say your name was again.. Morgan..? “No doubt he was fishing for a surname out of her. What could the reason possibly be for it?
Morgan : Sycophants, groveling? The very prospect made her scoff. "Tenebrous forbid. I would sooner cast myself naked into a desert." She was hardly a shy, budding virgin, but she was very selective when it came to those she shared her time and attention with. The very thought of men crawling after her vying for her affections (nonexistent as they were) was enough to make her stomach roil. His fishing made her lips purse slightly, but he was bound to find out one day, so.. "Sirri." Might as well throw him a bone.
Kythin : “I’d rather like to see that.. I'll keep it in mind if we find ourselves at odds. “Had to keep something in mind as punishment if they did find themselves at odds. Kythin did find some agreement in her dislike of groveling sycophants. While every cult had them.. They were never the sort to gain any true power - physical or otherwise. A silver brow rose up in the wake of her reveal of that surname of hers. “Then Requiem won't be the only one of that line around. " No doubt she'd heard of a minstrel called Requiem's spreading reputation, especially here in the Kingdom of Sarkotos. “Congratulations, Morgan, guess you'll be working to under mind a relative while you're at it.”
Morgan : There was no response to that first bit.. some words were better kept to yourself. But what followed was a shock, and made enough of an impact to cause the fractional widening of her eyes. Indeed, she'd heard of this Requiem in her wanderings.. but the fact that they were apparently kin to her was startling. But shock was quick to become.. something dark, was the best way to describe it, and evident in the pursing of her lips into a thin line. "Excellent." She had no idea what this minstrel had to do with his plans.. but she didn't care. As long as she got to further her own plans.. the foremost of which was still vengeance for her family.
Kythin : The minstrel truly didn't matter in the schemes Kythin had plotted out his his mind. If the minstrel could be made use of as a means to control Morgan? Then he had surely discovered his means of keeping her reigned in. How clearly he'd read the surprise, the shock on her lovely features.. least before the dark expression took its place. Quite in spite of the chill of winter in the air, Kythin led them not to the inne's interior when they reached its grounds, but to an area obviously more often used for training. Not that he wanted to test her skills quite yet. “You sound awfully pleased to have family among the Obsidian Heart's numbers.”
Morgan : Was she going to let him in on her little personal mission where her estranged kin was concerned? Most certainly not. But she couldn't just leave the comment without a response. She mulled over adequate wording before finally speaking. "Let us just say.. that I have a bit of business with my kin. The opportunity to possibly resolve some of it is.. satisfying." She glanced briefly toward the inne as they bypassed it, then turned her gaze on the apparent training area with a mildly curious gleam to her eyes.
Morgan : Why were they there? It was of little consequence, and the chill in the air didn't bother her much at all.. despite the skin bared by her uniquely tailored robes, the fabric itself kept her quite warm.
Kythin : " Then my request should not overly bother you. " A hand rose up, motioning over the tell-tale signs of nature magic and if one was sensitive to it, noctumancy, shadow magic. While Kythin possessed no sensitivity to it, what the Wrathful Man did have was eyes with which to watch. “Bring your kin under our sway. " It was not a necessity, but why ignore the opportunity to sway a noctumancer to Tenebrous's banner? " I'm sure you will enjoy yourself in the process. "
Morgan : Ahh.. magic. It was all around them. She breathed deeply of it, as though it were some delicious aroma, and felt the tingle of energy suffuse her pale form with a palpable heat, enough to bring a slight flush to her cheeks. If he meant to disarm her, there was no success; the energetic miasma only bolstered her confidence, a heady feeling. A brow quirked at his words, and she fixed her eyes on him. "You wish me to lure this... this minstrel into our service?" She was mildly bewildered as to why he would want the minstrel, even if he was her kin, however distantly.. or not-so-distantly, as the case may be. She wasn't just some brainless lacky to do as she was told with no questions.
Kythin : " Do you not sense the lingering tinge of darkness here? As if Tenebrous himself had slammed down his mighty fist.. " Kythin would sway her her to action.. it was the only course. " That is the power of your kin.. " And if the rumors spurred on by the minstrel's reputation were true.. he was capable of so much more than merely noctumancy. " Do not take my word as gold of course.. why don't you see for yourself? Like others of the Obsidian Heart, he stays in a room in this inne. “Truthfully even if she had not turned out to be kin to the minstrel, Kythin still would have presented this oppurtunity to Morgan all the same.
Morgan : "Of course I do." How could she not feel the power of their dark lord around them, minute traces or not? What was unexpected was the revelation that this was the work of her supposed kin, the minstrel. She was.. intrigued, if not convinced. "..Very well. I will put my attention to the matter." Hands gathered her robes and swept the loose folds about her torso, covering a bit of that pale skin. "What can you tell me of him?" It wouldn't do to go into the matter completely uninformed.. although she would, if she must.
Kythin: It did appear that Kythin succeeded in getting his hooks into her, if only by a minute degree. How well she could perform in this task, he could not say.. truth be told.. he did not expect her to succeed in the task handed down to her. “You will find Requiem a complacent, charismatic man.. quite talented in the arts expected of a minstrel. Of late.. he's taken interests in a young, blonde and quite sightless woman. “Neither had Kythin been able to integrate himself alongside.. solely due to a certain Gypsy woman that enjoyed agitating him.. a distraction that he truly could not wait to be rid of.. by luring her like he told Morgan to do to the minstrel.. or simply removing her as an issue.
Morgan: "Hm." The information about the blonde girl might be useful at some point, but for now it was filed away. Knowing about the minstrel's character was certainly helpful. Thus, Kythin was given a nod. "My thanks." She would begin on the endeavor of wooing this minstrel, at least in the sense of bringing him under their control. She actually looked forward to it.. although she was also curious about this supposed relative. She itched to know how they were kin.. and how she could use that to her advantage. The thought drew a dark half-smirk to her lips.
Kythin: She did not make it a difficult matter to surmise that there would be some measure of enjoyment in swaying Requiem to their cause. How nice of her to have some fun out of her work. “Unless the minstrel has wandered off to the Greenlord Run, you will find him inside. " Motioning to the inne. “Whether he's awake or even within I cannot say, being called to meet you has made knowing his whereabouts a bit more difficult. " Not by much.. all one really needed to do was go inside or bide their time until they found him arriving or leaving.
Morgan: "I believe I will venture inside and see whatever there is to be seen." A decisive nod accompanied the words, and she absently released her grip on the folds of her robes, allowing the dark fabric to rustle around her form. "How shall I find you when needed? Or shall I just expect you to appear mysteriously." She began making her way toward the door, although she did cast him a vaguely amused look as she went. She suspected this was going to be an.. interesting partnership. Oh, the joys of divine whimsy..
Kythin: “Easy enough, Morgan, if you need me within the next few hours... I will be training here. “This made most of the problem of finding him a moot point.” Try not to scare off Requiem.. "
Girard : The minstrel called Requiem could indeed be found within the Inne. Specifically at a table of his own involving finishing off the last bite of his meal. What this left the minstrel with was but a table to him alone and a mug partially filled with cider remaining from his meal. A quick glance told plenty. He was a pale man, his hair just as dark as her own.. while clad in much simpler clothing..a tunic, pants and a simple wool coat over the tunic for warmth.. while a cloak covered the back of the chair he was seated on.
Morgan: With a departing wave to Kythin, Morgan made her way inside the inne, ignoring any looks sent her way as cool eyes surveyed the common room's occupants from within the shadows of her hood. It wasn't hard to spot him; there was a vague similarity in the composition of their features, after all. She pushed her hood back slightly, and turned to the bar to order a drink, keeping a close eye on him from her peripheral vision.
Girard: She'd not find anything all that special at first glance, just a man like any other.. certainly one possessing features familiar to her family line. A patron passing him by, casting a shadow over his face brought the first sign that there was much more to him than at first sight. Under the darkness of that passing shadow.. his eyes proved incandascent.. glowing a sickly green hue.. only to fade when direct light was once more upon him. All the minstrel did save finish his cider was put up a lute he had set beside him.. inevitably playing a short tune with the instrument. It did not seem done to earn coin, no true effort exercised .. only something to focus his mind in that moment. There did not appear to be any sign of a blonde woman near him.
Morgan: With a cup of mulled wine in hand, she decided it was high time she have a little talk with this supposed kinsman of hers. Weaving her way through tables with an innate serpentine grace, she found herself standing at his table, looking down at him as she caught a snippet of his music. "Might I join you, sir? Tis been many moons since I had the pleasure of music to grace my ears." Her lips curled into a smile, her voice soft and sweet. She could play up the attractive aspect when she needed to.
Girard: “Certainly. " Rarely one to pass up the chance to play for an appreciative audience, Girard could not but accept the offered company. The fact it was a beautiful woman asking to join made it a much easier sell. The minstrel enjoyed the company of attractive people, and Evangeline was not at his side now.. leaving him as a loss at what to keep his inattentive mind focused on for the time being. “Was there a specific song you wished to hear?”
Morgan: Her smile widened at his acceptance of her presence, and she slid into a chair at his table, setting her cup down. "My thanks." Hands rose, pushing her hood back to reveal that shining ebony hair, bound in its loose braid. Then thin fingers curled around her cup, savoring the warmth of the wine, as her head shook slightly. "No.. I have always thought it a bit rude, to ask musicians to play a certain song. What if they do not like that song, or would prefer to play another? Do not artists perform their best when they are enjoying the music?" She was nearly coy, her eyes gleaming as she lifted her cup and sipped at the wine, gazing at him over the vessel's rim.
Girard: It was an awfully contrived reason not to ask for a specific song. What did it matter if he did not care for the song she chose himself? If she was going to tip for a song then it was not wholly up to him. “Very well, milady.. Perhaps this song will find your favor. " And then he began to play.. " Day to night, dark to light, Fall the sands of time. Let the years like the gears of a clock unwind. “Personally he had always enjoyed this song, one he clearly remembered his mother singing to him as a child. Why share it now? Who could truly say. “In your mind walk through time. Back to better days. Memories, like a dream, Wash tears away. " ... " Like a star in the sky, Darkness can't reach you. Light the night, joy is light, till the new dawn. " .. " Cast away your old face let go your spite, With this mask I'll ask to borrow your light. “Pursuing the selection of a song and simply falling into playing it with the aid of his lute's lovely additions could only prove enjoyable to him and stave away the acknowledgement of an audience he knew enjoyed his melodies. " I suppose you've made a reasonable argument. "
Morgan: Hiding her surprise came easily, although her smile felt frozen on her face, and her fingers gripped her cup tightly, the skin pulling tight across her knuckles. She hadn't expected to hear that song.. one her lady mother had sung to her in her youth, before her tutelage of things dark and wicked had begun. "An excellent choice, sir minstrel. You are the one they call the Requiem, are you not?" Her cup was raised for another sip. "Your reputation is well-deserved, it seems."
Girard: Sometimes a minstrel could surprise his audience by way of the songs in his repertoire. Occasionally the reactions were positive, other times negative when it showed him to have traveled through lands with enmity to their own. It was at the query of if he was a particular minstrel.. by the 'title' of Requiem, a dark brow rose up in curious fashion. “I could be he, depending on what it is you seek. " When she chose to mention his reputation, well.. Girard just acquired a small grin and shook his head. “Really is spreading isn't it. Who would have thought playing the part of an adventurer would be exactly what my career required of me. "
Morgan: Wine was idly swirled within its glass, and she relaxed a bit in her chair, casting him a smile that was nearly coy. "What I seek? Well, I am not normally so forward on a first meeting, but.." She shifted slightly, leaning toward him as eyes peered upward through a thick fringe of ebon lashes, verging on flirtatious. "..as one adventurer to another, might you be open to a.. proposition?" He proclaimed himself an adventurer.. perhaps that was the way to win him over to their side. But she would have to play this very carefully..
Girard: The choice of words truly was everything when the man you dealt with put them to use in verse.. And occasionally spell. The first compilation of words led to a bit of curiosity, the second batch.. despite the flirtatious quality to it found him leaning back against his chair. " And what is this proposition of yours? " Wise enough to keep some things unsaid, he couldn't help but wonder if she was one of the Brothel Worker from the Greenlord Run trying to operate independently.
Morgan: Had she been aware of his thoughts, she might've laughed.. or been offended. There was no telling. As it was, she leaned back slightly, and her smile dimmed to a soft curl of lips as those eyes sharpened a fraction. "My associate and I are in need of someone with your rumored talents to undertake a rather important endeavor. I am not at liberty to disclose any great details, but I can assure you that the rewards would be many and lucrative." So maybe she was fudging on the truth a bit, but at least she was putting some real effort into it.
Girard: Odds were she'd be offended, lucky for them both Girard knew when to keep his mouth shut despite his easily distracted nature. His gaze drifted off while the woman was speaking of the offer she wished to convey to him. Catching only the mention that there would be no details and the assurance the job was lucrative. “Afraid I'll have to ask for some details, last time I took a deal without knowing the details I had a nobleman angry that I refused to destroy some poor old woman's deed to a building she used as an orphanage..not going through that again. " Course he'd been lucky to get out of that situation by way of the Priest on the opposite side of the endeavor..and threw his lot in with that Holy Man. " I'll tell you what.. take me to your associate and I'll listen to the details but I'll not be giving as promises. "
Morgan: Some might've been annoyed at the lack of trust. She just seemed.. amused. "Very smart." Clearly, she approved. Only an idiot would jump into an offer like this without any questions. Perhaps Kythin was right in wanting to bring this man to their cause. She seemed to ponder his words for a moment, and then nodded hesitantly. "That is reasonable. If you would please come with me?" Her wine was left forgotten on the table as she stood, pulling her hood up over her head before gliding toward the door.
Girard: No one ever accused Girard of being stupid, unless that was what they meant by using the incorrect term of Jester? Could be they had then! At Morgan's compliment, he rolled his shoulders. When she acknowledged his request as reasonable and go up to glide off doorward, he watched her for a moment. A pity he enjoyed the company of the attractive, or this would be much more worrisome for the minstrel. Up to his feet went Girard, that lute of his left where it was..knowing Maria not likely to let someone walk off with it. No doubt his getting up and following her to the door was all the answer she needed. While he shifted his foot a little..just to be certain he'd not forgotten to strap his twin jeweled daggers to his ankles. How easy he could forget those were there!
Kythin: Outside the Inne Kythin remained, occupying space in the sparring ring that could be found there. The Wrathful Dragon, as he liked to think of himself, cast his steel-gray gaze off to the establishment now and then to see if Morgan would be joining him in failure , as he expected, or not.
Morgan: Surely the pale-haired man would be pleasantly surprised to see the willowy female emerging from the inne, being followed by the very man they sought to make use of. With her face half-obscured by the shadows of her hood, Kythin was cast a small, satisfied smirk as she walked to his side, tucking her hands into the furry pouch hanging from the front of her robes before turning to face Girard with features again carefully schooled to neutrality. "Sir Requiem, meet my associate." Now the fun would begin.
Girard: Surely none were more surprised than Girard, who broke out in a bout of stifled laughter upon the realization that Morgan was leading him to Kythin of all people! " Really.. the Squire who Argues-with-Gypsies? “Now that was well worth the laughter in his mind! Didn't seem he'd be needed those daggers after all, he'd seen Kythin during one of his training sessions.. the man could barely keep up with the Gypsy! The boy didn't have any hope against strategy with that brute force approach.
Kythin: Kythin did not alone for his surprise to reach his eyes. His partner passed the test to get the minstrel interested at the very least it would seem. She'd very well prove useful .. if not she could just look pretty while he did all the work. “Yes, laugh it up minstrel..” Probably not the best of ideas for Requiem to keep up long as he and not the minstrel was the one with a blade in hand. " It seems you've succeded in catching his attention Morgan.. I hope you didn't promise anything you couldn't deliever. "
Morgan: The.. squire who argues with gypsies? Morgan couldn't help but arch a brow at that, although she said nothing. She figured this was Kythin's show, she'd let him handle it, for the most part, unless her input was required. Which is why she scoffed a bit at his comment. "Of course not. Do you really think me so unprofessional?" Honestly though, she was.. amused! This was such an interesting situation, and she was most curious to see how it was going to turn out. "But fortunately for us, Sir Requiem is interested in learning about the details of our undertaking. No promises made on his end, of course." That last bit said with a bit of a wry twist to her lips.
Kythin: Taking some form of amusement out of this wasn't she, mentally grumbled Kythin, who found himself with the minstrel to deal with in this instance. What better method of drawing the man in than a truth.. “We represent a religious order here in Sarkotos, dedicated to Shadow and Death.” A subject he knew quite a good deal of the subject of deities..and this included Kanesh. A faithfiul of whom he was not about posing as. “The word about you has brought you to our leaders' attention. If you have the interest..perhaps we can find cause to work together. Even should you not wish to be one of the Faithful. "
Girard: Okay..Girard did not expect this turn of events, though given the appearance and dress of Morgan it did begin to make a little more sense in his mind. Faithful solely to Kanesh perhaps? Neither of them struck him as the priestly type.. though Morgan certainly could have been without his immediately realization. What did he know of the priesthood of a faith he knew nothing about but what the peasants knew? " I might be interested.. " Least in the lore and magics the faithful tended to have gathered up as it pertained to their deity of choice.
Morgan: An intriguing tactic, and one Morgan wasn't expecting, but she could certainly work with it. Regrettably, she knew so little about what exactly Kythin's quest was, she couldn't risk offering a lie to the minstrel that might serve to undermine what the man was doing. So she decided to go for another act, tilting her head up enough to let the moonlight touch her face, upon which was painted a small hint of pleading expression. "We need your help." He was a decent man, or so she surmised.. hopefully, playing to his sympathies would help to sway him.
Girard: More than a bit of uncertainty gave him pause, here he was being told some order of those faithful of Kanesh needed his help while he knew well Evangeline would be needing him with her when they made their trip to Zyon. “Exactly when do you need my help.. I'm afraid I do have some prior engagements with the Obsidian Heart to see to over the next ten-day. How pressing are these matters? "
Kythin: Kythin did his best to hide his grimace at Morgan's method of helping his little ploy to draw the minstrel in. " Our needs are not yet urgent, Requiem. Still they are pressing enough that we have your aid within the month. " He glanced to Morgan then, well maybe he could work with this after all. " Morgan.. why don't you spend some time with Requiem. Show what we of the order are about, do try to be friendly. Remember what how much you frightened the the last musician we had in our company. "
Morgan: Well she didn't know anything, what did he expect her to do? She might as well put that knack for guile to use, rather than stand there like a statue. Although she nearly lost it when Kythin suggested she spend time with him! Rather than glare fit to kill as she wanted, she instead blinked and turned a questioning glance on him. "..If you think it would be best, then very well.” Then her gaze turned toward Girard. "..as long as Sir Requiem has no objections to my presence." Did she want to be around him,even to serve their own ends? Not particularly.
Girard: " I.. er.. I suppose it'd be alright. " Long as Evangeline did not come about the wrong idea if she found him spending time with this woman. Not that he thought the jealously would be immediate, it was difficult for a blind woman to be jealous by seeing something. Not staying to listen to anything more Kythin had to say, he began heading back towards the inne.
Kythin: When Requiem went to restore his presence in the Obsidian Heart's Inne, Kythin reached out in order to grasp Morgan by the arm and bring his lips to her ear in a whisper. " We will discuss this matter in detail later on.. meet me at the Letters Inn in the market distract when you're through here, Lady Sirri. " Even when providing an order.. he chose to be polite to this woman, she wanted to carry herself like a noblewoman.. then he'd continue to let her enjoy her delusion.
Morgan: She stiffened noticeably when Kythin grabbed her arm, and gave him a sharp look out of the corner of her eye. Being touched without her express permission wasn't something she liked, but she would tolerate it for now. A brisk nod was her only response to his words.. aside from her lips pursing at the label of 'lady'. She'd have words with him about that.. later.
Kythin: After those words he released her arm. Kythin felt no need to remain there while Morgan spent her time in the inne. No, he felt much more like enjoying the inn with less adventurers and more travelers coming to it. Such thoughts left the Wrathful Dragon walking off to his destination of the Letters Inn.
Girard: By this point Girard had reacquired his seat at his table along with his lute.. though the instrument did not earn much of his attention now. Instead he'd chosen to order drinks, Elder Root stout for himself..and.. well he didn't know what Morgan wanted..which left Girard glancing off to the door awaiting the darkly clad woman.
Morgan: Taking a deep breath, she cracked her knuckles and neck, then moved back toward the inne, sliding inside. Her hood was pushed back again, and she headed toward Girard, one corner of her lips tilting upward as she neared. "I had no idea you were acquainted with my associate." And that designation of his was.. a little funny. No doubt there was a story behind it.
Girard: " Just as didn't know he was capable of socializing with a tone any lower than a light shout.. directed at gypsies. " A snickering sort of laugh followed that.. course it didn't tell him anything of what he wanted to know. " I probably would not have come with you if I'd known.. doesn't strike me as the friendly sort. More the.. see a child stealing bread and cut off their hand sort. " The kind of man that kept an eye too closely on the letter rather than the spirit of the law. Not evil in Girard's mind.. but that man, in his eyes, could easily condone evil acts because the law proved in their favor over the innocent and poor. " I'm not too certain what you two think I can do to help your order. I'm really not the pious type. "
Morgan: "I admit, I do not know him well myself.. I have only recently met him. I must say, though, I am.. amused by this external insight into his character." She absently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, arching a brow at his words, before idly waving his words away. "Piety has little to do with it, at least on your part. Admittedly, I have not yet been made privy to the details of what is required of us, but it is not uncommon for members of the faith to seek outside assistance in times of need." It felt a bit odd, to be speaking so much.. truth. It made her want to scrub herself vigorously.
Girard : Hearing that she'd only recently met the man she'd apparently been sent to speak with him with, came off as a surprise to Girard. Was she a new 'recruit' to this order they were trying to draw his services into? " And are you one of these sources of outside assistance, Morgan? " Trying not to sound as if he were pressuring her for information.. the minstrel chose to play this carefully. Getting information out of her would do a lot of good for.. himself.
Morgan: He was being nosey! Maybe she could use this to weasel some information out of him, in some manner. She shook her head a bit at his question, absently fiddling with the folds of her robes. "No. I have been traveling, and was only just summoned to work alongside him." More truth. How annoying! Maybe it was time to make her excuses and go find this inn Kythin had gone to. Doubtless he was waiting to chastise her for her little performance. Oh well.
Girard: What did she expect of a minstrel!? While no where as bad as a bard, Girard did like to pry information out when he possessed the oppurtunity to accomplish such tasks. He took her words about being newly summoned at face value, nothing about her succeded in setting off alarms. She didn't immediately seem a threat, greatly self-motivated.. but hardly a threat to him. Setting an elbow on the table, he propped his head up..hand cradling his cheek as glanced over her, pausing briefly while she was fiddling with her robes. Easily distracted by pretty much anything, it was all of a few seconds later that Morgan would find him set on leaving his table. “I guess Kythin would not have set you to spend time with me if he didn't expect you to learn something. Out with your questions... , I know there must be one or two. "
Morgan: Pondering his statement, she decided that was enough for one night. "The night grows late, and I have traveled a long way.. if you are amenable, I would prefer to retire for the evening, and continue this discussion tomorrow." She really was tired, and she wanted to get her inevitable confrontation with Kythin over with before seeking out a bed for the night. She was only human, after all.. despite how she acted sometimes.
Girard: Hardly expecting her to seek to escape the conversation at hand, Requiem proved surprised at her choice. " If that is what you wish Morgan, tomorrow then. Have a good evening. “Curiosity was a damning thing, yet not one that Girard felt like letting draw him out this eve. No, instead he chose to make his way to the stairs and ascend them, leaving Morgan to take her leave. Well.. he couldn't help but wonder exactly what they really wanted his services for.. its was questionable to say the least.
Morgan: Always keep the element of surprise! Okay, not really, she was just tired. "And you, Requiem." She half-watched him as he took off, tugging her hood up again before turning to leave the inne. After asking quick directions from a patron to the inne where Kythin had gone. It took a little walking, but she arrived eventually, moving inside with a glance around for the pale-haired man.
Kythin: She'd find that pale-haired man seated at a table in the back of the Letters Inne commons. Kythin remained seated when he noticed Morgan, motioning the raven-haired woman his way.
Morgan: Spotting him, she slid toward his table as she lowered her hood, then sank into a seat next to him. Hands idly adjusted her robes before folding in her lap, and those eerie eyes focused on him. "Perhaps in the future, confidence in my abilities or lack thereof, you might enlighten me as to the extent of your intentions so I am properly prepared." She arched a brow; no blame was being laid at his feet, but playing the helpless waif made her want to kill something.
Kythin: “In the future you will be put into situations with even less information, you should expect to draw the information you need out of your target. " Though he could understand her point, unfortunately for her he'd already told her the entirety of his plan. “I told you, we bring him to our side.. the means you use to do that are up to you and you alone. “Playing the helpless waif did not have to be her only means of getting into the minstrel's confidence.” You'll want to get in to his confidence, become someone he relies on... be competition to his blind sycophant if you must. “All this spoken in low tones, he did not care to be discovered by others. not that he expected anyone in this establishment to be privy to what they intended without names to go on.
Morgan: "Coming up with a lie that may unintentionally undermine your base intentions is something I would prefer not to do unless I have no other choice." Her head shook fractionally, one hand lifting to flick fingers as though shooing away a fly. "Bygones." It was behind them, but hopefully it would be taken into consideration in the future. Her nose wrinkled in mild distaste at his instructions, but she nodded nonetheless. "If I must." And it was clear, she must. How unfortunate.
Kythin: “Yes, I understand your position. I'll brief you on my methods before sending you out again. Working as we have... you've done well. For what it means you've earned my approval... be sure you put in the effort to keep ahold of it. " Kythin took some small pleasure in seeing her expression when she took note of what he suggested she do,” All you must do is succeed, if another method to do that comes to mind.. Act on it. Without giving you away until he is in our thrall. “Then he stood up from his chair.” I suggest finding yourself a room here, or one at the Obsidian Heart. If you are want to play adventuring for its rewards. as I understand it, they provide free room and board for their adventurers.. "
Morgan: Okay, so her moderately ruffled feathers were smoothed by that compliment, which made her smile ever so faintly. The expression was fleeting, and disappeared after a moment, and she nodded at his words. "Very well. I have agreed to see him tomorrow. I will do my best." She stood a few moments after he did. A bed really did sound wonderful right now.
Morgan : There was nothing wrong with wanting power. Everything she did was working toward gaining power for herself, in a variety of ways. because power was the only way to survive in this world. It wasn't something she denied under any circumstances, and now was no exception, given Kythin's query. "Aren't we all?" The nonchalant non-answer was soon followed by a sidelong glance at the man walking at her side, a dark brow quirked slightly. "I doubt I would be here if I were not. Everything we do is geared toward progressing our place in this world. Some of us are just far less ashamed about it." And clearly, there was no shame to be found on her part.
Kythin : A good answer, thought the wrathful Kythin as he gave this sinister woman a glance over. She knew the true way of things, something far too many among the noble, law-abiding, and good-natured folks never cared to realize or admit. “Good... that'll make this all much easier.” Make what easier? Did it matter as long as it gained them both the power and position they craved? Kythin did not think so... least not enough to inform Morgan of exactly what he had in mind. lest she betray him to the Man of the Dark Cloth. While having this murmured conversation, he'd been leading them to the Inne the Obsidian Heart used as their headquarters and an active establishment. The path to the inne from the Greenlord Run, the artist’s district, took time to travel by foot. “Have to say... glad that they paired me with a lovely sort like yourself, people aren't quick to see those they think attractive as ready with a dagger for their backs.. " Kythin wasn't among their lot; he expected a blade in the back from her if she thought she could get away with it.
Morgan: Ghostly eyes narrowed upon him with a moderate amount of suspicion at that particular statement, although she realized he was unlikely to divulge the 'what' behind his words. That was fine. She'd find out eventually. Trust was impossible amongst people like them, but he'd have to let her in on his plans at some point. These thoughts were halted and slightly derailed by his words, and she was caught off guard enough to utter a soft laugh. "I am pleased to know my appearance plays no hindrance to your plans."Sarcasm? Maybe just a touch. Honestly, she was aware of her looks and how many found them attractive, and it was something she used to her advantage at times. Now was not one of them, of course, but the fact remained?
Kythin : “Now, now we'll only know that if you have a good dozen groveling sycophants begging for your attention.” Words spoken while armed with a grin, clearly there was some amusement taken in between her sarcasm and his response. “Hrm. “He gave a suddenly curious sound again, looking Morgan over again.” What'd you say your name was again.. Morgan..? “No doubt he was fishing for a surname out of her. What could the reason possibly be for it?
Morgan : Sycophants, groveling? The very prospect made her scoff. "Tenebrous forbid. I would sooner cast myself naked into a desert." She was hardly a shy, budding virgin, but she was very selective when it came to those she shared her time and attention with. The very thought of men crawling after her vying for her affections (nonexistent as they were) was enough to make her stomach roil. His fishing made her lips purse slightly, but he was bound to find out one day, so.. "Sirri." Might as well throw him a bone.
Kythin : “I’d rather like to see that.. I'll keep it in mind if we find ourselves at odds. “Had to keep something in mind as punishment if they did find themselves at odds. Kythin did find some agreement in her dislike of groveling sycophants. While every cult had them.. They were never the sort to gain any true power - physical or otherwise. A silver brow rose up in the wake of her reveal of that surname of hers. “Then Requiem won't be the only one of that line around. " No doubt she'd heard of a minstrel called Requiem's spreading reputation, especially here in the Kingdom of Sarkotos. “Congratulations, Morgan, guess you'll be working to under mind a relative while you're at it.”
Morgan : There was no response to that first bit.. some words were better kept to yourself. But what followed was a shock, and made enough of an impact to cause the fractional widening of her eyes. Indeed, she'd heard of this Requiem in her wanderings.. but the fact that they were apparently kin to her was startling. But shock was quick to become.. something dark, was the best way to describe it, and evident in the pursing of her lips into a thin line. "Excellent." She had no idea what this minstrel had to do with his plans.. but she didn't care. As long as she got to further her own plans.. the foremost of which was still vengeance for her family.
Kythin : The minstrel truly didn't matter in the schemes Kythin had plotted out his his mind. If the minstrel could be made use of as a means to control Morgan? Then he had surely discovered his means of keeping her reigned in. How clearly he'd read the surprise, the shock on her lovely features.. least before the dark expression took its place. Quite in spite of the chill of winter in the air, Kythin led them not to the inne's interior when they reached its grounds, but to an area obviously more often used for training. Not that he wanted to test her skills quite yet. “You sound awfully pleased to have family among the Obsidian Heart's numbers.”
Morgan : Was she going to let him in on her little personal mission where her estranged kin was concerned? Most certainly not. But she couldn't just leave the comment without a response. She mulled over adequate wording before finally speaking. "Let us just say.. that I have a bit of business with my kin. The opportunity to possibly resolve some of it is.. satisfying." She glanced briefly toward the inne as they bypassed it, then turned her gaze on the apparent training area with a mildly curious gleam to her eyes.
Morgan : Why were they there? It was of little consequence, and the chill in the air didn't bother her much at all.. despite the skin bared by her uniquely tailored robes, the fabric itself kept her quite warm.
Kythin : " Then my request should not overly bother you. " A hand rose up, motioning over the tell-tale signs of nature magic and if one was sensitive to it, noctumancy, shadow magic. While Kythin possessed no sensitivity to it, what the Wrathful Man did have was eyes with which to watch. “Bring your kin under our sway. " It was not a necessity, but why ignore the opportunity to sway a noctumancer to Tenebrous's banner? " I'm sure you will enjoy yourself in the process. "
Morgan : Ahh.. magic. It was all around them. She breathed deeply of it, as though it were some delicious aroma, and felt the tingle of energy suffuse her pale form with a palpable heat, enough to bring a slight flush to her cheeks. If he meant to disarm her, there was no success; the energetic miasma only bolstered her confidence, a heady feeling. A brow quirked at his words, and she fixed her eyes on him. "You wish me to lure this... this minstrel into our service?" She was mildly bewildered as to why he would want the minstrel, even if he was her kin, however distantly.. or not-so-distantly, as the case may be. She wasn't just some brainless lacky to do as she was told with no questions.
Kythin : " Do you not sense the lingering tinge of darkness here? As if Tenebrous himself had slammed down his mighty fist.. " Kythin would sway her her to action.. it was the only course. " That is the power of your kin.. " And if the rumors spurred on by the minstrel's reputation were true.. he was capable of so much more than merely noctumancy. " Do not take my word as gold of course.. why don't you see for yourself? Like others of the Obsidian Heart, he stays in a room in this inne. “Truthfully even if she had not turned out to be kin to the minstrel, Kythin still would have presented this oppurtunity to Morgan all the same.
Morgan : "Of course I do." How could she not feel the power of their dark lord around them, minute traces or not? What was unexpected was the revelation that this was the work of her supposed kin, the minstrel. She was.. intrigued, if not convinced. "..Very well. I will put my attention to the matter." Hands gathered her robes and swept the loose folds about her torso, covering a bit of that pale skin. "What can you tell me of him?" It wouldn't do to go into the matter completely uninformed.. although she would, if she must.
Kythin: It did appear that Kythin succeeded in getting his hooks into her, if only by a minute degree. How well she could perform in this task, he could not say.. truth be told.. he did not expect her to succeed in the task handed down to her. “You will find Requiem a complacent, charismatic man.. quite talented in the arts expected of a minstrel. Of late.. he's taken interests in a young, blonde and quite sightless woman. “Neither had Kythin been able to integrate himself alongside.. solely due to a certain Gypsy woman that enjoyed agitating him.. a distraction that he truly could not wait to be rid of.. by luring her like he told Morgan to do to the minstrel.. or simply removing her as an issue.
Morgan: "Hm." The information about the blonde girl might be useful at some point, but for now it was filed away. Knowing about the minstrel's character was certainly helpful. Thus, Kythin was given a nod. "My thanks." She would begin on the endeavor of wooing this minstrel, at least in the sense of bringing him under their control. She actually looked forward to it.. although she was also curious about this supposed relative. She itched to know how they were kin.. and how she could use that to her advantage. The thought drew a dark half-smirk to her lips.
Kythin: She did not make it a difficult matter to surmise that there would be some measure of enjoyment in swaying Requiem to their cause. How nice of her to have some fun out of her work. “Unless the minstrel has wandered off to the Greenlord Run, you will find him inside. " Motioning to the inne. “Whether he's awake or even within I cannot say, being called to meet you has made knowing his whereabouts a bit more difficult. " Not by much.. all one really needed to do was go inside or bide their time until they found him arriving or leaving.
Morgan: "I believe I will venture inside and see whatever there is to be seen." A decisive nod accompanied the words, and she absently released her grip on the folds of her robes, allowing the dark fabric to rustle around her form. "How shall I find you when needed? Or shall I just expect you to appear mysteriously." She began making her way toward the door, although she did cast him a vaguely amused look as she went. She suspected this was going to be an.. interesting partnership. Oh, the joys of divine whimsy..
Kythin: “Easy enough, Morgan, if you need me within the next few hours... I will be training here. “This made most of the problem of finding him a moot point.” Try not to scare off Requiem.. "
Girard : The minstrel called Requiem could indeed be found within the Inne. Specifically at a table of his own involving finishing off the last bite of his meal. What this left the minstrel with was but a table to him alone and a mug partially filled with cider remaining from his meal. A quick glance told plenty. He was a pale man, his hair just as dark as her own.. while clad in much simpler clothing..a tunic, pants and a simple wool coat over the tunic for warmth.. while a cloak covered the back of the chair he was seated on.
Morgan: With a departing wave to Kythin, Morgan made her way inside the inne, ignoring any looks sent her way as cool eyes surveyed the common room's occupants from within the shadows of her hood. It wasn't hard to spot him; there was a vague similarity in the composition of their features, after all. She pushed her hood back slightly, and turned to the bar to order a drink, keeping a close eye on him from her peripheral vision.
Girard: She'd not find anything all that special at first glance, just a man like any other.. certainly one possessing features familiar to her family line. A patron passing him by, casting a shadow over his face brought the first sign that there was much more to him than at first sight. Under the darkness of that passing shadow.. his eyes proved incandascent.. glowing a sickly green hue.. only to fade when direct light was once more upon him. All the minstrel did save finish his cider was put up a lute he had set beside him.. inevitably playing a short tune with the instrument. It did not seem done to earn coin, no true effort exercised .. only something to focus his mind in that moment. There did not appear to be any sign of a blonde woman near him.
Morgan: With a cup of mulled wine in hand, she decided it was high time she have a little talk with this supposed kinsman of hers. Weaving her way through tables with an innate serpentine grace, she found herself standing at his table, looking down at him as she caught a snippet of his music. "Might I join you, sir? Tis been many moons since I had the pleasure of music to grace my ears." Her lips curled into a smile, her voice soft and sweet. She could play up the attractive aspect when she needed to.
Girard: “Certainly. " Rarely one to pass up the chance to play for an appreciative audience, Girard could not but accept the offered company. The fact it was a beautiful woman asking to join made it a much easier sell. The minstrel enjoyed the company of attractive people, and Evangeline was not at his side now.. leaving him as a loss at what to keep his inattentive mind focused on for the time being. “Was there a specific song you wished to hear?”
Morgan: Her smile widened at his acceptance of her presence, and she slid into a chair at his table, setting her cup down. "My thanks." Hands rose, pushing her hood back to reveal that shining ebony hair, bound in its loose braid. Then thin fingers curled around her cup, savoring the warmth of the wine, as her head shook slightly. "No.. I have always thought it a bit rude, to ask musicians to play a certain song. What if they do not like that song, or would prefer to play another? Do not artists perform their best when they are enjoying the music?" She was nearly coy, her eyes gleaming as she lifted her cup and sipped at the wine, gazing at him over the vessel's rim.
Girard: It was an awfully contrived reason not to ask for a specific song. What did it matter if he did not care for the song she chose himself? If she was going to tip for a song then it was not wholly up to him. “Very well, milady.. Perhaps this song will find your favor. " And then he began to play.. " Day to night, dark to light, Fall the sands of time. Let the years like the gears of a clock unwind. “Personally he had always enjoyed this song, one he clearly remembered his mother singing to him as a child. Why share it now? Who could truly say. “In your mind walk through time. Back to better days. Memories, like a dream, Wash tears away. " ... " Like a star in the sky, Darkness can't reach you. Light the night, joy is light, till the new dawn. " .. " Cast away your old face let go your spite, With this mask I'll ask to borrow your light. “Pursuing the selection of a song and simply falling into playing it with the aid of his lute's lovely additions could only prove enjoyable to him and stave away the acknowledgement of an audience he knew enjoyed his melodies. " I suppose you've made a reasonable argument. "
Morgan: Hiding her surprise came easily, although her smile felt frozen on her face, and her fingers gripped her cup tightly, the skin pulling tight across her knuckles. She hadn't expected to hear that song.. one her lady mother had sung to her in her youth, before her tutelage of things dark and wicked had begun. "An excellent choice, sir minstrel. You are the one they call the Requiem, are you not?" Her cup was raised for another sip. "Your reputation is well-deserved, it seems."
Girard: Sometimes a minstrel could surprise his audience by way of the songs in his repertoire. Occasionally the reactions were positive, other times negative when it showed him to have traveled through lands with enmity to their own. It was at the query of if he was a particular minstrel.. by the 'title' of Requiem, a dark brow rose up in curious fashion. “I could be he, depending on what it is you seek. " When she chose to mention his reputation, well.. Girard just acquired a small grin and shook his head. “Really is spreading isn't it. Who would have thought playing the part of an adventurer would be exactly what my career required of me. "
Morgan: Wine was idly swirled within its glass, and she relaxed a bit in her chair, casting him a smile that was nearly coy. "What I seek? Well, I am not normally so forward on a first meeting, but.." She shifted slightly, leaning toward him as eyes peered upward through a thick fringe of ebon lashes, verging on flirtatious. "..as one adventurer to another, might you be open to a.. proposition?" He proclaimed himself an adventurer.. perhaps that was the way to win him over to their side. But she would have to play this very carefully..
Girard: The choice of words truly was everything when the man you dealt with put them to use in verse.. And occasionally spell. The first compilation of words led to a bit of curiosity, the second batch.. despite the flirtatious quality to it found him leaning back against his chair. " And what is this proposition of yours? " Wise enough to keep some things unsaid, he couldn't help but wonder if she was one of the Brothel Worker from the Greenlord Run trying to operate independently.
Morgan: Had she been aware of his thoughts, she might've laughed.. or been offended. There was no telling. As it was, she leaned back slightly, and her smile dimmed to a soft curl of lips as those eyes sharpened a fraction. "My associate and I are in need of someone with your rumored talents to undertake a rather important endeavor. I am not at liberty to disclose any great details, but I can assure you that the rewards would be many and lucrative." So maybe she was fudging on the truth a bit, but at least she was putting some real effort into it.
Girard: Odds were she'd be offended, lucky for them both Girard knew when to keep his mouth shut despite his easily distracted nature. His gaze drifted off while the woman was speaking of the offer she wished to convey to him. Catching only the mention that there would be no details and the assurance the job was lucrative. “Afraid I'll have to ask for some details, last time I took a deal without knowing the details I had a nobleman angry that I refused to destroy some poor old woman's deed to a building she used as an orphanage..not going through that again. " Course he'd been lucky to get out of that situation by way of the Priest on the opposite side of the endeavor..and threw his lot in with that Holy Man. " I'll tell you what.. take me to your associate and I'll listen to the details but I'll not be giving as promises. "
Morgan: Some might've been annoyed at the lack of trust. She just seemed.. amused. "Very smart." Clearly, she approved. Only an idiot would jump into an offer like this without any questions. Perhaps Kythin was right in wanting to bring this man to their cause. She seemed to ponder his words for a moment, and then nodded hesitantly. "That is reasonable. If you would please come with me?" Her wine was left forgotten on the table as she stood, pulling her hood up over her head before gliding toward the door.
Girard: No one ever accused Girard of being stupid, unless that was what they meant by using the incorrect term of Jester? Could be they had then! At Morgan's compliment, he rolled his shoulders. When she acknowledged his request as reasonable and go up to glide off doorward, he watched her for a moment. A pity he enjoyed the company of the attractive, or this would be much more worrisome for the minstrel. Up to his feet went Girard, that lute of his left where it was..knowing Maria not likely to let someone walk off with it. No doubt his getting up and following her to the door was all the answer she needed. While he shifted his foot a little..just to be certain he'd not forgotten to strap his twin jeweled daggers to his ankles. How easy he could forget those were there!
Kythin: Outside the Inne Kythin remained, occupying space in the sparring ring that could be found there. The Wrathful Dragon, as he liked to think of himself, cast his steel-gray gaze off to the establishment now and then to see if Morgan would be joining him in failure , as he expected, or not.
Morgan: Surely the pale-haired man would be pleasantly surprised to see the willowy female emerging from the inne, being followed by the very man they sought to make use of. With her face half-obscured by the shadows of her hood, Kythin was cast a small, satisfied smirk as she walked to his side, tucking her hands into the furry pouch hanging from the front of her robes before turning to face Girard with features again carefully schooled to neutrality. "Sir Requiem, meet my associate." Now the fun would begin.
Girard: Surely none were more surprised than Girard, who broke out in a bout of stifled laughter upon the realization that Morgan was leading him to Kythin of all people! " Really.. the Squire who Argues-with-Gypsies? “Now that was well worth the laughter in his mind! Didn't seem he'd be needed those daggers after all, he'd seen Kythin during one of his training sessions.. the man could barely keep up with the Gypsy! The boy didn't have any hope against strategy with that brute force approach.
Kythin: Kythin did not alone for his surprise to reach his eyes. His partner passed the test to get the minstrel interested at the very least it would seem. She'd very well prove useful .. if not she could just look pretty while he did all the work. “Yes, laugh it up minstrel..” Probably not the best of ideas for Requiem to keep up long as he and not the minstrel was the one with a blade in hand. " It seems you've succeded in catching his attention Morgan.. I hope you didn't promise anything you couldn't deliever. "
Morgan: The.. squire who argues with gypsies? Morgan couldn't help but arch a brow at that, although she said nothing. She figured this was Kythin's show, she'd let him handle it, for the most part, unless her input was required. Which is why she scoffed a bit at his comment. "Of course not. Do you really think me so unprofessional?" Honestly though, she was.. amused! This was such an interesting situation, and she was most curious to see how it was going to turn out. "But fortunately for us, Sir Requiem is interested in learning about the details of our undertaking. No promises made on his end, of course." That last bit said with a bit of a wry twist to her lips.
Kythin: Taking some form of amusement out of this wasn't she, mentally grumbled Kythin, who found himself with the minstrel to deal with in this instance. What better method of drawing the man in than a truth.. “We represent a religious order here in Sarkotos, dedicated to Shadow and Death.” A subject he knew quite a good deal of the subject of deities..and this included Kanesh. A faithfiul of whom he was not about posing as. “The word about you has brought you to our leaders' attention. If you have the interest..perhaps we can find cause to work together. Even should you not wish to be one of the Faithful. "
Girard: Okay..Girard did not expect this turn of events, though given the appearance and dress of Morgan it did begin to make a little more sense in his mind. Faithful solely to Kanesh perhaps? Neither of them struck him as the priestly type.. though Morgan certainly could have been without his immediately realization. What did he know of the priesthood of a faith he knew nothing about but what the peasants knew? " I might be interested.. " Least in the lore and magics the faithful tended to have gathered up as it pertained to their deity of choice.
Morgan: An intriguing tactic, and one Morgan wasn't expecting, but she could certainly work with it. Regrettably, she knew so little about what exactly Kythin's quest was, she couldn't risk offering a lie to the minstrel that might serve to undermine what the man was doing. So she decided to go for another act, tilting her head up enough to let the moonlight touch her face, upon which was painted a small hint of pleading expression. "We need your help." He was a decent man, or so she surmised.. hopefully, playing to his sympathies would help to sway him.
Girard: More than a bit of uncertainty gave him pause, here he was being told some order of those faithful of Kanesh needed his help while he knew well Evangeline would be needing him with her when they made their trip to Zyon. “Exactly when do you need my help.. I'm afraid I do have some prior engagements with the Obsidian Heart to see to over the next ten-day. How pressing are these matters? "
Kythin: Kythin did his best to hide his grimace at Morgan's method of helping his little ploy to draw the minstrel in. " Our needs are not yet urgent, Requiem. Still they are pressing enough that we have your aid within the month. " He glanced to Morgan then, well maybe he could work with this after all. " Morgan.. why don't you spend some time with Requiem. Show what we of the order are about, do try to be friendly. Remember what how much you frightened the the last musician we had in our company. "
Morgan: Well she didn't know anything, what did he expect her to do? She might as well put that knack for guile to use, rather than stand there like a statue. Although she nearly lost it when Kythin suggested she spend time with him! Rather than glare fit to kill as she wanted, she instead blinked and turned a questioning glance on him. "..If you think it would be best, then very well.” Then her gaze turned toward Girard. "..as long as Sir Requiem has no objections to my presence." Did she want to be around him,even to serve their own ends? Not particularly.
Girard: " I.. er.. I suppose it'd be alright. " Long as Evangeline did not come about the wrong idea if she found him spending time with this woman. Not that he thought the jealously would be immediate, it was difficult for a blind woman to be jealous by seeing something. Not staying to listen to anything more Kythin had to say, he began heading back towards the inne.
Kythin: When Requiem went to restore his presence in the Obsidian Heart's Inne, Kythin reached out in order to grasp Morgan by the arm and bring his lips to her ear in a whisper. " We will discuss this matter in detail later on.. meet me at the Letters Inn in the market distract when you're through here, Lady Sirri. " Even when providing an order.. he chose to be polite to this woman, she wanted to carry herself like a noblewoman.. then he'd continue to let her enjoy her delusion.
Morgan: She stiffened noticeably when Kythin grabbed her arm, and gave him a sharp look out of the corner of her eye. Being touched without her express permission wasn't something she liked, but she would tolerate it for now. A brisk nod was her only response to his words.. aside from her lips pursing at the label of 'lady'. She'd have words with him about that.. later.
Kythin: After those words he released her arm. Kythin felt no need to remain there while Morgan spent her time in the inne. No, he felt much more like enjoying the inn with less adventurers and more travelers coming to it. Such thoughts left the Wrathful Dragon walking off to his destination of the Letters Inn.
Girard: By this point Girard had reacquired his seat at his table along with his lute.. though the instrument did not earn much of his attention now. Instead he'd chosen to order drinks, Elder Root stout for himself..and.. well he didn't know what Morgan wanted..which left Girard glancing off to the door awaiting the darkly clad woman.
Morgan: Taking a deep breath, she cracked her knuckles and neck, then moved back toward the inne, sliding inside. Her hood was pushed back again, and she headed toward Girard, one corner of her lips tilting upward as she neared. "I had no idea you were acquainted with my associate." And that designation of his was.. a little funny. No doubt there was a story behind it.
Girard: " Just as didn't know he was capable of socializing with a tone any lower than a light shout.. directed at gypsies. " A snickering sort of laugh followed that.. course it didn't tell him anything of what he wanted to know. " I probably would not have come with you if I'd known.. doesn't strike me as the friendly sort. More the.. see a child stealing bread and cut off their hand sort. " The kind of man that kept an eye too closely on the letter rather than the spirit of the law. Not evil in Girard's mind.. but that man, in his eyes, could easily condone evil acts because the law proved in their favor over the innocent and poor. " I'm not too certain what you two think I can do to help your order. I'm really not the pious type. "
Morgan: "I admit, I do not know him well myself.. I have only recently met him. I must say, though, I am.. amused by this external insight into his character." She absently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, arching a brow at his words, before idly waving his words away. "Piety has little to do with it, at least on your part. Admittedly, I have not yet been made privy to the details of what is required of us, but it is not uncommon for members of the faith to seek outside assistance in times of need." It felt a bit odd, to be speaking so much.. truth. It made her want to scrub herself vigorously.
Girard : Hearing that she'd only recently met the man she'd apparently been sent to speak with him with, came off as a surprise to Girard. Was she a new 'recruit' to this order they were trying to draw his services into? " And are you one of these sources of outside assistance, Morgan? " Trying not to sound as if he were pressuring her for information.. the minstrel chose to play this carefully. Getting information out of her would do a lot of good for.. himself.
Morgan: He was being nosey! Maybe she could use this to weasel some information out of him, in some manner. She shook her head a bit at his question, absently fiddling with the folds of her robes. "No. I have been traveling, and was only just summoned to work alongside him." More truth. How annoying! Maybe it was time to make her excuses and go find this inn Kythin had gone to. Doubtless he was waiting to chastise her for her little performance. Oh well.
Girard: What did she expect of a minstrel!? While no where as bad as a bard, Girard did like to pry information out when he possessed the oppurtunity to accomplish such tasks. He took her words about being newly summoned at face value, nothing about her succeded in setting off alarms. She didn't immediately seem a threat, greatly self-motivated.. but hardly a threat to him. Setting an elbow on the table, he propped his head up..hand cradling his cheek as glanced over her, pausing briefly while she was fiddling with her robes. Easily distracted by pretty much anything, it was all of a few seconds later that Morgan would find him set on leaving his table. “I guess Kythin would not have set you to spend time with me if he didn't expect you to learn something. Out with your questions... , I know there must be one or two. "
Morgan: Pondering his statement, she decided that was enough for one night. "The night grows late, and I have traveled a long way.. if you are amenable, I would prefer to retire for the evening, and continue this discussion tomorrow." She really was tired, and she wanted to get her inevitable confrontation with Kythin over with before seeking out a bed for the night. She was only human, after all.. despite how she acted sometimes.
Girard: Hardly expecting her to seek to escape the conversation at hand, Requiem proved surprised at her choice. " If that is what you wish Morgan, tomorrow then. Have a good evening. “Curiosity was a damning thing, yet not one that Girard felt like letting draw him out this eve. No, instead he chose to make his way to the stairs and ascend them, leaving Morgan to take her leave. Well.. he couldn't help but wonder exactly what they really wanted his services for.. its was questionable to say the least.
Morgan: Always keep the element of surprise! Okay, not really, she was just tired. "And you, Requiem." She half-watched him as he took off, tugging her hood up again before turning to leave the inne. After asking quick directions from a patron to the inne where Kythin had gone. It took a little walking, but she arrived eventually, moving inside with a glance around for the pale-haired man.
Kythin: She'd find that pale-haired man seated at a table in the back of the Letters Inne commons. Kythin remained seated when he noticed Morgan, motioning the raven-haired woman his way.
Morgan: Spotting him, she slid toward his table as she lowered her hood, then sank into a seat next to him. Hands idly adjusted her robes before folding in her lap, and those eerie eyes focused on him. "Perhaps in the future, confidence in my abilities or lack thereof, you might enlighten me as to the extent of your intentions so I am properly prepared." She arched a brow; no blame was being laid at his feet, but playing the helpless waif made her want to kill something.
Kythin: “In the future you will be put into situations with even less information, you should expect to draw the information you need out of your target. " Though he could understand her point, unfortunately for her he'd already told her the entirety of his plan. “I told you, we bring him to our side.. the means you use to do that are up to you and you alone. “Playing the helpless waif did not have to be her only means of getting into the minstrel's confidence.” You'll want to get in to his confidence, become someone he relies on... be competition to his blind sycophant if you must. “All this spoken in low tones, he did not care to be discovered by others. not that he expected anyone in this establishment to be privy to what they intended without names to go on.
Morgan: "Coming up with a lie that may unintentionally undermine your base intentions is something I would prefer not to do unless I have no other choice." Her head shook fractionally, one hand lifting to flick fingers as though shooing away a fly. "Bygones." It was behind them, but hopefully it would be taken into consideration in the future. Her nose wrinkled in mild distaste at his instructions, but she nodded nonetheless. "If I must." And it was clear, she must. How unfortunate.
Kythin: “Yes, I understand your position. I'll brief you on my methods before sending you out again. Working as we have... you've done well. For what it means you've earned my approval... be sure you put in the effort to keep ahold of it. " Kythin took some small pleasure in seeing her expression when she took note of what he suggested she do,” All you must do is succeed, if another method to do that comes to mind.. Act on it. Without giving you away until he is in our thrall. “Then he stood up from his chair.” I suggest finding yourself a room here, or one at the Obsidian Heart. If you are want to play adventuring for its rewards. as I understand it, they provide free room and board for their adventurers.. "
Morgan: Okay, so her moderately ruffled feathers were smoothed by that compliment, which made her smile ever so faintly. The expression was fleeting, and disappeared after a moment, and she nodded at his words. "Very well. I have agreed to see him tomorrow. I will do my best." She stood a few moments after he did. A bed really did sound wonderful right now.
