A Scant Sitting Room [E, Quit, Save]
This scant room is larger and slightly darker then the cabin, lit only
by the torches contained in the blackened bone holders set into each wall.
Unlike the rest of the wagon, the walls in this room are painted a milky
greyish color that blends with the dark black of the tooled leather couch
pushed up to the western wall. The floor of this room is carpetted with a
plush, smooth fabric that allows for a higher level of comfort then the
stone outside the chamber.
Having been nailed up to the wall, a glass paned case displays an expensive minature landscape, holding curious rocky beetles that clack now and again.
A dusty bone-studded backpack lies here.
A couple of large bags are here.
An empty small bone keg is here .
Next to an embossed leather couch, a leather-covered, gilt-armed easy chair has been placed into one corner of the room.
A small, round stone table is here sits here off to one side.
A sanded bone-framed bed looms in a corner here, it's coverlet an inviting crochet of white and tan.
An embossed plain clay cask sits by the table here.
A piece of dark cloth lies here, formed into a bag.
The wiry, dark-featured templar loiters on one side of the door here.
The half-giant soldier loiters near the door here.
The dapper, sharp-featured man has arrived from the east.
The rough, brown-haired woman has arrived from the east.
The short female wearing a gauzy white veil has arrived from the east.
The half-giant soldier has arrived from the east.
The wiry, dark-featured templar gives the half-giant soldier an order.
The half-giant soldier closes the door behind the new arrivals.
The short female wearing a gauzy white veil nods gently aside to the dapper, sharp-featured man in silent agreement as she moves in, trailing a half-step behind.
The dapper, sharp-featured man bends smoothly at his waist in a respectful bow to the wiry, dark-featured templar.
The wiry, dark-featured templar glances up from the half-giant soldier, drumming his fingertips on his thinly-armoured arms.
The serpentine braided templar blinks, looking to the wiry, dark-featured templar.
Offering an easygoing, short-lived smile and a nod, the wiry, dark-featured templar looks at the dapper, sharp-featured man.
You say to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"I suppose the Lord Templar is here."
Straightening from the formality, the dapper, sharp-featured man says to the wiry, dark-featured templar, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"If you are the gift Lady Templar Oash mentioned, Lord Templar, then I'm most... impressed with my luck."
Pointing to her chest, you say to the wiry, dark-featured templar, in sirihish:
"I thought I had the wagon scheduled - diplomatic meeting."
Ahing softly, assuming a faintly tragic expression, the dapper, sharp-featured man says to the short female wearing a gauzy white veil, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"I knew I was too lucky..."
Loosing a low chuckle as he peeks back toward the group, the wiry, dark-featured templar says, in sirihish:
"Ahhh, tsk, I'm afraid not. I'm no manner of gift for anyone, I'm afraid. Too gamey and un-fun."
You send a telepathic message to the wiry, dark-featured man:
"Your move. You know more."
The short female wearing a gauzy white veil exhales a breathy laugh at the dapper, sharp-featured man's act and then bows herself in a measured and easy way in recognition of the wiry, dark-featured templar.
look on table
On a small, round stone table (here) :
an empty etched-crystal decanter
an empty rose-colored ceramic wine bottle
a woven, gizhat-hair belt pouch
a nodular, dark brown mushroom
a Kruth card: the Stone of Truth
a perfectly shaped onyx sphere
a bone-handled obsidian longknife
an empty dark-tinted azure bottle
a dark glass jug
an unlit sweetly-scented candle
a spiral-glazed goblet drum
a slim-necked bottle
an empty etched, obsidian goblet
Giving a slow inhalation before he speaks, tone quiet and calm, the wiry, dark-featured templar says to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"The reason I'm here, I'm afraid, is far less coincidental and far more of the dealing-with-a-problem variety."
Pausing, on her way to a small, round stone table to check some glasses, you say, in sirihish:
"... come on Solych. He's clear."
Resuming a solemn expression as he straightens, the dapper, sharp-featured man says to the wiry, dark-featured templar, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Of course, Lord Templar, if there's anything at all I can assist with, please let me know."
Pushing off of his lean against the wall entirely, wetting his lips with a quick swipe of tongue, the wiry, dark-featured templar says to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"Of course, of course. You've been implicated in assisting a mindworm with escaping from His Judgment, which is, mmmn... treason."
The short female wearing a gauzy white veil looks from speaker to speaker, pale, bright gaze catching upon their mouths.
You exclaim, in <b><b>tatlum</b></b>, reacting swiftly to what's been said, looking up from the table and to the door:
"By the might of Tektolnes, erect a wall of sand on these premises!"
Uttering in an archaic tongue, the serpentine braided templar lifts a hand towards the door, which suddenly covers itself with a thick wall of sand.
Blinking slowly, the dapper, sharp-featured man asks the wiry, dark-featured templar, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Lord Templar, I believe there is a definite misunderstanding there. If I may have your indulgence to explain?"
Lifting a staying hand toward you, the wiry, dark-featured templar says to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"... and I'd like to hear any kind of, ah, explanation or what-not you might have regarding that. Yes, of course, of course. I'm all ears."
The dapper, sharp-featured man says to the wiry, dark-featured templar, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"I was about to tell you everything before, I believe I had informed you of the matter, unfortunately, I see... I was a little late."
Dipping his head nonchalantly toward the wall of glimmering sand that comes into being over the doorway, the wiry, dark-featured templar says, in sirihish:
"Not like I don't have some time to kill regardless, now. You had informed me a -smidge- but these are grave accusations."
Crossing her arms under her chest, you say to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"I have to hear him out, I am sorry."
The dapper, sharp-featured man bows his head to you.
Reaching to take the short female wearing a gauzy white veil's hand into his own, the dapper, sharp-featured man says to the wiry, dark-featured templar, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"I was not sure, Lord Templar. As I had mentioned, I had suspicion, but I could not bring it against a full Cadet of Tor."
Giving his head a simple and calm dip of aquiescence, the wiry, dark-featured templar says to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"Of course. That much you'd made clear, though you didn't mention the who or the what."
Looking to the short female wearing a gauzy white veil and the rough, brown-haired woman, you ask, in sirihish:
"Would you both mind just stepping back and giving Lexie some room thank you?"
Pressing a hand to his chest, the dapper, sharp-featured man says to the wiry, dark-featured templar, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"I do apologise, I was, unfortunately, at a loss. It was a grave accusation, not one I dare to make lightly."
To the two women, you say, in sirihish:
"This is obviously not about either of you and I am sorry about this."
The short female wearing a gauzy white veil lowers her hand from the dapper, sharp-featured man and takes a small step away from him, yielding to you.
The dapper, sharp-featured man says to the wiry, dark-featured templar, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"There was, is, another mind bender, and I could not be certain of their identity, who is working with a nilazi. I wasn't sure if the Cadet in question is the same person."
Releasing the short female wearing a gauzy white veil's hand, the dapper, sharp-featured man says to the wiry, dark-featured templar, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"On that same week, my contact who could confirm the identity, and whether the cadet is indeed a mind bender was murdered."
Giving his head a few small dips, fingertips drumming on his forearm, the wiry, dark-featured templar asks the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"And who was that, then?"
The serpentine braided templar frowns, looking between the wiry, dark-featured templar and the dapper, sharp-featured man.
With a turn of his wrist, the dapper, sharp-featured man says to the wiry, dark-featured templar, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Ani, who the cadet had approached before for information. At the time, my plan was to let him tell me the entire story, so I may deliver him and the nilazi cohort to you. But it was his words against mine, so I..."
"... had to consult my elders on how to proceed. I'd never dream of making a false accusation, you understand, Lord Templar, against an esteemed member of a noble House."
Squinting, you say to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"No, that doesn't fit."
Pivoting neatly on his heels, the dapper, sharp-featured man says to you, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"I don't know your story, Lady Templar. But I have the names and the story."
Shaking her head, you say to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"They are not one in the same."
You recalled:
**** Descending Sun, Year 65 of the 21st Age
The slim, argent-streaked woman says to you, in sirihish:
"Lexie is the real talker. I mean incredibly so, he can turn almost anything and make it completely believable with supporting evidence and anything."
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Slowly pursing his lips in thought, the wiry, dark-featured templar says to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"So your sole corroboration is dead, then? And just happened to be a nobody commoner."
Sighing softly, the dapper, sharp-featured man says to the wiry, dark-featured templar, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"She went to meet the nilazi in order to acquire Reign, they were both involved with the Guild."
The short female wearing a gauzy white veil relinquishes her attention upon the conversation for a single breath and reaches up to sweep her fingers across her veiled brow.
Dipping her head, you say, in sirihish:
"That's a little better."
Blinking slowly, the dapper, sharp-featured man says to you, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"I had only flimsy information, so I was waiting to meet with the Lord Templar and present my information... ah, next week."
Sidelong, dipping his head once, the wiry, dark-featured templar says to you, in sirihish:
"That much is true."
You send a telepathic message to the wiry, dark-featured man:
"He approached one of Tasok's and tried to recruit her to the Guild, using Guild phrases and everything."
The short female wearing a gauzy white veil moves closer to the rough, brown-haired woman and returns to stalking each speaker's mouth with her shrouded gaze.
With a helpless spread of his hands, the dapper, sharp-featured man says to the wiry, dark-featured templar, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"I do apologise for the misunderstanding, if there's anything I can do to remedy the issue, and any sincerity of proof I can demonstrate, please command me."
The wiry, dark-featured man sends you a telepathic message:
"He who?"
You send a telepathic message to the wiry, dark-featured man:
"Lexie."
Appending, the dapper, sharp-featured man says to you, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"I heard Ani was working with you to get Vok. "
"But, sadly, Vok and someone else? Was working for the nilazi."
Tilting her head, you say to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"I am not surprised."
The wiry, dark-featured man sends you a telepathic message:
"That I have no idea about. I'm beginning to believe his innocence on this matter, if he's telling the truth, but still - he is an absolute snake."
You send a telepathic message to the wiry, dark-featured man:
"Also, Pearl."
With a raising and falling of his shoulders, the dapper, sharp-featured man says to you, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"I found it was far beyond my control, so I was about to tell His Templarate - do forgive my speed, I was... concerned."
The wiry, dark-featured man sends you a telepathic message:
"That I am aware of. And I believe he's aware of what she is, too."
Shaking her head, you say to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"No Lexie. Let's get a few things clear."
The dapper, sharp-featured man says to the wiry, dark-featured templar, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"I wasn't sure how to begin or tell you what I know, Lord Templar. Please accept my most sincere apology."
You say to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"You are letting these events continue without word so you can angle things better for you and the Muark."
The wiry, dark-featured templar gives his head a shallow dip toward the dapper, sharp-featured man, then another after you speaks.
You say to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"Which is understandable, but it does not make you a tireless informant of His Shadow. It makes you an opportunist with no respect for us."
Bowing his head, the dapper, sharp-featured man says to you, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"I can only beg for forgiveness for this transgress, I merely wish to come out alive. Please tell me the price of my mistake, and give me a chance to redeem myself in your eyes."
None too pleased, you say to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"You are the man who tore apart my Unit with lies and betrayal. I have soldiers who remember you and hate you."
The wiry, dark-featured templar remains silent for this time, his hands clasped loosely behind his back.
The dapper, sharp-featured man says to you, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"... ah, I believe that is another misunderstanding."
You say to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"Soldiers who are scared to sleep at night with you walking His Streets because they fear what you'll do to them. No, shut up."
Smoothly dropping onto his knee, the dapper, sharp-featured man says to the wiry, dark-featured templar, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Lord Templar, please forgive me."
Simply and quietly, the wiry, dark-featured templar says, in sirihish:
"Let your better speak."
Pointing to herself, you say to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"I have a lot of respect for the Tan Muark, rightly or wrongly. If you were anybody less clever and less smooth, you'd be dead for your crimes, don't think I don't know that."
The dapper, sharp-featured man remains on his knee, and studies the ground before your feet.
The dapper, sharp-featured man does bow his head even lower, the very image of a man repenting sins of the past.
You say to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"I, and the Lord Templar, are willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. But we want to be treated with some respect. Get up. Don't try this meek shit with us, it's not sincere."
The short female wearing a gauzy white veil looks to each voice as it speaks, solemn and perplexed, before she finally lowers her gaze to the dapper, sharp-featured man prostrate before you.
Taking a deep breath, you say to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"Firstly, you have knives after you for you trying to recruit a Salarri to the Guild."
Still, the wiry, dark-featured templar remains silent, his cobalt gaze flickering from you to the dapper, sharp-featured man and ack.
You say to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"So if it wasn't this snake of a play with the 'benders, it was some ridiculous Labyrinth manipulation we've been all over since you've started."
You say to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"Well done, you've pissed off House Salarr. You may even put the gwoshi at risk again if they see fit to tear up the no-hunting agreement."
You say to the dapper, sharp-featured man, in sirihish:
"Secondly, we know about Pearl. We know you know about Pearl. If she is not surrendered to His Justice, bad things will happen."
Echoing you with a patter of fingers on his elbow, the wiry, dark-featured templar says, in sirihish:
"Very bad."
The dapper, sharp-featured man remains on one knee, still with his head bowed, and nodding between the intervals of the speech.