Post by Gisselle Valeneros on Nov 3, 2016 14:37:59 GMT -8
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena had long travels from Eladrin to arrive in Valane city riding by horse, she decided it would be best to go alone, hearing about the confrontation with others around she didn't want anyone with a hot head following her to deal with this situation, it had to be dealt with delicacy and diplomacy, that was the best way. Too many had <c>
§iєkąᴥDrącul : A smallish black cat would wind its way through the halls and finally finding what she sought she would twine herself around Sam's legs, giving off a rough purr. Green eyes would look up at him and beg to be lifted into his arms. -e-
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : several situatioins escalate due to tempers flairing before getting all the answers. She walked up to the castle after dismounting her horse Reyn and walking him up to the gates avoiding the spires thankfully as she spoke to one of the guards. "Lady Nimena Numenesse of Eladrin....I come to seek a word with Sam, Lady Catarina's swordsman.." The<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : the guard allowed her entry and she handed her horse to one of them bowing her head in thanks. She removed the hood of her cloak, her long snow white hair flowing down her back wearing all black, a large contrast to her pale features. Silver eyes scanned the area as she entered the castle quietly standing tall. She spoke to a couple of maids <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : looking for Sam....it was a little bit nerve wrecking for her to see him after their last encounter, but she did not show it on her features and stood tall and firm with kind features on her face showing she was no threat as she was being taken to see him. <e>
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : .: A job? By whom? She expected that if she asked, he’d not tell, to maintain contract confidentiality. Perhaps it took a fae to look at how to address the situation differently then. “You’ll not likely tell me the nature of her circumstances, or who would wish them upon her. But. Being that I am not honor-bound >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : To that elven domain, and to bring honor to my own Queen, I suppose it falls upon me to look to assist.” She observed his seemingly disgruntled shiftings. “Oh, don’t be surprised, but being detached from the woman, I think I am able to see a beneficial proposition for us both.” Why was he reading about war economics, >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : She then considered as her mind secondarily sought out possible culprits who’d hire him. “*I’ll* hire you! What say you?” She declared merrily. Because, she thought, she believed she understood a degree of what he was, and would play in those terms. d :.
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ He blinked. Soom looked down at his feet eyeing a cat who was running around his legs. He smiled down at it. Having a rough idea of who it might be, it was one or the other. Then he looked up again..."You wish to assist?...You wish to hire me?...Then speak with me when my contract is done. We will discuss terms.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Inhaling sharply he squared his jaw. Sam was not upset or peeved. He had just sunk into a grim faced business demeanor. Joviality would wait. His left hand rested on the hilt of his sword, strapped about his waist at the moment. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ "We've a guest.", Reaching down he picked up the little cat, resting her on his shoulder. Sam's grey eyes fell on Nimena..."Ah...what can I do for you Lady Nimena? Lady Odiana was just inquiring about what I believe your here to do. Shall we sit and talk?...Or stand and quip?", [d]
§iєkąᴥDrącul : She was happy on his shoulder and would lick the base of his neck then sit and watch the ladies tail swaying down his back. -e-
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena giggled softly as she saw that Sam had greeted her in his own little way as she spoke out. "I would rather sit and talk....not very good at the whole standing and quipping as of late, besides, its a long travel from Eladrin to here" She said as she went and sat at the table smiling to Odiana before speaking out. "I appreciate her <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : concern and thanks on the matter...which you are right I am here to discuss.." She said, since they were speaking of it already she had no reason to see anyone leave and have a private discussion since it has been made so public. She looked to him speakin out. "I am not angry with you Sam...I know you are of the freelance of sort...and you <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : probably accepted the task because you and the princess lately seem to have a clash in persona's..." She said as she removed her cloak letting it fall on the back of her chair and folding her hands on the table continuing to speak. "But I feel as though whoever hired you, like yourself does not realize that in a lot of ways she is still a child<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : and even though she may come off at times as.....well.....we shall call it bratty.....these last three months she has attempted to experience the world without her mother....and not exactly making the right decisions...has come off as negative to most...which due to her lack of experience is not completely her fault. She is working on trying to<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : gain said experience." She said softly but firmly as she eyed Sam now focusing on him continuing to speak. "But I am here to pay for your services as a free lancer....I know your one who likes to finish what you start, but before this causes a civil war...I would like to pay for your services also.." She explained contiunuing on. "Whatever <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : this person paid you to do this spell upon the princess I would like to pay you to remove it. I will pay you double, triple....or even if I must quadruple the amount the person that hired you paid, whatever the cost...I am willing to pay it to help her. She is more then just a princess to me, she is my niece and has been through enough." She <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : explained as she continued to speak. "I like you Sam, your a good friend and have a wonderful personality.....though sometimes you come across as crass, I would not want to loose our friendship.." She explained as she smiled and waited for him to respond to her offer. <e>
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : .: The fae-born admired the cat as it collected about Sam, and turned while still bearing through around what a contract might entail to behold Nimena, to whom she lightly rose upon her bare feet. “Lady.” She greeted warmly with a lingering nod of her head. She listened to the woman’s requests, curious about how >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : They’d both brought to bear similar ideas about paying off the mercenary Sam to bring reprieve to the Princess Gisselle. She was curious to see how he’d respond to Nimena’s request, which was almost identical to her own, but Nimena brought a higher presence from Eladrin than herself, which is what intrigued >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : Her about how reactions would unfold. She gave Sam a pleased look, as if to relay her relief that she wasn’t the only one who thought to try a different angle with the pay-for-hire. “Lady Nimena,” she began, to ensure that she did not misunderstand why the fae was in Sam’s company here. “I, too, sought >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : To strike a similar deal.” Conspiratorially, she glanced between them, then settled on Sam. “Perhaps with the price we each could bring, he’ll, this time, consider.” What did she owe to the Princess in Eladrin? She owed her the efforts to maintain her own honor between elf lord and Fae Queen, and it did help >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : That Odiana felt some strain of empathy for someone who’d endured so much in such short time. d :.
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam exhaled. He really was tired of this. Not the deals or the job. Just the tedium of everyone trying to persuade him one way or another. Maybe he mounted some heads on spikes they'd get the message. Sam persed his lips solemnly. His hand raised to scratch behind the cats ears. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Of course he would listen politely to Nimena. She was a diplomat and he really didn't like the idea of starting a civil war. Their was no profit in it for him...yet. Then he glanced to Odiana with her pleased look. Oh he didn't like that one bit. But he smiled and he listened. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ His other hand idly tapped his thumb ring against the hilt of his sword. "So...you like me...and she likes...something.", Sam shook his head grinding his teeth momentarily. But then he chuckled..."I don't want...money. What else do you have to throw on the table?", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ He gave the cat a small little...boop...on its nose. Then he looked back to Nimena and Odiana. "I will listen. Perhaps we can strike up a deal. I'm not disinclined to agree, though I'm not fully inclined to aquiesce to anything. Let's see how this goes.", He gestured to the seats. Then he promptly walked to his...and sat down. [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She smiled to Lady Odiana and spoke out. "I appreciate your efforts m'lady, it is very kind of you to travel so far and be willing to help without being asked...it means alot to me and the royal family.." She said warmly to her as she looked back to Sam, Odiana she was starting to admire even more, it is said that great minds think alike she <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : said chuckling in her mind as she spoke out. "I can offer whatever you may need or want.....the table is open for negotiation Sam....if you wish I can even have a plot of land for you in our homeland tax free if you need a stead.. new weaponry....or if you wish.." She said closing her eyes a moment speaking out. "If I must I will even take <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : her place...place it on me instead of her if you have to place it...If there is something else you seek please tell me.." She said, she prayed that she was able to finish it here and had to go no where else to settle this matter. Sam was good with speaking as long as you talked to him and not at him, thats what some including the princess did <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : not understand about him, but thats why Nimena was good with people, she could read them fairly easily and get along and blend with most as she awaited his response. <e>
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : .: This one was moody, wasn’t he? She observed, the fae becoming inclined to harry him over it, but she resisted for the sake of diplomacy. She’d defer to Nimena to make a proposal first, as she was closer to the situation, the Princess, and far higher ranked than herself in the Eladrin court. But first, it was praise and >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : Appreciation from Nimena, which pleasantly surprised the fae-born, whose pride delighted in it. She listened to Nimena’s proposition, considered the extensiveness of it, then added, turning her own grey eyes upon the mercenary. “And I can offer you time.” She started. “There is little of more value than that in this >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : Time-trodden world. With the condition that you cease taking contracts to the detriment of Princess Gisselle’s well-being henceforth.” In what manner did she offer ‘time?’ Was it fruit, was it a font of youth? She’d yet to say. The hook needed to drive in first. d :.
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Hell if this was all it took to get rich and get his wildest dreams he would've just abducted some Princess years ago. Sam crossed both of his arms across his chest. "Well...What if I wanted to court the Princess?", The blonde haired man smirked. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ He decided to go with the least obvious tactic. Ask for the dumbest thing possible. And asking to court the Princess was right up there with...Can I get the crown too? He smiled at both of them, letting the awkward silence grow on. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Then he spoke, "You offer me quite alot on a silver platter. I've money...I've land...I've only one weapon.", Then he looked to Odiana with a chuckle, "Youth?...My Lady...I am quite happy with the youth I have. Mine is not to worry about fate.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam worked the floor abit with the toe of his steel studded boot. "And could you make me a God too?...Look I do not look to insult either of you ladies. But please...take this abit more seriously and so will I. That's my only warning.", [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena raised an eyebrow, Sam was not suitable for the throne what so ever, especially an Elven court he has no experience in parliament. She kept her composure and spoke out in soft tones. "If that was your ending goal I am dissappointed to tell you that I could not approve of that union, the crown of the elven kingdom belongs to the elves, <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : If I allowed you to court, marry her, and she bore your children, her children would not be able to succeed the throne because they would be considered half breeds. I was originally suppose to succeed the throne but due to my lineage I had stepped down and let the royal blood of the Ronorian's take over...so no I am sorry I cannot except that <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : term...that one unfortunately is non negotiable, and I believe you do very well mean to demean my intentions, for if I was not serious I would not have ridden this long and this far to negotiate with you peacefully." She said softly continuing on. "Though....if you wish not for a peaceful approach and you wish for an even more serious approach<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : I could take this matter to King Matheus and Lady Catarina....even a freelance sword by her hiring you on occasion you still work for her, and attacking the princess of an allied kingdom when you have land in their country, is a big no no Sam. I would rather work it out with you but if you will not allow me to do so then I shall be forced to <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : climb the imperial ladder for results. I do not wish to take it that far but if I must I must.....she is more then just a princess she is my niece and as much as you are my friend she comes first.." She said politely and stood up stretching a moment replacing her cloak while looking to him awaiting a response. <e>
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : .: At the way he dismissed her offer in clear misunderstanding, she corrected him suddenly, “’Time.’ I said ‘Time,’ distinctly different than ‘Youth’ dear mercenary,” with a look of slight exasperation. Before elaborating on what –exactly- she meant, she again deferred to Nimena, who had taken a more firm, commanding >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : Stance now that she brought forth her leverage, which the fae-born appreciated. “Ultimately,” She added, “You’re playing your role as a contracted mercenary as an utmost concern of yours. As I understand the role, your considerations should fall within the domain of pros and cons; sometimes you make >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : A bad deal, what are the pros and cons in proceeding with it? Sounds like it’s largely cons by what the Lady Nimena has presented. Besides, you stand to make a greater profit by taking on our contract. The pros keep stacking in favor of Gisselle’s well-being, yes? I personally don’t know the Princess beyond name and >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : Reputation by those who evidently care for her. From that standpoint, the balance of pros and cons still look better for you to cease any harm toward her. Can we get a drink?” She added at the last, looking about, mostly interested in honeyed wine, not that wretched swill Mccall had poured for them the other night. d :.
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam chuckled. Now they were starting the process. "So...best to start negotiating for a lessening of what will be done to her. Because rest assured I know what will be done...and when...and why.", Sam leaned forward in his chair. His elbows rested on his knees as he laced his fingers together. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ "All I've to do...is say the word. And all of this is over, ill for her. Good for my client.", Sam tapped his two thumb rings together. "But I am a business man. And just like Odiana here said...the pros and cons way in favor of her surviving...mostly.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam looked at Odiana with a smile, "There is some wine behind my chair. As well as some dark bean brew. Help yourself.", Then he looked back at Nimena..."First...I will demand something simple. A simple reconciliation with you...in private. So that my safe passage to Eladrin is assured.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ He paused then, gesturing to Nimena. He had made the first offer. Now it was her turn. Their was a nuance and a cadence to these things. Sam...had his faces. Most saw his roguish face...Some saw his pained face. A rare few saw his lovers face. His business face had been set aside. Now he looked more...scholarly. He was enjoying himself. [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She didn't like being with him in a private setting but if it will settle the matter so be it. " Very well Sam lead the way.." She said softly as she stood bowing her head to Lady Odiana, her input was very helpful.. "I shall be with you soon, please enjoy your drink and wait for me.." She said softly to her as she turned on her heels and <C>
ΩBłǻċkΩIrǿŋ : *pries him from the floor and drags him into the cup*
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : ready to follow Sam for this more private discussion. She didn't like the fact that it was going to be ill for the princess and good for the client, but if it was bad or ill she knew that the protection spell King Sarkas had casted upon Gisselle last night should at least alleviate or help with some of the effects that Sam was more then ready <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : to administer against the princess and sighed heavily while following. <e>
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : .: The Sidhe perked her golden head at the request for a private audience from Nimena, glancing between the two. She didn’t know the woman that well beyond her kindness demonstrated upon Odiana’s arrival in Eladrin, but something crawled irritatingly under her skin for her sake, a foreboding around >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : Whatever the request might lead to. “If you must speak privately,” she declared ere they departed, “Keep in mind what Nimena illustrated regarding alliances already. That extends to Nimena’s well-being as well.” Her desire for a drink was forgotten as her storm-grey eyes followed the two, particularly narrowing >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : After Sam. “If harm befalls Nimena tonight, you only make your situation worse, mercenary.” Suddenly chipper and disturbingly bright, she concluded, “Keep that in mind!” beaming beneath eyes smiling so mirthfully that they closed. Was this how a fae threatened terrible things? Maybe! d :.
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam exhaled again. Then when Nimena stood up he raised his right hand palm outward..."Wait. I did not say the meeting would be tonight. We've still negotiations to conclude. If you hold this meeting...I will limit bodily harm to her.", Frowning. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Nimena was all ready to jump at his request. So he couldn't trust her. Sam turned his head to fix his grey eyes on Odiana..."People keep threatening. It's beginning to get on my nerves. Please stop.", His voice was drawn thin. He was not a nice man. "Now...drink or sit. But we talk. I'd like a counter offer, to limit bodily harm. We yet get to [c
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ a full dismissal of the...curse as it were.", [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She turned to Odiana and shook her head, she knew the woman meant well, but Nimena was a bit more resillient then she looked, there was a reason why she was in the position she was in and able to travel alone if needed to be. She looked to Sam when he refused to have the private conversation tonight as she spoke out. "I would like no bodily <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : harm sam or there is no negotiation......if there is no negotiation then I climb up the imperial ladder, that is not a threat towards you, I am not trying to threaten you, I am trying to have a friendly discussion. The people have been protective because the princess and potentially others are not as bad as they may seem....not all first <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : impressions are the right ones. If you are willing to remove the bodily harm completely I will negotiate terms, no limiting...completely removing.." She explained as she looked to him firmly and continued to speak. "I come here not showing or attempting bodily harm to you, I know you have a good pair of hearts in that body of yours.....listen<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : to them and me, I am attempting to prevent future problems with this incident, you are likely to cause a civil war by your actions.." She explained as she was trying to avoid that but if he kept playing games with this she was going to have little choice. "Speak with me tonight or I go straight to the Vanderian throne, I like you as a friend <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Sam, but I have no choice.." Her duty was first and foremost as she awaited his response. <e>
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : .: “Threats? I’m seated, and I’m negotiating. Which involves the continued hashing out of pros and cons, sir mercenary.” Then again, many negotiating tables involved veiled threats from both sides to influence decisions. It was the nature of these particular sort of arrangements. She was relieved that Nimena demonstrated >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : Her calm, yet steadfast resolve again, and thus, Odiana reclaimed quiet where she sat, observing. d :.
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Now she was getting to the meat of it. Sam smiled then. He leaned back in his chair picking up his cup of brew. "You go to the Crown...I will turn all of this into a nightmare.", Sam sniffed at the black bean brew then he took another long drink. "No bodily harm will come to her...as long as you take her place. I can split the curse.", He said[c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ thoughtfully. Sam swished the liquid again. "I will perform the word tonight...for her. So it is done and my client is satisfied. You however...will meet me tomorrow. If you do not show...I will hold this negotiation forfeit. And you would not like that.", He raised his eyes to her again and drink even more. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ The beans would keep him up half of the night. "I like you as a friend as well Nimena. But my work comes first. Even my lovers know that much.", And then he waited for what she had to say. Or perhaps she had a counter offer. [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : "You name the time and place Sam I will be there, like you said work comes first, and I have a job to do just as well as you do.." His was to attack the princess, hers was to protect the monarchy. and the treaties that exist within the monarchy, so they were currently being pitted against each other in a game of political chest. "But you <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : saying I go to the crown and you turn this into a nightmare, my dear is that not a threat against me? I have not threatened you, just explaining you that my duties force me to take said actions and explaining to you my steps I must take so we can try to avoid the ugliness of consequences on both sides.. You are paid to currently attack the<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : monarchy, I am paid to protect it. Currently we are being pitted against each other but that does not mean we have to make this ugly. I would rather you place the curse mostly on me then on her. I can take it better then she can...please if you could oblige me, if anything else because on that I am asking as your friend...not as a diplomat" <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : she said softly as she waited for him to respond. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ While he wanted to give into her Sam just could not give her all of what she wanted. Sam tapped his thumb ring against the side of his cup..."Then you will bear a larger share. And I will not be held responsible to what happens to you. However...if I find you forfeit...then the Princess will receive it worse.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam waved his hand, "That is my caveat. I dislike not getting paid. If I trigger the word...she will be immune to what happens to you. Unless you do not show...and then I hold no promises to just how bad it might get.", Sam took another drink from the brew. "What say you?", [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena was a little nervous about this but she nodded keeping her nerves in check and keeping a straight face the whole time. "Very well I accept, you tell me where to meet and I swear on my oath to Eladrin I shall be where you specify, if you trigger most on me you will not only get paid but have safe passage to return to Eladrin...I know you <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : are under durress with this client and I appreciate you speaking to me and at least coming to a compromise.." She said softly as she waited for him to trigger it and have it come down on her if need be, or at least mostly on her, if it was only half on the princess and the princess had the protection spell, at least she could protect her from <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : most of the pain if there is any. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam sighed. He sat down the mug of brew with a chuckle. "We have an accord Lady Nimena. You have my word that as long as the terms are fulfilled...then this contract shall be concluded.", He ran a hand over his face. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ "I will come to you tomorrow. Do not worry about a time. I will be...discreet.", As he inclined his head to her Sam pointed to Odiana..."One word. And we'll have trouble. These negotiations are private...for now.", Sam smiled as he looked back at Nimena and clapped his hands. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ "So then...the word...Well that's easy. Bird...is the word.", And in truth...bird was the word. As he said the word a single rivulet of blood ran down his forhead from an undisclosed spot. It settled onto his lip and he tasted copper. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ The psychic link would be pulled taut. Meanwhile in Eladrin, Gisselle would feel its effects first. She would begin to experience and extreme discomfort in her stomach...followed by a rather loud and very very long wheezing fart...The smell would linger some time. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam fixed his grey eyes on Nimena. The Lady Nimena however would experience a tingling sensation running down her spine as she now bore the brunt of payment. Sam smiled and clapped his hands again. "I think that settles it until tomorrow.", [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena felt the tingling alon her spine and wondered what that was about, she prayed the princess was alright but still feared for her, but couldn't be there to protect her, she knew that If bearing a brunt was a tingling down her spine she would manage. She nodded speaking out. "Until tomororw then.." She said softly then she heard people <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : speaking of a requested healer needed in Phaelador. She said nothing of it and decided that would be her next destination after this meeting with Sam tomorrow, she knew that Vanderia didn't have many healers to spare and since she was out and about she would manage, besides Sivella was in Eladrin if they were in need of one. She waited for him<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : to say his goodbye as she stood there quietly. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ He gave her a nod, "Until tomorrow.", Sam smiled then leaned back in his chair. Once more he propped up his feet on the opposite chair. Reaching for his book he thumbed it open to his spot. Chuckling to himself he resumed his reading. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Tomorrow...well now wasn't that going to be interesting. Sam was an odd pickled sort of man. Once you though you knew what he might do...he often surprised you. It kept things lively. [d]
§iєkąᴥDrącul : A smallish black cat would wind its way through the halls and finally finding what she sought she would twine herself around Sam's legs, giving off a rough purr. Green eyes would look up at him and beg to be lifted into his arms. -e-
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : several situatioins escalate due to tempers flairing before getting all the answers. She walked up to the castle after dismounting her horse Reyn and walking him up to the gates avoiding the spires thankfully as she spoke to one of the guards. "Lady Nimena Numenesse of Eladrin....I come to seek a word with Sam, Lady Catarina's swordsman.." The<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : the guard allowed her entry and she handed her horse to one of them bowing her head in thanks. She removed the hood of her cloak, her long snow white hair flowing down her back wearing all black, a large contrast to her pale features. Silver eyes scanned the area as she entered the castle quietly standing tall. She spoke to a couple of maids <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : looking for Sam....it was a little bit nerve wrecking for her to see him after their last encounter, but she did not show it on her features and stood tall and firm with kind features on her face showing she was no threat as she was being taken to see him. <e>
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : .: A job? By whom? She expected that if she asked, he’d not tell, to maintain contract confidentiality. Perhaps it took a fae to look at how to address the situation differently then. “You’ll not likely tell me the nature of her circumstances, or who would wish them upon her. But. Being that I am not honor-bound >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : To that elven domain, and to bring honor to my own Queen, I suppose it falls upon me to look to assist.” She observed his seemingly disgruntled shiftings. “Oh, don’t be surprised, but being detached from the woman, I think I am able to see a beneficial proposition for us both.” Why was he reading about war economics, >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : She then considered as her mind secondarily sought out possible culprits who’d hire him. “*I’ll* hire you! What say you?” She declared merrily. Because, she thought, she believed she understood a degree of what he was, and would play in those terms. d :.
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ He blinked. Soom looked down at his feet eyeing a cat who was running around his legs. He smiled down at it. Having a rough idea of who it might be, it was one or the other. Then he looked up again..."You wish to assist?...You wish to hire me?...Then speak with me when my contract is done. We will discuss terms.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Inhaling sharply he squared his jaw. Sam was not upset or peeved. He had just sunk into a grim faced business demeanor. Joviality would wait. His left hand rested on the hilt of his sword, strapped about his waist at the moment. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ "We've a guest.", Reaching down he picked up the little cat, resting her on his shoulder. Sam's grey eyes fell on Nimena..."Ah...what can I do for you Lady Nimena? Lady Odiana was just inquiring about what I believe your here to do. Shall we sit and talk?...Or stand and quip?", [d]
§iєkąᴥDrącul : She was happy on his shoulder and would lick the base of his neck then sit and watch the ladies tail swaying down his back. -e-
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena giggled softly as she saw that Sam had greeted her in his own little way as she spoke out. "I would rather sit and talk....not very good at the whole standing and quipping as of late, besides, its a long travel from Eladrin to here" She said as she went and sat at the table smiling to Odiana before speaking out. "I appreciate her <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : concern and thanks on the matter...which you are right I am here to discuss.." She said, since they were speaking of it already she had no reason to see anyone leave and have a private discussion since it has been made so public. She looked to him speakin out. "I am not angry with you Sam...I know you are of the freelance of sort...and you <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : probably accepted the task because you and the princess lately seem to have a clash in persona's..." She said as she removed her cloak letting it fall on the back of her chair and folding her hands on the table continuing to speak. "But I feel as though whoever hired you, like yourself does not realize that in a lot of ways she is still a child<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : and even though she may come off at times as.....well.....we shall call it bratty.....these last three months she has attempted to experience the world without her mother....and not exactly making the right decisions...has come off as negative to most...which due to her lack of experience is not completely her fault. She is working on trying to<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : gain said experience." She said softly but firmly as she eyed Sam now focusing on him continuing to speak. "But I am here to pay for your services as a free lancer....I know your one who likes to finish what you start, but before this causes a civil war...I would like to pay for your services also.." She explained contiunuing on. "Whatever <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : this person paid you to do this spell upon the princess I would like to pay you to remove it. I will pay you double, triple....or even if I must quadruple the amount the person that hired you paid, whatever the cost...I am willing to pay it to help her. She is more then just a princess to me, she is my niece and has been through enough." She <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : explained as she continued to speak. "I like you Sam, your a good friend and have a wonderful personality.....though sometimes you come across as crass, I would not want to loose our friendship.." She explained as she smiled and waited for him to respond to her offer. <e>
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : .: The fae-born admired the cat as it collected about Sam, and turned while still bearing through around what a contract might entail to behold Nimena, to whom she lightly rose upon her bare feet. “Lady.” She greeted warmly with a lingering nod of her head. She listened to the woman’s requests, curious about how >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : They’d both brought to bear similar ideas about paying off the mercenary Sam to bring reprieve to the Princess Gisselle. She was curious to see how he’d respond to Nimena’s request, which was almost identical to her own, but Nimena brought a higher presence from Eladrin than herself, which is what intrigued >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : Her about how reactions would unfold. She gave Sam a pleased look, as if to relay her relief that she wasn’t the only one who thought to try a different angle with the pay-for-hire. “Lady Nimena,” she began, to ensure that she did not misunderstand why the fae was in Sam’s company here. “I, too, sought >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : To strike a similar deal.” Conspiratorially, she glanced between them, then settled on Sam. “Perhaps with the price we each could bring, he’ll, this time, consider.” What did she owe to the Princess in Eladrin? She owed her the efforts to maintain her own honor between elf lord and Fae Queen, and it did help >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : That Odiana felt some strain of empathy for someone who’d endured so much in such short time. d :.
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam exhaled. He really was tired of this. Not the deals or the job. Just the tedium of everyone trying to persuade him one way or another. Maybe he mounted some heads on spikes they'd get the message. Sam persed his lips solemnly. His hand raised to scratch behind the cats ears. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Of course he would listen politely to Nimena. She was a diplomat and he really didn't like the idea of starting a civil war. Their was no profit in it for him...yet. Then he glanced to Odiana with her pleased look. Oh he didn't like that one bit. But he smiled and he listened. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ His other hand idly tapped his thumb ring against the hilt of his sword. "So...you like me...and she likes...something.", Sam shook his head grinding his teeth momentarily. But then he chuckled..."I don't want...money. What else do you have to throw on the table?", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ He gave the cat a small little...boop...on its nose. Then he looked back to Nimena and Odiana. "I will listen. Perhaps we can strike up a deal. I'm not disinclined to agree, though I'm not fully inclined to aquiesce to anything. Let's see how this goes.", He gestured to the seats. Then he promptly walked to his...and sat down. [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She smiled to Lady Odiana and spoke out. "I appreciate your efforts m'lady, it is very kind of you to travel so far and be willing to help without being asked...it means alot to me and the royal family.." She said warmly to her as she looked back to Sam, Odiana she was starting to admire even more, it is said that great minds think alike she <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : said chuckling in her mind as she spoke out. "I can offer whatever you may need or want.....the table is open for negotiation Sam....if you wish I can even have a plot of land for you in our homeland tax free if you need a stead.. new weaponry....or if you wish.." She said closing her eyes a moment speaking out. "If I must I will even take <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : her place...place it on me instead of her if you have to place it...If there is something else you seek please tell me.." She said, she prayed that she was able to finish it here and had to go no where else to settle this matter. Sam was good with speaking as long as you talked to him and not at him, thats what some including the princess did <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : not understand about him, but thats why Nimena was good with people, she could read them fairly easily and get along and blend with most as she awaited his response. <e>
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : .: This one was moody, wasn’t he? She observed, the fae becoming inclined to harry him over it, but she resisted for the sake of diplomacy. She’d defer to Nimena to make a proposal first, as she was closer to the situation, the Princess, and far higher ranked than herself in the Eladrin court. But first, it was praise and >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : Appreciation from Nimena, which pleasantly surprised the fae-born, whose pride delighted in it. She listened to Nimena’s proposition, considered the extensiveness of it, then added, turning her own grey eyes upon the mercenary. “And I can offer you time.” She started. “There is little of more value than that in this >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : Time-trodden world. With the condition that you cease taking contracts to the detriment of Princess Gisselle’s well-being henceforth.” In what manner did she offer ‘time?’ Was it fruit, was it a font of youth? She’d yet to say. The hook needed to drive in first. d :.
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Hell if this was all it took to get rich and get his wildest dreams he would've just abducted some Princess years ago. Sam crossed both of his arms across his chest. "Well...What if I wanted to court the Princess?", The blonde haired man smirked. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ He decided to go with the least obvious tactic. Ask for the dumbest thing possible. And asking to court the Princess was right up there with...Can I get the crown too? He smiled at both of them, letting the awkward silence grow on. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Then he spoke, "You offer me quite alot on a silver platter. I've money...I've land...I've only one weapon.", Then he looked to Odiana with a chuckle, "Youth?...My Lady...I am quite happy with the youth I have. Mine is not to worry about fate.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam worked the floor abit with the toe of his steel studded boot. "And could you make me a God too?...Look I do not look to insult either of you ladies. But please...take this abit more seriously and so will I. That's my only warning.", [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena raised an eyebrow, Sam was not suitable for the throne what so ever, especially an Elven court he has no experience in parliament. She kept her composure and spoke out in soft tones. "If that was your ending goal I am dissappointed to tell you that I could not approve of that union, the crown of the elven kingdom belongs to the elves, <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : If I allowed you to court, marry her, and she bore your children, her children would not be able to succeed the throne because they would be considered half breeds. I was originally suppose to succeed the throne but due to my lineage I had stepped down and let the royal blood of the Ronorian's take over...so no I am sorry I cannot except that <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : term...that one unfortunately is non negotiable, and I believe you do very well mean to demean my intentions, for if I was not serious I would not have ridden this long and this far to negotiate with you peacefully." She said softly continuing on. "Though....if you wish not for a peaceful approach and you wish for an even more serious approach<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : I could take this matter to King Matheus and Lady Catarina....even a freelance sword by her hiring you on occasion you still work for her, and attacking the princess of an allied kingdom when you have land in their country, is a big no no Sam. I would rather work it out with you but if you will not allow me to do so then I shall be forced to <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : climb the imperial ladder for results. I do not wish to take it that far but if I must I must.....she is more then just a princess she is my niece and as much as you are my friend she comes first.." She said politely and stood up stretching a moment replacing her cloak while looking to him awaiting a response. <e>
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : .: At the way he dismissed her offer in clear misunderstanding, she corrected him suddenly, “’Time.’ I said ‘Time,’ distinctly different than ‘Youth’ dear mercenary,” with a look of slight exasperation. Before elaborating on what –exactly- she meant, she again deferred to Nimena, who had taken a more firm, commanding >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : Stance now that she brought forth her leverage, which the fae-born appreciated. “Ultimately,” She added, “You’re playing your role as a contracted mercenary as an utmost concern of yours. As I understand the role, your considerations should fall within the domain of pros and cons; sometimes you make >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : A bad deal, what are the pros and cons in proceeding with it? Sounds like it’s largely cons by what the Lady Nimena has presented. Besides, you stand to make a greater profit by taking on our contract. The pros keep stacking in favor of Gisselle’s well-being, yes? I personally don’t know the Princess beyond name and >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : Reputation by those who evidently care for her. From that standpoint, the balance of pros and cons still look better for you to cease any harm toward her. Can we get a drink?” She added at the last, looking about, mostly interested in honeyed wine, not that wretched swill Mccall had poured for them the other night. d :.
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam chuckled. Now they were starting the process. "So...best to start negotiating for a lessening of what will be done to her. Because rest assured I know what will be done...and when...and why.", Sam leaned forward in his chair. His elbows rested on his knees as he laced his fingers together. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ "All I've to do...is say the word. And all of this is over, ill for her. Good for my client.", Sam tapped his two thumb rings together. "But I am a business man. And just like Odiana here said...the pros and cons way in favor of her surviving...mostly.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam looked at Odiana with a smile, "There is some wine behind my chair. As well as some dark bean brew. Help yourself.", Then he looked back at Nimena..."First...I will demand something simple. A simple reconciliation with you...in private. So that my safe passage to Eladrin is assured.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ He paused then, gesturing to Nimena. He had made the first offer. Now it was her turn. Their was a nuance and a cadence to these things. Sam...had his faces. Most saw his roguish face...Some saw his pained face. A rare few saw his lovers face. His business face had been set aside. Now he looked more...scholarly. He was enjoying himself. [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She didn't like being with him in a private setting but if it will settle the matter so be it. " Very well Sam lead the way.." She said softly as she stood bowing her head to Lady Odiana, her input was very helpful.. "I shall be with you soon, please enjoy your drink and wait for me.." She said softly to her as she turned on her heels and <C>
ΩBłǻċkΩIrǿŋ : *pries him from the floor and drags him into the cup*
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : ready to follow Sam for this more private discussion. She didn't like the fact that it was going to be ill for the princess and good for the client, but if it was bad or ill she knew that the protection spell King Sarkas had casted upon Gisselle last night should at least alleviate or help with some of the effects that Sam was more then ready <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : to administer against the princess and sighed heavily while following. <e>
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : .: The Sidhe perked her golden head at the request for a private audience from Nimena, glancing between the two. She didn’t know the woman that well beyond her kindness demonstrated upon Odiana’s arrival in Eladrin, but something crawled irritatingly under her skin for her sake, a foreboding around >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : Whatever the request might lead to. “If you must speak privately,” she declared ere they departed, “Keep in mind what Nimena illustrated regarding alliances already. That extends to Nimena’s well-being as well.” Her desire for a drink was forgotten as her storm-grey eyes followed the two, particularly narrowing >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : After Sam. “If harm befalls Nimena tonight, you only make your situation worse, mercenary.” Suddenly chipper and disturbingly bright, she concluded, “Keep that in mind!” beaming beneath eyes smiling so mirthfully that they closed. Was this how a fae threatened terrible things? Maybe! d :.
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam exhaled again. Then when Nimena stood up he raised his right hand palm outward..."Wait. I did not say the meeting would be tonight. We've still negotiations to conclude. If you hold this meeting...I will limit bodily harm to her.", Frowning. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Nimena was all ready to jump at his request. So he couldn't trust her. Sam turned his head to fix his grey eyes on Odiana..."People keep threatening. It's beginning to get on my nerves. Please stop.", His voice was drawn thin. He was not a nice man. "Now...drink or sit. But we talk. I'd like a counter offer, to limit bodily harm. We yet get to [c
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ a full dismissal of the...curse as it were.", [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She turned to Odiana and shook her head, she knew the woman meant well, but Nimena was a bit more resillient then she looked, there was a reason why she was in the position she was in and able to travel alone if needed to be. She looked to Sam when he refused to have the private conversation tonight as she spoke out. "I would like no bodily <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : harm sam or there is no negotiation......if there is no negotiation then I climb up the imperial ladder, that is not a threat towards you, I am not trying to threaten you, I am trying to have a friendly discussion. The people have been protective because the princess and potentially others are not as bad as they may seem....not all first <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : impressions are the right ones. If you are willing to remove the bodily harm completely I will negotiate terms, no limiting...completely removing.." She explained as she looked to him firmly and continued to speak. "I come here not showing or attempting bodily harm to you, I know you have a good pair of hearts in that body of yours.....listen<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : to them and me, I am attempting to prevent future problems with this incident, you are likely to cause a civil war by your actions.." She explained as she was trying to avoid that but if he kept playing games with this she was going to have little choice. "Speak with me tonight or I go straight to the Vanderian throne, I like you as a friend <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Sam, but I have no choice.." Her duty was first and foremost as she awaited his response. <e>
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : .: “Threats? I’m seated, and I’m negotiating. Which involves the continued hashing out of pros and cons, sir mercenary.” Then again, many negotiating tables involved veiled threats from both sides to influence decisions. It was the nature of these particular sort of arrangements. She was relieved that Nimena demonstrated >
Оᴅїᴀɴᴀ❇Aєтнєʟwуɴє : Her calm, yet steadfast resolve again, and thus, Odiana reclaimed quiet where she sat, observing. d :.
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Now she was getting to the meat of it. Sam smiled then. He leaned back in his chair picking up his cup of brew. "You go to the Crown...I will turn all of this into a nightmare.", Sam sniffed at the black bean brew then he took another long drink. "No bodily harm will come to her...as long as you take her place. I can split the curse.", He said[c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ thoughtfully. Sam swished the liquid again. "I will perform the word tonight...for her. So it is done and my client is satisfied. You however...will meet me tomorrow. If you do not show...I will hold this negotiation forfeit. And you would not like that.", He raised his eyes to her again and drink even more. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ The beans would keep him up half of the night. "I like you as a friend as well Nimena. But my work comes first. Even my lovers know that much.", And then he waited for what she had to say. Or perhaps she had a counter offer. [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : "You name the time and place Sam I will be there, like you said work comes first, and I have a job to do just as well as you do.." His was to attack the princess, hers was to protect the monarchy. and the treaties that exist within the monarchy, so they were currently being pitted against each other in a game of political chest. "But you <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : saying I go to the crown and you turn this into a nightmare, my dear is that not a threat against me? I have not threatened you, just explaining you that my duties force me to take said actions and explaining to you my steps I must take so we can try to avoid the ugliness of consequences on both sides.. You are paid to currently attack the<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : monarchy, I am paid to protect it. Currently we are being pitted against each other but that does not mean we have to make this ugly. I would rather you place the curse mostly on me then on her. I can take it better then she can...please if you could oblige me, if anything else because on that I am asking as your friend...not as a diplomat" <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : she said softly as she waited for him to respond. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ While he wanted to give into her Sam just could not give her all of what she wanted. Sam tapped his thumb ring against the side of his cup..."Then you will bear a larger share. And I will not be held responsible to what happens to you. However...if I find you forfeit...then the Princess will receive it worse.", [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam waved his hand, "That is my caveat. I dislike not getting paid. If I trigger the word...she will be immune to what happens to you. Unless you do not show...and then I hold no promises to just how bad it might get.", Sam took another drink from the brew. "What say you?", [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena was a little nervous about this but she nodded keeping her nerves in check and keeping a straight face the whole time. "Very well I accept, you tell me where to meet and I swear on my oath to Eladrin I shall be where you specify, if you trigger most on me you will not only get paid but have safe passage to return to Eladrin...I know you <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : are under durress with this client and I appreciate you speaking to me and at least coming to a compromise.." She said softly as she waited for him to trigger it and have it come down on her if need be, or at least mostly on her, if it was only half on the princess and the princess had the protection spell, at least she could protect her from <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : most of the pain if there is any. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam sighed. He sat down the mug of brew with a chuckle. "We have an accord Lady Nimena. You have my word that as long as the terms are fulfilled...then this contract shall be concluded.", He ran a hand over his face. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ "I will come to you tomorrow. Do not worry about a time. I will be...discreet.", As he inclined his head to her Sam pointed to Odiana..."One word. And we'll have trouble. These negotiations are private...for now.", Sam smiled as he looked back at Nimena and clapped his hands. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ "So then...the word...Well that's easy. Bird...is the word.", And in truth...bird was the word. As he said the word a single rivulet of blood ran down his forhead from an undisclosed spot. It settled onto his lip and he tasted copper. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ The psychic link would be pulled taut. Meanwhile in Eladrin, Gisselle would feel its effects first. She would begin to experience and extreme discomfort in her stomach...followed by a rather loud and very very long wheezing fart...The smell would linger some time. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Sam fixed his grey eyes on Nimena. The Lady Nimena however would experience a tingling sensation running down her spine as she now bore the brunt of payment. Sam smiled and clapped his hands again. "I think that settles it until tomorrow.", [d]
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena felt the tingling alon her spine and wondered what that was about, she prayed the princess was alright but still feared for her, but couldn't be there to protect her, she knew that If bearing a brunt was a tingling down her spine she would manage. She nodded speaking out. "Until tomororw then.." She said softly then she heard people <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : speaking of a requested healer needed in Phaelador. She said nothing of it and decided that would be her next destination after this meeting with Sam tomorrow, she knew that Vanderia didn't have many healers to spare and since she was out and about she would manage, besides Sivella was in Eladrin if they were in need of one. She waited for him<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : to say his goodbye as she stood there quietly. <e>
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ He gave her a nod, "Until tomorrow.", Sam smiled then leaned back in his chair. Once more he propped up his feet on the opposite chair. Reaching for his book he thumbed it open to his spot. Chuckling to himself he resumed his reading. [c]
Ɵ•ѕамuяаі : [ Tomorrow...well now wasn't that going to be interesting. Sam was an odd pickled sort of man. Once you though you knew what he might do...he often surprised you. It kept things lively. [d]
