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He grabbed the servant as he went past the pillar behind which Tyriel hid.

"Did you get it??"

The servant handed him the parchment.

One glance over was all it needed - there were more than enough repectable names on the list to make it worthwile.

"You've done well, boy.."

He reached down to his belt and retrieved a small pouch of gold, but just before the clerk took it, Tyriel withdrew his arm.

"And noone was suspicious of you gathering everyone's name?? Noone suspects anything?"

The boy gave a furtive glance back into the reception area, and then shook his head. It was obvious he just wanted to take the money and get out of their.

"Good."

The pouch thunked down into the serf's waiting hand, and it was obvious he was impressed by it's wieght.

"Now, Jamut here will escort you outside. If i were you boy, i'd be as far from here as possible in as quick a time as possible. Especially considering your... 'involvement'."

And as the large man next to him led the boy out through the small and hidden servants entrance at the side of the hall, Tyriel dared a quick glance across the hall and the crowded guests.

A dull Swish. Crrk. Thunk. from the direction of the servant's entrance.

Silence.

The large man, Jamut, was once again at Tyriel's side, and as Tyriel held out his hand Jamut dropped the pouch -now slightly stained with blood- into his hand.

"I trust you didn't make too much of a mess??

The large man simply grunted.

"And the rest of the men, they are ready??

Grunt.

"Good. Tell them to move to their positions, ready themselves and then wait for my word."

And the oaf was gone again.
Tyriel glanced over the names on the list one more time - yes, it easily worth the job. His financer should be well pleased with these pickings.


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This was turning out to be a horrible day. How could being in the presence of one man cause her to completely go witless? Her mouth opened and closed silently, despite her best efforts to voice her apologies. Her eyes widened at his own extension of regrets. He thought she'd done this deliberately? He thought she would take out her ire with the servant on the lord? She truly had given him a bad impression if he thought her capable of such pettiness. The thought saddened her and she wanted desperately to tell him it wasn't true. Yet still her voice wouldn't work and all she could do was stare.

Her mortification manifested itself in her color. She could feel it when it began. The slow heating of skin where a blush was forming. It began in her toes. By the time it reached her neck and face, she was almost scarlet over her entire body. She'd never been so humiliated in her life, and unable to do anything about it. And what for? Hormones that had chosen a terrible moment to betray her.

She finally stuttered out a few words, she thought were an apology. She hoped were an apology.

I...I'm terribly sorry. I did not mean to...

Her words ran together rapidly in a jumbled barrage of consonants and vowels that even she herself couldn't fully understand. She closed her eyes tightly and fought the panic welling up, wondering for the 100th time what had induced her to actually come into the hall where all the people were. In hand to hand combat she was capable. In one on one conversations, she was formidable. In social events where manners and niceties had to be followed, she was pathetic. It could only get worse. She needed to leave before she did more damage to Tallula's cause. Inept employees reflected badly on the employer. Besides. She couldn't think around this man and she didn't like feeling out of control.

She swallowed and straightened her shoulders, slipping back into the only social defense she had that could possibly work. She became aloof- or as aloof as a bright red face would allow. She nodded at Karhedron and tried to pretend his presence wasn't affecting her in the least.

My apologies sir. I'll be happy to pay for any damage done...

My name is Grace. Grace Jazar. I work for Vice-Chairwoman Tallula...

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Tallula blushed at her error, she hated being mistaken. For a moment she didn't mose, retain her calm composure, it was getting harder these days to do so. She smiled and turned her face to the floor, curled tendrils falling around her face like a curtain hiding her embarassment. She looked back up and giggled softly, smiling at the human in front of her.

My most sinscere appologies, I'm afraid the page has never seen a Droben before. He was a bit distracted I fear. This reception continues even after the council meeting begins. I'll see to it that you are sent notice as soon as the council begins.

Something seemed wrong, there was an unease in the air she couldn't put from her mind. It was always there, nagging at the corners of her thoughts; taunting her with the shadowy and illusiven nature of it's threat. It was worse now though, she wasn't sure why but something was telling her blood was shead nearby. She looked up to the rafters looking for her feathered guardians, but only found one.

My Lord Venworth, I would pray you do not think me rude, but there is something I must check on. Would you excuse me for one moment my Lord?

She smiled, bowed her head to the man, and moved for the door. Something was off, something was not right, her ravens never left her side.

Silly woman, getting worked up over a bird...

She pushed the door open and stepped into the hall, finding it bright and cheerfully lit. A few people mingled out here and she smiled and nodded to them as she moved up the hallway. She turned right and headed down a hallway, leaving the bright lighting behind her. She made her way to a pocket of shadow and removed her shoes, leaving them behind to contine in silence.

She wasn't sure how she knew it, but she could tell she was getting closer to the Raven. She began breathing as soft as she could, using all the training Grace had instilled in her, moving toward the feeling. She was fairly sure she was in the servent's halls, moving toward the ballroom where the members of the council were enjoying themselves. She chided herself for being so foolish and running off like this... until she rounded the corner and saw the boy's body laying in a pool of blood. The Ravin sat on the boy's chest and Tallula didn't have to look to know the eyes would be gone. She shuddered despiter herself.

Quietly she crept forward and looked over the boy, his head caved in on the side. She reached out and lifted his arm, noticing riggor mortis was just setting in. The killer would be near by.

She stood and looked back the way she had come, deciding that if there was this much blood, the murderer most likely would have been unable to go back through the chamber hall. Rising from the boy she moved back the way she came, searching the floor with her elven senses for any sign of blood...

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It was all the same to him, really.

He was bored out of his mind, wandering aimlessly about the Republic council hall for what seemed like eons. Mostly because the bureaucracy throbbed like a slowly dying beetle throughout the collective minds of higher beings. For some reason, common folk liked it quite a lot. It was sad really.

The cloak was getting heavy for him, and he dare not use his powers to lighten it or such, because he was sure someone would pick up his wavelengths of power like a huge homing bea-

Now that was an odd feeling.

Hefelt very hungry all of a sudden, and this seemed to coincide with the death of someone fairly unimportant. Someone who died in these premises, nearby, if he was on today.

Busy, busy, busy.

Probably infuriating politics gone bad, or some subplot to do such and such to who and who, it made no difference to him, he just occasionally enjoyed the leavings of such activities.

And he was quite hungry.

Even though he really couldn't feed at the moment, he could investigate and try to ingratiate himself to some ulterior motive, maybe get some information before he disposed of his nice informants. People tended to be so wrapped up in their own sordid details they rarely examined the greater picture.

He lived for the big picture, it was his lifeblood, though the term was amusingly contradictory in a way.

He stepped into the hallways that he assumed the servants used to avoid the main highways of the building. They were baroquely lit and decorated, the light tended to burn his retinas, but he adjusted fairly quickly. Following the...scent was easy, and he could see remnants of struggle fairly soon.

Someone had killed a servant boy. No great loss. He lay in a puddle of his own blood, with some trailing off lazily. He snorted, this was turning out to be pretty worthless, and it wouldn't do him to show up at the council in the company of the dead, bad first impressions tend to stick.

He would've strolled carelessly away, had he not noticed the woman a few feet beyond, that he had stupidly ignored because his hunger was rising so much.

A snack, perchance?

Probably a poor idea, she was dressed noble and had the bearing, in a nice shade of red, almost scarlet.

Scarlet?

That reminded him of someone, but she would have no purpose here, and he would surely sense her if she were here. But then again, his hunger had masked greater power before.

Oh well.

He was bored, a bit too much, as it were.

"Hello there, my Lady Tallula, I presume? What brings you to such an occasion?" Sickly, he was referencing the current circumstance with little more than slight humor.

Nothing new, he supposed.

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As her left foot hit the ground she herd it. The sound of someone inhaling quickly screamed in her ears and she pushed her right foot off the floor hard, throwing herself into a spin and ducking. She landed facing the opposite direction, where the body lay in a half crouch magical energies crackling between her fingers.

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"Hello there, my Lady Tallula, I presume? What brings you to such an occasion?"


The man stood about 10 feet from her, shrouded in the shadow of the alcove. He spoke in a crisp clear voice, enunciating each word in the fashion of the nobility. She narrowed her eyes and watched him. His stance was relaxed, perfectly relaxed.

Great, a dead body, a man in a cloak and I'm alone... I've got to stop sneaking away from Grace She thought

She straight ed and pulled the energies back within herself, not taking her eyes off the man for an instant. She smiled coolly and stepped forward, moving smoothly and silently as a cat she stepped around the little body, dancing to the right of the blood. She moved toward him, her eyes growing more narrow. She could see the man's jaw, but nothing enough to recognize him

I fear I'm at a disadvantage... You know who I am and I haven't the slightest idea who you are.

She took a step forward. If this man just walked up on this it could be quite bad for her. Being found walking away from a dead body could be a huge blow to one's reputation. If he intended on making this difficult, she would have to eliminate his chance to do so. In a voice as cold and flat as ice she asked -

Might I have your name good sir?

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Careful, careful, careful.

This one was a firecracker, he hadn't expected that much. He felt cross with himself for this underestimation, never sneak up on a potentially homicidal woman in a red dress, it was bad luck or something.

Easy, easy, easy.

He bowed fluidly, despite the cumbersome trappings he currently sported. His easy attitude didn't seem to calm her in the slightest, though she did give the semblance of calm by approaching him slowly. Dangerous, not good, not good at all. He liked anonymity.

"You must forgive me for sneaking up on you, Lady, I meant no surprise or harm. You may call me Hunter, all my friends call me as such." He wasn't her friend, she wasn't his friend. False pretenses were a funny thing that served well in most situations.

"I assume that you don't have anything to do with this, as this could be bad for you, Lady Chairperson, so forgive me if I'm not more shaken up. I've seen far worse." He had. He had created worse in his time. He was funny like that.

Careful, careful, careful.

She was quite powerful, he wasn't sure how much of it she realized. No matter for now, most actions she could contrive would really only make him retaliate and blow his cover. But that was not ideal, he liked cat and mouse.

"I have been looking for you, my Lady, I'm glad I found you." That much at least was true, but truth was a volatile thing, so relatively defined and shady.

All those noble virtues, so easily corruptible without even violating them. Tasty to think about.

Hunger.

Yes, he was.

Hunger...

There was time yet for that, but not quite yet.

Easy, easy, easy.

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My name is Grace. Grace Jazar. I work for Vice-Chairwoman Tallula...


Grace?

Yes, the name suited her. She had certainly thrown the wine with quite some grace....

Tallula?

...So that would explain the giggling.

Work?!

Ah. A servant. Oh dear.

The Prince removed all thoughts of bowing and hand kissing and simply returned the nod, attempting to cover his besottedness.

"Much obliged to make your aquaintance. I am Prince Karhedron Sa...."

He was glancing over Grace's shoulder to where Talulla had been standing, and found the Vice-Chair suddenly missing. Still mid-sentence he turned his gaze around the room to locate the disappearing mistress, and instead something at the very far edge of the room caught his eye - several dark figures were moving in the shadows from pillar to pillar at the far end of the hall...

huh?

"... ...you will have to excuse me a moment."

With thoughts of the woman still turning in his mind, he repeated the slight nod and moved past her in the direction of the figures. Possibly there were other embarassed Lords and Ladies taking refuge behind the distant pillars, but something in Karhedron's mind told him otherwise... Or perhaps it was simply that his recent re-introduction to the more sinister-sex was making him more suspicious.

Karhedron glanced across the room to locate his Guardsmen, but instead caught the eye of a pair of messengers that appeared to be heading towards him.

But they'd have to wait, the Prince decided... Something in his mind was telling him something was amiss!

By now Karhedron was half way across the room, but as he looked towards the pillars once more the shadowy figures were not to be seen. Also, it appeared obvious that the messengers would reach the Prince before he reached his destination, and so he slowed to allow the messengers to approach. They wore the same livery as all the serfs in the hall, and as they came near he held out his bare hand to recieve the missive.[/i]

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She watched Karhedron's face closely as he digested her words. She could tell, almost to the second, when her status as an employee of Tallula registered. Any signs he'd shown of being attracted to her suddenly disappeared, while an invisible wall seemed to form between them. She smiled thinly. She should have been relieved at the fact that he now thought her beneath him- for that could be the only reason for the quick change in temperament. The fact that she wasn't relieved, and actually felt saddened, only proved that men were evil incarnate.

She squirmed, becoming aware of the sense of Tallula being absent, at the same moment he looked over her shoulder. Frowning, she turned, then glanced around the room in worry and irritation. Where had the woman run off to now? Clicking her tongue against her teeth in annoyance, Grace looked toward the nearest door that Tallula could have exited without being seen by her body guard. When she located Tallula, the woman would be treated to a long speech on why a person as prone to trouble-as the chairwoman was- should not run off without at least informing the body guard where they were going.

Excuse m....

She blinked. She had been about to excuse herself to the prince in front of her but he was already several feet away from her. She snorted softly, grinning. The man was quick. It was infinitely easier to concentrate without him standing near. Glancing in the direction he walked just in case Tallula had snuck behind a pillar or two in that direction, she frowned. She saw the figures skulking in the shadows. Blinking, her frown turned into a worried scowl as the figures disappeared almost as quickly as she had seen them. What was going on here?

She turned rapidly and headed for the door she suspected Tallula had left through. Whatever was going on, her spine was tingling and her skin was crawling. She had to find her employer quickly before she no longer had an employer. With Tallula's knack for attracting trouble, no doubt there was something big underway.

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"You must forgive me for sneaking up on you, Lady, I meant no surprise or harm. You may call me Hunter, all my friends call me as such."

She arched an eyebrow at him but said nothing.

"I assume that you don't have anything to do with this, as this could be bad for you, Lady Chairperson, so forgive me if I'm not more shaken up. I've seen far worse . . . I have been looking for you, my Lady, I'm glad I found you."

She glanced down at the small boy, his smile flashing up at her earlier this evening flashing through her memory. She had been so sure he would have gone on to greater things, funny how fate worked through the lives of mortals. She sighed heavily and shook herself mentally, turning her slate blue eyes on him she spoke in a low voice:

Yes you are right, this could be very bad for me . . . Hunter was it? It could also be very bad for you, I would suggest we adjourn to more private spaces before a serving girl comes along and finds up standing over the body of her former colleague. Something tells me they would believe you have done this much faster than they would think I did. Now, perhaps you would be so good as to follow me . . .

She turned her back to him and began moving back up the hall, making sure neither of them tracked blood onto their feet. Giving him a clear shot at her back was risky, but she knew it was a way of getting across to him that she wasn’t worried about attempts to attack her. Two crows settled on her slender shoulders, their beady eyes watching the man behind her. With a moment’s pause she listened to make sure no one was coming she gingerly made her way down the hall toward her study.

They entered the room through the servants door, concealed behind a large tapestry. The room was large and the only light was afforded by the candles which sat on a shrine of bowls in various styles. Each was filled to where the slightest movement would cause them to spill over their various contents. In the flickering light, it was hard to tell anything of the bowls’ contents aside from the color. Some were red, some clear, and one was filled with a silver, reflective substance that seemed to be constantly rolling over itself.

She crossed the room, passing the tables loaded with maps of each of the Republic kingdoms and golden figurines standing in the positions of the Republic army. Stacks of papers and books were distributed around the tables in haphazard fashion, threatening to fall over and cover the floor in a literary mess. She glided through the obstacles with little effort and approached a large chair near the fire. The ravens hopped from her shoulders to the top of the high-backed chair and watched him as she sat. She crossed her legs and watched him for a bit, her eyes narrow. Extending a hand she offered him the chair opposite herself.


Now, let me start by saying that when I ask for a name I expect a name, not some nom-de-plume. I have the resources to find out your name if I wish it, though I’d rather not waste the time. So let’s start with a name and why you were looking for me. I would suggest you make this quick, there’s bound to be people searching for me soon

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He allowed himself to be ferried by the woman, bobbing his head in agreement as she spoke to expedite the process. He was tiring with these pretenses, so he was getting impatient, but he had to remember that they could serve him for a while longer. More so than it could serve her, in the least. They abandoned the boy, nothing great lost in any case, just another worthless creature.

He was becoming more clear-headed as he followed her, probably to her study or some ornamented office. He might have felt slightly uncomfortable about being alone with her, were it not his goal in the first place. Plus, when it came down to it, he could probably take her on, if worse came to worse. He had the experience, he had the ability, and that could make all the difference. But the inconstant and mysterious nature of her power irritated him, he had a difficult time gauging it.

They finally arrived at the room she had been leading him to, took her seat rather impatiently on her own, and looked expectantly at him.


Now, let me start by saying that when I ask for a name I expect a name, not some nom-de-plume. I have the resources to find out your name if I wish it, though I’d rather not waste the time. So let’s start with a name and why you were looking for me. I would suggest you make this quick, there’s bound to be people searching for me soon.

She had gestured at the chair opposite of her.

He laughed. A frighteningly merry sound.

"My, my, my, dear Lady, you do surprise me. Quick-witted, observant, incisive, more than a little bitchy. A veritable killer combination, though the threats do not really become you. Calm down, let's chat rationally, because I can assure you that being bristly and aggressive with me will get you nowhere."

He sat down at length, adjusting his posture till he seemed most upright and imposing. He pushed his cowl away from his head, folding it carefully against the onset of his shoulders.

Piercing, grey eyes, with a touch of blue. Other than that, regal bearing, finely maintained blonde hair, finely etched features, etc. Impressive, but probably not very moving to the increasingly hard-hearted Tallula. He hadn't intended to impress with his beauty though, so he stopped restraining his powerful aura, and let the room wash in his intensity.

"That is so much better. Now, on to more important things.

Hunter, Mer Sinaran, Neocount, etc, etc, etc. It matters not what you call me, or what I tell you to call me. It's only really important that you recognize that the name has little to do with what I mean to your pissant little Republic.

Freedom this, freedom that. Lies, all of it. Just better orchestrated manipulation than in monarchy or dare I say it, dictatorship? I was in it for too long, and I was never free, thanks to your esteemed Chairman, arguably the weakest moralist among weak moralists.

But you already know most of this. You are different. You have potential. You have power. Tragically underused, might I add. It was the same way with me, up until I was exiled, and now I'm back.

Now, wretched little names aside, Lady Vice Chairman 'Tallula', do you recognize me?"

He steepled his fingers, and smiled radiantly.

Hunger.

Not now, he pushed it away.

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