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"And you used to be such a good boy." Kayliss remarked dryly at Esben's last words, her expression unflappable. "Ordinarily, I'd call your bluff. But I doubt you've suddenly learned to lie after Dhinas knows how long of refusing to."
She left them with their own thoughts for a moment, taking the time to build pressure silently before continuing on.
"Fine. Mind you, I was going to allow you to stay regardless. I just wanted to hear if you had any reasoning first. In any case, continue with your current mission. But with one caveat: once you're finished with the crystal here in Drana, do whatever it takes to convince your party to pivot southward for Skael next. Overseer's orders. Your nation has need of the services of you and your fellows past the Wind Crystal."
Kayliss rose from her seat, tucking her timepiece away.
"By the time you reach Skael, the Overseer's authority will ensure the border guards recognize you. You'll have no problems entering. Once you do, find me in Solitude. Mathiassen, you know how to. If you happen to die before then, reporting to Baramoux's office will be fine as an alternative. Further orders will come once you're in-country. Am I understood?"
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@VitaVitaAR @vietmyke @HereComesTheSnow
"Where is he? Well, that's a great question, innit?" The highwayman Robin had her sword to resisted the urge to gulp, a bead of sweat dripping down his neck from the threat of imminent death. "Because, see, we rightly don't know that."
"Probably be doing a damn sight better if we were." Another to his side chimed in helpfully, trying to bail his friend out of this situation he'd found himself in. "Just up and disappeared on us one night after a raid, nigh on fifteen...twenty years ago? Been too long fer us to remember proper, you see."
"Think it might've been seventeen or eighteenish." The last bandit piped up. "Went by Ardor Fey. Hard man, worse than th' rest of us. Taught most of us his sword skills back in the day. Used to be part of the Shilage expeditionary corps, we all were. But eh, man in charge, Lord Istvan, didn't exactly like that our unit captain deserted. Blamed us fer it. So we might've did a spot of desertion before he could think up any inventive punishment or throw us into a meatgrinder first. Been going about this cross the continent since then, really."
A beat.
"So...ye happy wit' that? Cause I'll be honest here, my arse is halfway to clenching as it is. Kill me, an' I'll probably be shittin' meself all over yer boots."
"And you used to be such a good boy." Kayliss remarked dryly at Esben's last words, her expression unflappable. "Ordinarily, I'd call your bluff. But I doubt you've suddenly learned to lie after Dhinas knows how long of refusing to."
She left them with their own thoughts for a moment, taking the time to build pressure silently before continuing on.
"Fine. Mind you, I was going to allow you to stay regardless. I just wanted to hear if you had any reasoning first. In any case, continue with your current mission. But with one caveat: once you're finished with the crystal here in Drana, do whatever it takes to convince your party to pivot southward for Skael next. Overseer's orders. Your nation has need of the services of you and your fellows past the Wind Crystal."
Kayliss rose from her seat, tucking her timepiece away.
"By the time you reach Skael, the Overseer's authority will ensure the border guards recognize you. You'll have no problems entering. Once you do, find me in Solitude. Mathiassen, you know how to. If you happen to die before then, reporting to Baramoux's office will be fine as an alternative. Further orders will come once you're in-country. Am I understood?"
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@VitaVitaAR @vietmyke @HereComesTheSnow
"Where is he? Well, that's a great question, innit?" The highwayman Robin had her sword to resisted the urge to gulp, a bead of sweat dripping down his neck from the threat of imminent death. "Because, see, we rightly don't know that."
"Probably be doing a damn sight better if we were." Another to his side chimed in helpfully, trying to bail his friend out of this situation he'd found himself in. "Just up and disappeared on us one night after a raid, nigh on fifteen...twenty years ago? Been too long fer us to remember proper, you see."
"Think it might've been seventeen or eighteenish." The last bandit piped up. "Went by Ardor Fey. Hard man, worse than th' rest of us. Taught most of us his sword skills back in the day. Used to be part of the Shilage expeditionary corps, we all were. But eh, man in charge, Lord Istvan, didn't exactly like that our unit captain deserted. Blamed us fer it. So we might've did a spot of desertion before he could think up any inventive punishment or throw us into a meatgrinder first. Been going about this cross the continent since then, really."
A beat.
"So...ye happy wit' that? Cause I'll be honest here, my arse is halfway to clenching as it is. Kill me, an' I'll probably be shittin' meself all over yer boots."
