Quest - Ledger of Rituals Pt 2

[Ekaterina]

A soft nod in understand when she told him to wait. The gentle squeeze had him looking down at their hands before she vanished into the small shop. His mind dominated by the recent activity while his back pressed against the wall. His attention drifted heavenward looking for the very entity he could ask forgiveness from. It may not have been in his right mind when it occurred but it had been his blade to strike the man down. He was lost in contemplation until he heard mister. Osiris brought his focus down to the young man who had the courage to approach him. He could sense the fear within the boy but yet he remained. Osiris knelt down to about eye level with the lad. Dark hazels finding the irises of the boy. "What is your name, lad?" There was usually a series of questions within the mind when such an inquire was presented. “You’re quite chivalrous to return a warrior's blade to him." He continued to listen for Ekaterina but Osiris didn't remove his sword from the hands of the boy.


The man didn't take his sword, that puzzled the boy. But when inquired about his name and the big bad warrior lowered to eye level, the boy had the deer in headlights look. Then he asked for his name? The boy gulped but managed a meager smile; minus his two front teeth. "Jebardan, but my friends call me Jeb." Nervous twitches had him moving from foot to foot. "Umm... your sword?" It still had blood on it, but the boy was in a sense enthralled by the man who moved quicker than lightning and had the strength of ten men; he did cut the guards head off and limbs with a single swing at each. "I don't know what that is mister, but if it’s good, then I suppose so." A glance about him before looking back to the warrior man. "I hope I'm as good as you when I grow up." A bit more of a smile to show. It was then the boy glanced at the store, then back to the man and stepped a bit closer as his voice lowered. "Careful of that lady you're with. Some say she's a black widow. Though to me she doesn’t look like a spider, she only has two legs, not eight, and she’s not all creepy looking and stuff, but … They say every man that keeps her company ends up dead or disappears."

No sooner had the warning been given, the door to the boutique opened and out she'd step. Glances were directed towards the boy and then to the kneeling Osiris with the slight rise of a brow in question.

The boy looked up at her and eyes went wide. "I was just returning his sword." Stated very quickly. He then dropped it and turned to run off down the street, leaving no questions to be answered if Osiris had any.

As for Kat, she just blinked when she seen the boy and his actions, then an inquisitive look to rest upon Osiris. "I'm the one he runs away from?" Referring to what just happened. She almost found it amusing.


The boy was beyond nervous and Osiris noted such. "An honor young Jeb." He said in reply. However, as the boy began to speak he seemed to become more confident. The boy was making the right steps by facing his fears. A light nod followed and then narrowed his eyes a bit as if to decipher where the boy had got his information from. The words on the street traveled fast. As Kat ventured back out and his eyes drifted her way; the boy took off. The clank of the heavy weapon drew his hand lower to pick up the katana. "Perhaps our little friend knows more about you than I do." Osiris's disposition seemed to lighten and he looked in the direction of where the boy ran off. Two front teeth missing. Just that brief moment had reminded him of his own boy. This day seemed to carry more heavy burdens than he cared for. "Was it enough?" He questioned in regards to the skirt he had ruined. This time Osiris offered his hand and its bitter chill wouldn't be as prevalent as it usually was. It was much easier for him to focus on a single area of the body as it was to raise the entire body's thermal. "The dragon has the book." he casually stated. People already thought they were crazy and looked at them as if they belonged locked away in some forlorn dungeon.


"Hmm, really." A bit of a grin in response and a glance back in the direction to which the boy headed off. Looking back at him with his inquire. "You just purchased the entire immediately family with a new wardrobe, and paid for the gown." Violence in the city wasn't uncommon, nor was finding bodies lying in alleyways’ or inside an empty warehouse. The Port was a hub of interactions from all walks of life, and with it came heavy baggage. She was one of the high nobles; in fact, she held the controlling share of land and businesses presently, enough she could call this place her own; even if others did share in the hierarchy of reign. "I already knew that, the question is where." Quietly stated as her hand was claimed by his this time. Moving at his side, ignoring the glares and curious looks sent their way, they'd get over it in a few days when something new transpired. She'd be leading him to the Bloody Bore, the local tavern of the docks that offered an area of privacy, so they could talk and it would also remove him from being in the direct public for now; simple precautions. If he hadn't already realized, she had taken over in control. "Maybe you should remain here and I go onwards alone." It was just a suggestion. If the beast had gained control of Osiris, even slightly, then he knew who he was. Should he appear at her side, it could end things before they even begin.

There was a subtle nod from his behalf though no follow up of vocal patterns. She had assumed control of their direction and he had no trouble following. She knew this place far better than he. "Where every dragon keeps its horde." The main reason why he decided to talk was to keep his mind off of the people looking at them. Eventually, they found their way into the Bloody Bore and he took a look around while they went to a seat. "They are very also very territorial. He wants that empire as his not because of what it has but because of where it is. So, I'm positive its lair is within a mile of the keep." The lone wolf approach of him sitting back in his chair. "... and if you get caught?" It was the only question he felt was needed to be asked in regards to her suggestion. "Then who is going to stop me if they assume control of me again?" He merely smirked and brought his gaze to the table. "Besides, the King is only using the dragon and vice versa. It's only a matter of time before one of them slits the other." It would appear that Osiris had stumbled on quite a bit of information during his journey inside the dracolich mind.


Chill be d**ned, her chair would be positioned so she sat close to his side. It was more to ensure his safety with her presence, ironic wasn't it? This was her territory, her area of control, and here she was either respected, feared, or outright hated. When Veronica approached, she offered the woman a meager smile. "A pot of rose tip tea, service of warmed honey, and two mugs. Also a setting in which to keep the pot warm." The young fiery haired lass would nod and move off, it was then her attention was back upon him. "We both know what will happen if I get caught." No need to answer that one further. It would be his comment about control that gained him a hint of a smirk. "Hmm, you make a good argument there." It would be his last bit of information that would captivate her attention. "Hmm, if I get the in with the King, perhaps I could put the bug of ill will in his ear and have him turn against the dragon first. Convince him to strike using the factor of surprise on his side. If we can get the two of them warring with one another, then that would allow us time to seek this book, yes?" See where it went from just "I" to "we" again? She knew better than try to argue with him on this fact, more because when it came to the arts of the arcane, she had no defenses against that; only him. "But our entry will have to done under another manner. If you appear at my side as my advisor, the dragon will recognize you and all will be in vain. Though we would have the luxury of dying side by side." As if in condolence.

Osiris didn't give a glance to Veronica only because of his current situation. No need to give anyone a reason to make an attempt on him. "Who can resist you?" The Tsol Raa emphasized when it came to pitting the two enemies against one another. "The enemy of thy enemy is thy friend." There wasn't much of an argument to be made. Osiris knew the stakes and he knew the consequences. “That may also be a problem. If we have the pair warring it is no doubt the dragon will use his own lair as a fortress to his defenses. Not so sure I'd like to tango with a fire breathing lizard with a home field advantage." She was also right, though. "Not I. But, perhaps Randell." The man was fast with this tongue and could probably sell a drowning man a glass of water. " As of right now I'd rather not have the luxury of dying at all. Not when we're so close." He shot another glance around the tavern and locked eyes with her once more. "I've a promise to keep after all, no?" A reminder of the previous evening before he lowered his gaze and began to think once again. “That’ll leave you with someone near if you need him and obviously he is just as capable. I'll try to hunt for the book while you sweet talk your way into the arms of the King. We'll try to kill two birds with one stone." But, how to keep that dragon from returning to its home was the new dilemma.

It was then she got to thinking and brows furrowed slightly in thought. "Wait ... if the Dragon wants control, why is it that he doesn't have it yet?" Head tilted slightly as she gazed upon him. "What's staying his hand? ... If he has all these powers and the ability to call legions of undead to his control?" Now there's a million dollar question. "You've been able to resist me for many years." Teasingly stated and a grin to boot. Then he brought up Randell and a brow quirked. "Now you seem to be putting faith into a man you don't know too." Full circle on the conversation of the man. "We can always ask him, he could always say no. If he declines, I'm sure I can find someone suited for the position, or simply forego it alone." She'd do what she must. Veronica then returned and set the service upon the table before them. She didn't linger, moving away soon after all was in place and the two mugs filled from the pot that sat atop a tinderbox to keep it warm. She'd collect the service of honey and begin by adding it first to his, then her own without even thinking. Pushing his cup towards him, icy shards of blue would rest upon him. "If he held possession of your mind, is he also capable of knowing your thoughts? ... I don't mean now, or even then, but of the past?" There was a reason she was asking. "Will he know who I am and why I'm there?"

[Ekaterina]

Osiris began to smirk. "While honor and loyalty may be lost on many beasts. Dragons have a tendency to remain true to their word. They have a compromise and I am assuming it has to do with the book." That much was gathered as well. Then, her combination of a tease and grin had him nodding. "Not much by choice, mind you. Though, despite all your rebellious nature why did you never take such a risk?" Then, they were onto the subject of Randell. "It is not so much trust on my part as it would be yours and yes, he could always say no." Veronica emerged and their tea was provided. Osiris watched as his tea was fixed and then placed before him. His right hand coming to wrap around the mug. "That would come down to how powerful in the art of psionic he is. But, if he is strong enough to manipulate me for a short while I am sure he can snag glimpses of what my life had been like in the past." It was not beyond reasonable doubt. “I believe you and I are putting too much thought into this, my dear.” They were overwhelming themselves with every single possible outcome. They couldn't possibly find them all could they? This is where stubbornness could be to blame. “So, now let's say that our dragon friend does know we're coming. He'd more or less warn the king. Who'd then allow us to come and walk right into a trap. How do we approach now? " Hand to his chin after taking a sip of his tea.


"Imagine that, hungry with power and the ability to wield it and held at bay by meager words." A light chuckle and slight shake of her head. "Something’s never cease to amaze me." Hands to capture her mug and simply hold it between. When he inquired about the risk, icy blues fixed upon him. "Because I was warned against any such actions. I was told you were already taken and loyal to that one, and any approach I made would be deflected and you would shy away from being my mentor." Slight roll of shoulders. "So, I settle for what was the next best thing and continued on." Not that it was easy by any means. So long ago and her most treasured memories? One of him and her on the roof of the old tavern, he instructing her on the art of using her mind to do something as simple as disappear. The other? He was upon his rocking chair on the porch of said tavern, and she had settled upon his lap and they shared some words of wit, and he words of wisdom, until he stood and dropped her right on her ass without warning. Humility when she was laughed at by others, but the moment still one of her most treasured. Mug lifted to sip from as she listened to his words, then a glance over at him. "Nothing wrong with mulling over possibilities. There's always the chance that things won't work out as planned, just as there is that we'll be successful." To his last the mug would lower and she'd gaze into it. "If the King is forewarned, then only I shall be the one to pay the price. You'll not be there, so you could still find the book and a distraction I'll still be able to be." Though it may be on a rack or in shackles if she's even that lucky.

Meager words can hold more power than any form of magic. Perhaps one day I can exhibit such." They were on the topic of the old days then. "I was interested but never taken. I seen deceit in her heart and knew pain was inevitable. Sabrial had more to offer her than I." He nodded as if agreeing with her follow up. She was not the only one who recalled such memories nor was the only one who treasured such. It was those very thoughts that allowed him to persevere during his imprisonment. Their conversation darted back toward the plans of action. It was his final comment that had Osiris looking away from her and around the tavern for a moment. But, eventually his eyes found hers. "Without you, Ekaterina. Finding that book would be a pointless quest. Then, what would I have to live for? To die for? I'd be as much a hollow shell." There was a small sip removed from his heated tea. A moment to enjoy it before he continued. "You can take that as you will. Though, I don't see much of anything without you at my side." That was a bit unexpected but it came out and Osiris wasn't going to take it back now. "I could give you anything in the world or if you can have the choice of hearing me say I love you. Would you choose the power or the meager words?" Okay, so that exhibit came a lot quicker than even he anticipated. Though, the meaning beneath his words evident.

"Pointless?" To that she'd slowly shake her head. "I think not." A slight shift in position so she was facing towards him more. "What started out as a quest for a book as turned into more if you haven't already seen that for yourself. The building of the Kings army, and that of the
Dragons legion." Then he continued on and lips parted to speak, but once again the man had struck her speechless; this was getting to be too much of a habit. Looking back to her mug as her mind began to reel. "You're a man of honor, I'm but a tool of destruction." As if trying to get back on track, and she almost had until he said those words that had her looking at him with a look of surprise. She just stared at him, and the thing that struck her more? When she laid upon her back on the ground when the other had control of his actions, she had nearly stated those words as well but never got the chance. A distraction kept her from saying them, and then he returned to normal and they remained mute upon her lips. "Those words hold more power than a berserker with a double bladed axe." So her comparisons weren't of the traditional sort, but the point was solidly made. "I'd rather hear the words that resonate in my head when I'm near you, but unable to speak them." More out of fear? Yes, when it came to the simplicities of life, like emotions and such, the Norse woman was clumsy and weak; though not in the sense of lack of strength.


Leave it to Osiris. "Yes, and without one you cannot have the other. Honor would be vague if destruction did not give it meaning." He knew he had caught her by surprise but he wasn't taking anything back. He had his tea and that was distraction enough to keep him semi-placid in his expressions. She was staring at him and he was merely gazing back. "Then I suppose words aren't so meager are they, Ekaterina." He wore a gentle smile and her light confession had his smile becoming fuller. "I know the feeling." Osiris watched her for a moment longer and indulged in his tea in the meanwhile. "The young lad at the boutique today, Jeb. He mentioned you were quite the black widow." What was he getting at? "I knew you were poison the very first time I kissed you." A compliment from the Tsol Raa. "You weave your intricate web entrapping all that venture near. I, being such one ensnared." The final sip of his tea consumed. "So small that you go unnoticed until you make your bite. The world looks upon your hourglass figure and realizes the beauty of their misfortune. The last sight they ever see and yet I wake up morning to morning seeking to taste the very poison of your lips. Indulging in its lethal fixation." He brought his eyes to her. "One day... I will not awake alone." He offered a kind smile before he stood to his feet. "I need my rest, my dear. You're welcome to share the arctic sheets of my bed for as long as your desire to be near can overcome the chill."

She'd peer over at him as he solidified his comment about the use of words and she could do little but concede with an acknowledging nod. About to take a sip of her tea when the Black Widow comment was made, and she nearly spewed it all over the table before her, nearly. A hand lifted to press fingers to lips that quelled the action, which was followed by a gulping of that tea and a chuckle to sound after. However, what came next only caught her off guard. The title used as a means of a barb against her by the locals, which bothered her not in all actuality, he gave a poetic meaning to. And he claims it was she that ensnared him? Normally she would have countered in the accusation it was he whom ensnared her long ago, but didn't. His last comment would have her looking at him. "You're not staying at the Inne any longer, not after tonight. I'm having your things moved to my manor and there is where you'll be staying until we depart." Remember that look she shared with her man? Now perhaps an understanding came forth. The cup would be pushed away and slowly she'd stand from her seat. "There's plenty of wood for the fire and I've piles of furs upon my bed." Explanation enough for him as to her choice? "Though I'll forewarn, the house staff are nosey and do so love their rumors. Careful what you say or do, if you don't want it repeated." Fair warning given. She didn't even wait as she turned and began to head out of the tavern in which they sat. Was it that control complex of hers kicking in, or simply the fact she was still trying to soak in all that was confessed tonight; by them both.

He was so going to snuggle to torment her!

[Ekaterina]

They had spoken about who would accompany them, and there were a choice few to which the Norse woman did trust for the job. Most would have to remain behind to protect and ensure her holdings, but there were those that could be spared to accompany her on this game of cat and mouse she was about to encounter into. They'd need men who looked the part of guards, but they'd be hand chosen for more specific needs. All were capable of warfare and handling weapons with great skill, so she worried not there. It was with a small group of men she now stood and conversed with in quiet tones. A few others stood just outside the circle, their glares warning any who seemed to come to close. Their hands resting upon the hilts of their blades that would be used when the glares did not.

One man in particular, was better dressed than the others, a more noble status he would seem to resemble in comparison to the dock hands, sailors, and warehouse workers. This would be Kats man Radcliff, the only other who knew to full extend of her holdings and their worth. He was also the one taking notes and keeping track of those whom were trying to rob her blind, or thought they were; the two that had departed this life some months ago were two on that list.

This night she was the very vision of a noble woman, in the high stylish gown of forest green silk. Long flaxen mane fell freely over shoulders, toyed with by the sea breeze that drifted from the open waters nearby.


The day had been kind to him and he had sought further information upon the Ledger of Rituals. Not so much of where it could be but what other secrets it could hold. In that regard he had not been too successful but he did spend time in the trade markets. The reasoning wasn't for shopping but much rather lending his hand where he could. Whether it was carrying crates or picking the stems off of strawberries he had rendered some of his services to the community. Well, at least to those who didn't hold against him what had happened the day prior. Atonement. Osiris had no qualm raising his sword against a threatening force but never against an innocent. While the guard was only performing his duty it had been Osiris's blade that had struck him down. The Tsol Raa spent hours being useful and even a few moments in between to show the local children a thing or two about swordsmanship. He could sense a gathering not far from his position. It was nightfall and the true reason for his concern. In light of such the Tsol Raa had made his journey toward the docks. Just as the day prior Osiris's movements were fatally graceful and his eyes aware and sharp. The gathering of men had caught his attention and what they were doing was a bit foreign to him. However, their glances and their actions hinted they preferred their privacy. Osiris would have investigated them further if it had not been for the black widow of a woman nearby decorated in her high fashion. He'd be felt coming long before he was seen and Ekaterina was quite familiar with such an arctic presence. He came to stand beside her with his arms crossed. His attire was much simpler than usual. A gray workman's shirt that provided a small view to the expanse of his broad and tanned chest. The sleeves were rolled just below the elbows to allow better freedom of movement. Black trousers where held by three leather belts. Though, two were fairly loose and the attire was completed by the leather boots he wore for durability. He had planned on getting his hands dirty today and in fact they held a bit of dirt upon their palms. "As a moth approaches the butterfly its curiosity had got the better of him." Both arms came to fold over his chest. This also gave the appearance that he wasn't carrying any weapons upon his
person.


"I need a dozen in total, to represent various parts of a guard. I have decided to take the Gypsy woman along with us." Looking to Radcliff. "It's your job to convince her to come." She'd use anyone who might better their position on the trip and once they got there. The reason for the tiny Rom? She had visions and insight, and perhaps she could be used to throw the Dracolich off too. He might appreciate a woman with her type of gifts. Yes, the Norse was using people for the cause, even if it meant they wouldn't survive; collateral damage. Another show of just how frigid the Nordic woman could be. And speaking of frigid! He was indeed sensed long before he arrived, the men watching over the group had seen his approach, but did nothing about it. The reason? Her men knew who Osiris was. Some he had their respect, others their suspicious nature and distrust, and of course there were those that out right hated him. What had he done to raise their ire? Got close to the Black Widow, something they've done nothing but failed at. Icy blues to shift upon the silent sentinel at her side when he raised his arms to cross over his chest. Slight tilt of head as his state of dress was noticed. "Playing with the children Osiris?" Hinted smirk and amused glint in pale hues. It was then she'd make the formal introduction between her men, and Osiris, so he could put faces to those whom were considered trustful. "And this is Radcliff, my right hand man. If you need anything, he's the one to go to when I'm not around." This would tend to happen from time to time, due to the nature of just who she was. "He'll be getting all the provisions we need, and making arrangements for the gifts I'll be taking along." Another reason for the use of the Gypsy, she had a wagon that would help to cart several things with them.


She was using her people to gain access and knowledge of the book. Osiris knew that they could not do it alone. The mention of a gypsy had the mind of the oriental warrior going. He knew not who she was but he had a feeling he would find out soon enough. He could feel the various dispositions regarding his presence. While Osiris could not predict what could come to pass the vibes radiating from the men were of mixed perspective. He felt her eyes and in return was rewarded the dark irises looking back into her cerulean spheres. "Yes " he replied softly. There was a light smile to grace his lips. "Their perspectives so untainted by the fabrics of reality. I've forgotten what youth actually is " A quiet chuckle passed along as she returned to business. He looked upon the men she had gathered. The sienna hues landed upon Radcliff. Osiris provided a respectful nod toward the man. His attention not veering while she explained his purpose and his duties. Osiris then turned his head to look upon Ekaterina once more. "I'm positive Radcliff could convince your gypsy friend. Though, something within says I should take the honors of such." Normally, Osiris wouldn't offer or even mention such a task. Though, he couldn't help but feel a tug to do such. Instincts were a dangerous thing. Following them even more perilous. However, Osiris's held logic unlike many others and perhaps it is where his voice thoughts had originated from.


Radcliff would speak up immediately, did that say something about how he felt about the little Gypsy woman? "Yes, yes, he should talk to her. Allow me the time to make all the other arrangements." So quick to hand the task off to Osiris, and giving the Oriental man a thankful smile. Seems Radcliff might be a bit superstitious? Or did he out right fear the beauty of the tiny Rom?

She would first look to Osiris when he spoke about the children and softly chuckle. "Ahhh, to be young again." Amused tone. It would be his last words that had a brow to rise, but not as high as it did when Radcliff did his little song and dance of approval. To that she'd just slowly shake her head and chuckle again. "So be it. Radcliff, I clear you of such duty." Attention then turned upon Osiris. "If you think you can just as easily convince her, then I'll gladly give you the task. I'd go myself, but the poor dear seems to fear me as much as Radcliff seems to fear her." A barb shot in her second’s direction. "You can find her at her space in the market area, or at her campsite just outside of the city. She chose a spot within the dense forest, near the large lake that lies between here and the Inne." It was then she'd smirk slightly. "Just be wary of what she offers to eat or drink." A warning? Or more of a tease? Hard to tell with that playful grin and amused glint within her eyes.

The hastily response from Radcliff had inspired Osiris to smile a bit more. It was hard to gather why the man would hand off the task so quickly but the Tsol Raa did not argue. He only presented an appreciative nod and this led Osiris to look upon Ekaterina. She cleared Radcliff of his duties and Osiris gladly took them. "I still have the memories of your later youth." He teased her with such as he looked toward Radcliff once more. "Many have all rights to fear a woman in your position. You've the status of a lioness and the beauty of a leopard. As for Radcliff I don't believe it is so much fear as it is an understanding." Then, Ekaterina went to mention about the locations of where the gypsy may be at. Be wary of what she offers to eat or drink? Every vagabond had their tricks and he'd treat the woman no different. "I shall find her soon enough. I've no more fear of her hospitality as I do your own, Ekaterina " Now, what did he mean by that? Osiris provided a subtle smirk and looked upon the men below. If he didn't know any better he felt as if the gypsy may have already knew of his approach. Would she take the initiative or wait for Osiris to hunt her down? Patience would foretell such.


Radcliff would just blow off the comments and innuendos. "I don't fear the mite of a woman. I just don't like it when someone knows so much about me that I know nothing of." So it was the superstition! A glance to Kat, then to Osiris before motioning the rest of the men. "We have work to do. I'll give my report in the morning as usual." A nod of his head given to Kat, then attention turned upon Osiris. "Good luck. And you should fear them both, it keeps you alive; they are women!" A Cheshire grin then formed and he was off before Kat could say or do anything to him in retaliation.

A glance towards Osiris with the slight rise of a brow and a grin to form. "You should" In regards to the fear, but which one? It was Radcliff’s comment that had her out right chuckling and narrowed gaze directed his way; though not in the form of malice as much as amused. As for the tiny Gypsy, she had her ways, but rare did she travel in search to find those who sought her services. Would she know the purpose? Only the tiny Rom could answer that question. A nod of her head as the men moved to depart. "Don't forget to meet with the Master Slaver. He said he's chosen four of his finest, ensure they are!" Called out instead to the departing group of men.

Radcliff would lift his hand and wave back in response he heard and understood.

Looking back to Osiris. "Only thing left to do is find Randell and make the offer for him to join us. I haven't seen him in a few days, and begin to wonder if perhaps the incident the other night might have ended up being successful elsewhere."

Superstition gave man reason to do many odd things. Though, with the response from Radcliff the Tsol Raa couldn't help but smirk. Radcliff was on the move, though. He was getting his men in order and Osiris merely observed the control utilized. But, then he turned to face Osiris. "Unfortunately, I was not blessed with such an emotion. Ignorance is bliss as they say " It was his response to both Radcliff and to Ekaterina. He watched as they departed and the Black Widow had his full attention. "Indeed. We can only suggest it and make an additional offer." Thinking of where the merchant may have been the last few days could become trouble for any mind. People had a tendency to disappear for their reason or another's. "I'm sure the market would be weeping if anything had happened to him." Maybe that added some comfort to the thoughts of Ekaterina. Osiris couldn't be sure but he didn't think ill thoughts of the wand-wielding man. "You're taking quite the entourage to meet the Barbarian King. How confident do you feel?" She didn't think such a question would come, did she?

Watching as the men moved away before full attention would fall upon him as she turned to face towards him. "We need the manpower, in case something goes wrong, and those to lure and utilize to our will things that will need to be done. We agreed on no more than a dozen, and that can be easily disbursed by way of guardsmen, a common sight for a Noble entourage. Drivers of wagons, footmen, and then the common slave. Have to keep up appearances if we want to pull this off." Slight shrug of shoulders. "I had just gained word that the Gypsy woman is back in the area and planning on staying till at least the coming of spring. She has some abilities that might be helpful to us." She wasn't aware of all the young woman’s capabilities, only those she had seen exhibited herself. "Her name is Nadja. A colorful little figure, she's a hard one to miss."

Osiris wouldn't argue the fact by any means. He knew why she was doing it but it was just an observation on his part. I've faith you know how to handle such proceedings " The addition of information about Nadja had him nodding in confirmation. "I know who she is " That may have come as a shock to Ekaterina. "Once upon a time I stumbled across her Vardo near a lake. We shared philosophical interpretations and she provided me with a blanket while I slept outside by the fire " Maybe that addition of information may have seized any unpleasant thoughts with the lioness. Was she the envious type? Osiris did not want to test such. "I've reason to believe I left quite the impression and that may be the very edge we need to convince to her to come along. If not for combat but for culture and travel." His coffee colored hues remained fastened onto the very blue eyes he had watched close the night prior.


To his little confession, she couldn't help that smirk that form. "Hmm, so that's why you wanted to talk to her. Rekindle old flames eh?" Smirk to grow and humor in her tone. She knew the little Gypsy well, the woman was a bonafide wanderer; here today, gone tomorrow type of soul. In truth, Kat was not the jealous type. If someone wanted to be with her, that was great. If not, she's not cry over spilt milk. It didn't mean she didn't care about the individual, it just meant she'd not let emotions rule her world; they did that enough a long time ago. "I wasn't lying when I said she fears me, more because she knows who and what I am. It's the main reason I know I can trust her, for she's held this knowledge to herself for many, many years. She makes items that can be helpful from plants, and her personal talent I have not even a fathom of just how far they go. I only know of her visions and her abilities to create items that I use a lot; including that rose and mint tea you like so much." Here she'd simply grin. "Maybe she'll make a gift of some for you freshly made."

The initial statement had Osiris shaking his head but the humor was not lost. Evidence by his smile. "It would be nice to converse with her once again. Nadja's wisdom is unmistakably profound " Is that a reference of liking a woman for her mind over her body? He dared not say. Even though Osiris knew why many had a fear of the woman there were times she made it difficult to believe she was such a cruel and vicious woman. "We'll not need for supplies with Radcliff's preparations, Randell's mercantile skills if he agrees to come along, and the herbal knowledge of our gypsy friend." There was a glance over her shoulder and toward the water that seemed to go on for miles. "Now you're just trying to get my hopes up." He chuckled before looking back down to her. "What is the payment of all of this? I know this all does not come free and I cannot help but wonder what you've put on the line for such." His eyes narrowed slightly as if searching further for the answer himself.


"Let's walk." Stated as her hand would lightly rest against his arm, then retract before she'd turn with a swirl of skirts to begin moving along the edge of the docks where they met the water in length. "Ja, I agree, between all parties if they agree to accompany, we should need for little, or even want." A glance in his direction before attention was directed out towards the turbulent seas, the waves crashing harshly against the rocky edges several feet below the wooden planks that forged the expanse of the harbors dock. "Cost is of little consequence, Osiris. If it was, I would have said something." How's that for an answer to his inquire? "Anything new that you've learned since last night?" Changing the subject. "So far all is as it was with the Barbarian Kings guards and posted armies. None are moving, all maintain camps along his lands perimeters. Many are arriving, but none have made any move to leave. I had inquired it if was by choice ... the only response I was given, is all seemed well. Festivities are at full swing, with entertainers and merchants from distant lands. Entourages of wealth and power arriving to gain his favors." Looking over at him again. "He has not yet chosen a mate though, which has me wondering. I'm sure there's been plenty of women eligible for his choice, and would complement his holdings with the solidification of an alliance between his lands and theirs. I wonder why he hasn't done so yet." It was something that plagued at the back of her mind. Her only thought in return? Men were fickle beings!

The suggestion to walk was a good call. Boot-clad footfalls kept pace with her while listening. "No you wouldn't " He looked to her after she made the comment of revealing such a price. But, she was changing the subject and Osiris was left to contemplate upon what he did find. "My search was not as fruitful as I had hoped it to be. What I did uncover was the book contains runic inscriptions of other great powers beyond that of mortality and immortality " He continued to run through the mental files. "It doesn't just raise the dead. It makes them powerful entities upon themselves for whomever they slay rises and fights alongside of the slayer. It leads me to believe this is how the Barbarian King has created such an army in a short amount of time and beneath the scrutiny of other lands." She provided him insight to the army. It did raise the question as to why none left but then with his recent discovery the two could have tied in. Why let them leave when they could serve a greater purpose. "It is hard to say. What if he is using his unmated status to lure in others? Powerful women flock to him and he does not choose a bride? You would believe their kingdom or empire would search for them, no " Such a question indeed. "So many questions and very few answers."

To his response to hers on the cost, she'd just grin without looking at him. Any sacrifices she made where hers alone, whether it made some wealthy or put her in the debt of another to be called upon one day. There were a few that were actually paying back a debt owed to her. It would be that which he shared and the deduction in the end that had her now thinking. A pause in step as she turned to face him, it was time to share what she had been skillfully covering. Mainly because of the last comment he made. "I have been informed that the women he meets with privately, have within a matter of days after simply disappeared. No one knows where they are, but no panic has been created in their absence either. It's like they aren't even missed." Could his taking the women be a ploy to draw other kingdoms into his awaiting trap? "If you're right, and he's hoping they'll send their legions and armies to search for them and this book does as you say...." She'd leave that hanging for him to conclude on his own, for she's come to her conclusion on what the end result may be. Which made this Barbarian King and the Dracolich he chose as an advisor even more dangerous than she originally thought, and smarter too. "Maybe the mad man personification of the King is but an act to cover for the ultimate intent."


The various conclusions to the disappearance of the brides rippled through his thoughts. Though, Ekaterina had informed him of further information he was unaware of. There was a look in her direction as if to question when she came across such but he did not allow the unspoken question to distract him from the real threat. "Then his influence may be even greater than we initially realized." This did not sit well with him at all. An expression of contemplation danced along his visage as he turned his attention ahead of him. "I am uncertain what other wondrous power this ledger retains. However, with that gift alone there is no telling what sort of destructive force we are up against." All that planning and preparation. It very well could be," he said in regards to the mad man regiment. Osiris felt like they hit a road block every time they turned around. “ If such is the case then how do you plan on approaching the matter now?" Twin whiskeys were shifted to focus upon the profile of Ekaterina. "There has got to be a way to turn this into our advantage. " No, Osiris wasn't shying away from the initial plan but he was searching for a way to put the odds in their favor.


Icy shards of blue would glance over towards him, the return to their position of looking out over the vast waters that spanned out before them. "Seems the more we learn, the greater the riddle becomes." It was how she viewed the situation, a riddle that had yet to be solved. "I wonder what all these women would have to do with it, or if they even do. None seem alarmed in their disappearance, but nothing is known as to the why of it." More thinking out loud than asking him to answer her thoughts. "I intend to approach as originally planned. To offer the King gifts and ask for his favor of protection. I will flaunt my wiles and bat my lashes like a seductress, and perhaps capture his attentions. Then begin the game of cat and mouse, leading the merry chase." Again she'd glance over his way. "It seems those who disappear are only the ones who are taken into his private chambers. I'll just avoid meeting him in that setting and try to maintain a control over it all, but make him believe it's all his idea." It was a plan. Would it work? She had no idea until she was standing before the Nordic King. "I may not be what he's looking for. I may not be pretty enough, or have the proper holdings to sway his eye." Slight shrug of shoulders. "All I can do is try and I'll either succeed or fail, and that won't be known until it's over." Simply stated.

"Indeed " he agreed. He was perplexed by the disappearances and the purposes behind such. "You would know better than I. Why wouldn't a kingdom miss their future empresses or a nobleman miss his daughter?" Osiris was looking to approach these questions differently in hopes of triggering a spark from the two minds working to solve the puzzle. "You don't believe he is using their potential influence to later come rule their lands through their heirs do you " It was only theoretical. "Think about it. If their leader falls and they find their heir what is to stop them from reclaiming their seats? By then without even force the Barbarian King has control. Is that not how the hierarchy works?" More questions leading to more chases. She made it clear what her intentions were with the Barbarian King. "You're failure is not an option. Ekaterina." He stated that quite frankly. They could plan for years to come and not ever make it any further than they had now. It bothered him to think of all the potential outcomes but she was right. It wouldn't be known until it was tried. It just didn't hurt to plan for unforeseen scenarios that may come to pass. He became quiet at that moment allowing his thoughts to consume him. The steps of the Tsol Raa fairly quiet even across the wood.


Though the pace of their walk was slow and measured, it would be the coming statements and questions that made her pause. A slow turn to face him with a contemplative look upon her features. "They wouldn't miss anyone that wasn't considered or even regarded as missing. Maybe they've given the family an acceptable explanation for the women’s disappearance? Something that wouldn't be commonly known?" Just tossing ideas out there. "What if they're being held for ransom? Perhaps to have the various lands they're attached to be indebted to the King, for the safe return of their loved one?" The last he may not like, but she'd voice it anyways. "Or this Dracolich is using them for himself, or has cast a spell that makes others not be concerned over something so obvious. Is there a need for women? Maidens? Virgins?" If the situation was the need of virgins, at least Kat was safe there.

[Ekaterina]

Randell Daviun stood on the docks with a pair of hard-faced men in dark cloaks, and while they bore no sigil or crest, it couldn't be more obvious to their intent. They kept a careful watch on the streets, each passerby weighed, measured and then dismissed once they walked beyond their range. One had a great sword slanted down his back, and seemed to have the height and size to make good use of the large weapon. Standing a few inches past six foot, he made Randell look small, and his fellow guardsmen smaller. The shortest of the pair wore a slender blade and dirk at his hip, and was definitely built for speed. Both men held the air of a veteran warrior, and that subtle pretense of danger in their shadowed faced. The merchant didn't spare either man a second glance, but focused his stare at the ship in front of him. A fine, three mast vessel, its sleek lines and proud shine spoke of an excellent crew.


However, what came sauntering down the gangplank was not the professional stride of a tested officer, but the swagger of a braggart and rogue.

"You are late, Laeyr..." Randell said evenly, arms folded behind his back

As the younger man stopped a few feet away, fists to hips while being shadowed by a broad-shouldered, flat-faced brute of a creature. There was no missing Mioc, Rin's first mate, the half-orc was surprisingly soft spoken and intelligent a good balance to his flamboyant and egotistical captain. "Come now, Master Daviun, while the Howling Harlot might be fast, she's still a lady after all... can't be forcing her into the wet when a mood isn't properly set."

That caused Randell's brow to arch while he addressed the man with a flat look. "Is everything an innuendo with you, Laeyr?" he said with a soft sigh.

Rin grinned. "Most times, yes... yes it is."


Osiris pondered upon the response of Ekaterina's. "If they never return perhaps there is only reason to believe the King accepted them as his bride. This would put him in an excellent position to strike if their leader emerges expecting peace as opposed to a slaughter." It was still skeptical. Most of it was. Then came the comment about the Dracolich and its possible purpose with them. "It is a book of rituals, after all. It would not surprise me if Durnehviir was utilizing the virgins as sacrificial lambs for his own diabolical purposes." Then, he started to smirk. "Guess that leaves you out, no?" He started to laugh and as he looked forward he noticed a marvelous sight. The docked vessel was the first to be acknowledged before setting his sights onto the men that manned it. It was then Osiris stopped and turned toward Ekaterina. "I believe you can put your worries to rest." Acknowledging who seemed to be their ring leader. They looked to be conducting some sort of business and Osiris had no intentions of causing a disturbance. This was Kat's field of expertise and with such he turned toward her. "Since your smile is more welcoming I'll let you lead the diplomacy." If Osiris had to speak with the gypsy she could take care of the merchant. Besides, she had a much better rack to look at.


So many questions, and possible scenarios were played out in her head. His comment about her not having to worry did gain him a narrowed glance, but she did grin. When he referred to her worries, icy blues would redirect to look in the same direction he did. The ship would be the first taken it, quite a beauty it was indeed. Then the men that gathered at the base of its plank. Randell was immediately recognized, and so was the second man, Rin. It would be the second recognized that was the cause of that almost silent groan. Of all nights to be wearing a gown in the manner she was, and it to be a night he'd pull into port and in Randells Company. The last comment had her looking back at Osiris. "You make it sound as if I'm all nice and sweet." Hint of a grin to appear upon her lips. They needed to speak with Randell, and if it meant she had to deal with the quips that came from Rin's lips; then deal she would. "I doubt it'll be my smile they'll notice this night." d**n those low cut bodices and the way they accented her feminine qualities. Though she would take her hand and snake it up to Osiris's arm. "Shall we?" A slight urge of touch to begin heading in their direction, the spans of green silk skirts dusted the boards as they moved. She'd await until they were several yards away, but close enough for her voice to be easily heard. "Randell .... Rin!" Came her greeting. That directed towards Randell was cordial, where that of Rin's held a bit of an edge.

Apparently Rin saw Ekaterina first, because he let out a sharp whistle that made the merchant blink. He knew a cat call when he heard one, and couldn't understand where the source for such enthusiasm came from until he turned and saw a familiar pair walking towards them. His guards had hands to weapons, but with a shake of his head, they eased their grips, but still maintained their threatening air. And Randell didn't stop there, but made a motion in the air toward the rooftops of the buildings that lined the docks. Apparently the merchant had taken extensive precautions since the attack several nights ago. "A fair evening to you both," Randell said in greeting, arms still folded at the small of his back, gray eyes regarding them both curiously.

Without invitation, Rin sauntered forward himself to stand beside the merchant, while Mioc, his half-orc first mate, merely rubbed a palm over his face and rolled his eyes. The captain's gaze was glued to an entirely different familiar pair, and didn't look up until Randell's icy glare stirred him from his thorough study. "Well, isn't that nice of you, Kat - escorting your father about for a walk. Though, I thought you were too old for chaperones?"

Randell just closed his eyes and let out a breath through his nose. "Laeyr, please return to your... aptly named vessel, and commence delivery of my goods. Finner, go with him and oversee the exchange, will you?" The larger of his guardsmen nodded curtly, then gestured for Rin to lead with way.

With a shrug, he winked at Kat before sauntering off down the pier, followed by Mioc, who cuffed him on the back of the head. The two began to argue as they ascended the gangplank, followed by Randell's large bodyguard.

"My apologies for his behavior," the merchant said once the young man was out of hearing distance. "He is one of the best at his trade, but dealing with... reformed pirates can be a taxing affair. Regardless, it's good to see the pair of you again. Did you receive the payment I sent, yet? I had one my servants go to the inn yesterday morning, and gave it to your barman."


" Such a luxury is took for granted on my part. You've yet to give me personal reason to believe otherwise." Then, she snaked an arm around his and Osiris made sure such could be done in comfort. " I can't imagine why " It was more of a statement than an actual question. He couldn't help but smirk. Osiris then came to look upon the gathered men who were handling their business. Osiris remained quiet for the most part giving his protectors a passing glance for more purposes of awareness. The greeting from Randell had given cause for Osiris to dip his head in greeting. " Evening, Randell. An honor once more." Rin was given a quick look before turning his focus toward the half-orc. This should be entertaining, he thought. Osiris didn't look toward the rooftops for he understood the meaning behind the gesture. There was nothing wrong with taking extra steps in regards to one's health. As Rin began to talk Osiris shifted his attention toward man. Her father? That was amusing. Osiris veered his gaze toward Ekaterina and then toward the younger man once more. Randell had him pressing onward with their business. The apology however had the Tsol Raa raising his other hand as if to indicate it wasn't any big deal. " His perspective of me being feeble gives me encouragement ." No harm, no foul. " Likewise," spoken in regards to their meeting but he had business with Kat and it was at this time he drew silent once more. He was observant and kept an attentive ear for what was going on around him.


She was about to respond to Randell's greeting, when Rin spouted off as she knew he would. She could feel the burn of his stare upon her chest, but would not acknowledge it, nor give him the satisfaction of trying to cover up. "Why Rin, thank you!" With an over exaggerated flourish to include a bit of lashes being fluttered in a demure way. "For thinking me to be thoughtful enough to accompany someone you view as feeble." The sweetest smile to then appear upon her lips. "And I await the day I walk in your presence, and someone compliments me on the accompaniment of my grandfather and seeing to his welfare!" Burn! So sweet was her tone, and sincere was the look upon features that seemed youthful and innocent in nature when she spoke. Then slowly a grin formed and a wink was tossed Mioc's direction, having met the half orc before. Then they were lured away by Randells man. Randell did Rin a favor, for that sharp edge of her tongue was just getting started with its cuts. Focus turned upon Randell after. "I have yet been back to the Inne, but I have faith that Radulfr has accepted it and used it for the purpose of its intent." Slow shake of her head. "I don't hold you responsible for what happened, though I do appreciate you taking on the cost of the damages." Sincerity in those words. "However, that's not what brings us to approach you this evening." A glance towards Osiris, then back to the Merchant. "We're in need of your services, though not just in your trade as a merchant. It involves unknown dangers, and there will be risks. We barely know one another, but you are a man with enemies, and I am able to help when it comes to that. Also, from what's been learned of the situation being faced, if it continues, any freedom you have applying your trade could very well end." Just a slight synapse to see if his attention was gained, or if he might even be interested in learning more about the situation.

"That assassin was clearly out for my blood, not yours..." the merchant replied smoothly. "Which reminded me that I have quite a bit of coin, but so precious few allies these days. It was no trouble at all." Then Randell fell silent as Kat began to explain her purpose. As an errant breeze swept across the docks, it shifted the merchant's cloak aside to reveal that familiar rose pendent, glimmering in its usual place upon his breast. It was gone as the wind settled, and the merchant's expression didn't alter a hair. He appeared thoughtful, mulling over Kat's words as he considered her tone and intent. There was no reason for the woman to lie, nor see any harm done to him. Perhaps she did hold him accountable for the inn, or perhaps paid off by another rival power, but Randell doubted that considerably. Only the assassin seemed to know who he truly was, or at least suspected. That, more than the creature or his threatening fangs and claws scared him last night. "It isn't your typical request," Randell said at last, frowning thoughtfully. "Perhaps we should go somewhere private so you can explain more fully?"


Mention of the beastly assassin from the other evening had led Osiris to think about where it had gone. It claimed it would return and hardly such threats went without substance. Ekaterina had the floor and she vaguely detailed why they would like his assistance to the matter. He turned to look at her when she raised her eyes to him. Though, as the wind took hold Osiris brought his attention toward the merchant. He had noticed the pendant he wore the previous day in due thanks to the wind. He remained silent and even now his senses were keeping a perimeter. Randell had a splendid idea. " The fewer ears to hear the better off we are." Less than a dozen and no more needed to catch wind of what they were soon to reveal to the merchant. Osiris was quite curios to see if he would join their cause. There weren't many that were willing to put their lives on the line for such for their own personal reasons. " You know every nook and cranny here, Kat. You know what to do " Osiris gave her that control.

The pendant had been noticed by the Norse on several occasions, but it had little meaning to her; other than some fancy adornment often worn by those who flaunted wealth. "We all need allies of one sort or another." An agreement on that matter, especially now. When he suggested a more private setting, she couldn't agree more. A glance towards Osiris, then back to Randell. "There's a shop just up the road that's empty, it has a room upstairs that's furnished and would offer comfort as well as privacy." A glance to each, then she'd step away into its direction. "One of my meager possessions." Stated with a hint of a smirk that would be unseen to them if they were behind her and not beside. "I didn't realize you did business with Rin too. Quite a handful I'm sure." Amused glance to be cast in Randells direction with that comment, before attention was ahead as she lead the way. Moving off the docks, they'd pass through the merchant area of the market, the various stands, tables, and tented areas that would be full of life during the light of day. A few were still active, those that dealt with the darker casts of mercantile to gain their wares or make exchanges. Then to the alley that was laid between the rows of shops that extended along its side. It would be the second building and its door that she'd pause. A moment taken as she rummaged through a small pile of stones that rested beneath the steps, to arise with a key in hand. This would be utilized to unlock the portal as she'd push through to enter the dark interior of the storage area. "Wait a moment." Stated to the two in her wake as she entered and disappeared into the darkness. Only a moment before a soft light would flair, and a small lantern was lit to illuminate the barren shelves and floor of the empty room. It was then she'd call to the door. "Alright." Awaiting their entry and seeing to the doors closure, before she'd lead them around to a hallway that lead to a set of stairs ascending to the small apartment above. Setting the lantern upon a small table, she'd set to the task of darkening out the few windows, by covering them with a few blankets she'd taken off the bed.


"Handful hardly begins to describe Rin Laeyr, but he's more profitable than he is annoying - perhaps one of the reasons he's still alive, otherwise his own crew might've done him in years ago." Again, Randell made a signal to the rooftops, then spoke softly to his remaining bodyguard. The lithe man didn't seem to like the suggestion, but he nodded regardless. He would follow at a distance, and take up guard around the mouth of the alleyway. Not right at the threshold, but keep an eye from across the street while trying to be discreet. As he waited with Osiris outside, his only commented to the man was an arched brow before Kat came back and led them inside. He watched as the flaxen-haired beauty went about preparing their solitude, neither commenting nor expressing any concern or curiosity anymore. When Kat finished, he leveled a stare in her direction. "So, what's going on?"


Ekaterina lead and Osiris quietly followed. Casual every step of the way while remaining alert to his surroundings. The remaining merchants were given a quick glance but nothing too lingering. The alley way came into view and he stopped when motioned to. This brought his attention back toward the guard at the end of the alley way but only for a second. The arched brow from Randell had Osiris looking past him. " She'll tell you everything you need to know to know to make your decision." She emerged and he was following behind Randell this time. As she got situated and the merchant presented his question Osiris decided to speak up as well. " While you fill him in. I'm going to go search for Nadja. The sooner we know the quicker we can decide " He didn't wait for Ekaterina's confirmation because he already knew what she was going to say. It was one of the perks of being a mentor. The insight of the mind was quite revealing. Steps led him back down and he took great caution in covering the tracks. The only soul that knew he had even been that way would have been Randell's guard.


There would be no need to explain the plan completely, for if he chose to refuse the invitation, the less he knew the better they would be. So, highlights would be best, and the mention of what benefit it would gain him if he chose to go along. When Osiris spoke, she'd just nod her head, the main purpose at the present was seeing if Randell would be joining the entourage. "It's quite simple. The Barbarian King to the north is gathering quite an impressive army around his lands. He's in the accompaniment of a Dracolich, quite a powerful creature from my understanding. They are using some form of arcane to strengthen their cause, and rumor is that his intent is to lay siege to all lands to gain full control and dub himself as ruler of all." Speculation, but it was the information gained. "We plan on going in and disrupting their ploy, by taking from them some key items used to set their powers. Items that Osiris can use to put a stop to the Dracolich. Now, how will this benefit you? When we find these items, they'll be located in a Dragons Horde. Osiris only wants a book and a few items, the rest will be yours to claim if we succeed. The Barbarian King has sent word out through all the lands, that he seeks a mate to provide him an heir. I will be presenting myself in the name of Kiel, offering him gifts and myself in return for his favor of our lands. However, it's just a pretense to get our foot into the door so to speak." She'd let that sink in for a moment. "This Dracolich knows of Osiris, and that he can stop him. He was going to accompany me in the guise of my personal advisor. This knowledge has now made that impossible, and so we extend to you to stand in his stead. To be an assistant to me in helping me to fool the king and detour his attentions so Osiris can gain the attentions of the Sorcerer of dark arcane." It wasn't the entirety of the situation, but enough information to allow him to make a judgment call and accept or decline.


Quite simple. Barbarian King. World Conquest. Dracolich. The last had Randell frozen where he stood, and finally that perfect mask of calm cracked. Concern touched his features gently, but he didn't speak until Kat was truly finished. It was moments like these that he truly believed in things like fate and destiny, yet he spited such powers too many times to truly believe in their potency. "I have heard... rumors trickle down from the northern reaches," the merchant said carefully, ladling out his information in small portions - never enough to reveal how much he knew, and what remained in ignorance, but always a hint of something more. Her own words revealed a wealth of knowledge he never had before. Most telling was her comments over Osiris. So, he's a match for a Dracolich, is he? Was the thought before Randell began to nod. Pointy hat, indeed... "If what you say is true, then I will help. I've traveled extensively, and am somewhat a historian and scholar... I study the cultures of past and present cultures, which often helps in business dealings. If any of my expertise or resources can help your quest, I'll do my best to see you safely there... without having your tongue wound the wrong lord's pride..." he added the last with a hint of a smile, his gray eyes glinting quiet tempests contented by a tempered and keen mind. "We can discuss the finer details at my new residence. I finally purchased a manor upon the cliffs - Hrothgren was its old name. Ancient, fortified and gray... it suits me perfectly."


She listened as he sorted things out, and then actually smiled when he accepted the task. "Then we'll meet at your new residence, under the guise of a home warming." Since he was in sense a new neighbor. "We'll meet then, Osiris can fill you in on details that I'm unfamiliar." To his comment about her sharp tongue, where she considered it more wit, she'd just grin. "I can be sweet when I want to." It was then she'd move to collect the lantern. "Then we'll part ways this night and meet another." She'd lead Randell out of the store, back through the storage area. Extinguishing the light of the lantern before they'd step out the door. She'd not dally to wish him a good evening, or further conversation. There were things she still had to accomplish, that could only be done during the cover of night.

[Ekaterina]

Night had befallen upon the land, and many of the hard working denizens had long ago laid to rest and nestled into their beds. Yet, there was still life in the port city, so noted by those that milled about the market looking for those late night deals. Many vendors and merchants continued to sell their wares by way of torch light and lantern. In the bank of buildings that semicircled the area, a few were open for business, though the most popular seemed to be the Bloody Bore tavern that offered food, drink, and companionship for a meager pittance. This night was cooler than those of previous nights, since the passing of a recent strom; not that any were complaining. A light breeze came from the spanse of water of the port, bringing with it the scent of the sea to intermingle with that of various foods, autumn blooms, and braziers filled with inscents used by various merchants to lure customers their way. In the midst of all this, the Norse was taking her usual nightly stroll. Though no cloak was worn, the gown adorned gave comfort enough this evening. It would be to the merchant that sold various flavors of ale and mead to which she'd make her way, and there to purchase a honey mead to sate a thirst as she stood off to the side to watch the people as they passed.


The night previous had been too kind to him. There was very few things he could wish for and retaining a particular woman nearby was a blessing in its own right. He had been able to sleep and rest a majority of the morning. Upon awakening he had began to meditate and had been most of the day. The trance he entered upon had stolen from him the awareness of time itself. There was so still much to plan for and even more to consider in the upcoming trek to the
north. Images wrecked his cerebral consciousness of years past searching for more reasons. Only to come up short. Ekaterina was not the only one out after dark. Osiris had also taken to the streets to give his brain a break and to see what the darker markets had to offer in the port city. The Tsol Raa's attire consisted of a simple sleeveless tunic composed of ebony and silver. It was overlapped with another full tunic of onyx and pearl. Armor was evident by the traces of leather and the two-piece boots he donned. A van brace matched the rest of his apparel and it stood out amongst the rest. A katana sheathed along his back providing further knowledge that risk came into the hands of any attacker. Hazel gaze came to trail along some of the wares a particular merchant had. Amulets, specifically. Several other pieces of jewelry laid about but he had questions about a specific piece. The very one that Ekaterina had worn the night prior.


About the exposed slender column of her throat was worn the pendant purchased the night before. As it had then, the blood red gem still seemed to collect and reflect the surrounding dim light within its translucent body
and pulsate in perfect rhythm with the beat of her heart. The warmth it emitted offered what seemed to be a blanket of comfort to the damp chill that clung to the night. It wasn't something she noticed consciously at the
moment, it just was. She had returned to the market area earlier in the morning, to do as Osiris was doing now. Trying to track down that particular vendor and get some questions answered. However, what she found only left more questions to be asked. The cart was still there, as was the lean-to and table filled with bobbles. What wasn't, was the man that sold it to them. Another there when she arrived, who swore up and down he was the only merchant that rented said spot, and had for over a year. He had neither partners nor employees, nor had he ever. He claimed that he left for some time to partake of a meal, and that someone had rented him a companion at the Bloody Bore for several hours. If one ever seen his wife, they'd understand why he jumped on that. Thus, the item was kept close, literally to her heart. The mead tasted good this evening, or it seemed so, for when the tankard was lifted to drink from she found it surprisingly empty. Even looked at the bottom to ensure a hole hadn't been punched to boost refill sales. Not finding one, she'd turn back to the vendor and pay for a refill.


Stranger things have happened. Osiris had come across the same issue regarding the merchant that stood there now. Though, Osiris took his word for it and he was left to examine the goods upon the table now. There wasn't anything of further interest at this point. Thus, leading him in the direction of the other merchants attempting to make gold or fifteen. His walk was slower than normal but only because he continued to scrutinize the other vendors as he passed them by. He still couldn't comprehend what felt off the night prior and retracing his steps was only adding further aggravation to the matter. After a short while of meandering he came across the gown-clad lioness. She had been wearing more of them since her role with the Barbarian King had been decided. His stride became more casual and his gaze trickled toward the tankard she was holding. He even watched her as she checked it for a hole or other treachery with the container. Ekaterina would see him long before she'd catch wind of his foot falls. Silence was golden in many art forms. "Do you miss your leathers and your hides, leopard?" Dark hues looked her over without a trace of lust but rather admiration of her beauty. It wasn't long lasting for he found her eyes to be the most captivating attribute. It was there his found refuge.


Ahhh, but there was one more thing about him that she'd note before she'd envision him; sandalwood. It was a part of him, whether he knew it or not, and quite distinctive. This would be the cause of action that when the refilled tankard was claimed, she'd slowly turn to seek out the scents source. It was then those icy shards of crystalline blue fixed upon him. It would be a momentary showing of a smirk, to quickly be replaced by the smile she's lately worn; playing her part. "You have no idea." Came the softly crooned words. "It's all for a good cause, and at least the gowns I wear are comfortable." Glancing down at herself, flaxen mane worn loose and shifting over that left shoulder with the action. "Although, I have considered on having one constructed from hides and leather. Do you think it would it would be becoming?" Peering up at him from beneath that thin veil of fallen strands, and it was then she couldn't help but to show that hinted wicked grin before head rose and smile again in place. A moment to take a head to toe perusal of his own chosen garb. "Quite befitting yourself." Pale hues then rose to meet that whiskey
gaze.

Indeed, the aroma was quite signature to his approach when he wasn't utilizing caution or subtlety. Even now it was difficult to imagine her wearing a gown back in their youth. So wild and rambunctious with an eager blade. The thought amused him. "A woman of Norse descent seeking the affections of a King. I believe it to show more truth in yourself than a faux facade of what you are trying to become." A glance offered toward the vendor nearby and then back to Ekaterina. "I've faith you'd win over his impression by breaking from the traditional garb." There was a gentle smile of his own. "But, when he asks as to why... what will be your reply?" Did she think that far ahead? He was positive that she had. The cascade of blonde before her eyes was shifted behind her ear with a swift notion of his hand. "I'm partial to mobility. As always... what good is strength if you cannot lay a finger on your opponent?" She had experienced such first-hand already. The quickness of the Tsol Raa and his masterful illusions had turn the tide of battle more than once.


Now those words did strike a chord within her, and not one that would make a man duck due to an iron skillet being aimed at his head. But one that really made her think. "Hmm... I had that thought the other day, and you've added strength to the argument I had with myself." Not that she stood before a mirror doing so, but it was a back and forth battle in her mind. "I have to concur with your assessment of this particular situation ...." Head tilted slightly and she'd offer a wink with a hinted smirk. "...don't let that go to your head either!" Teasingly stated. The tankard was then set aside and she'd turn to walk over to him, then shift in position so her back was facing towards him. A hand moved to snag the length of her hair and pull it forward over right shoulder. "Unlace me!" A simple request, and yes, they were standing in the middle of the marketplace, but it was asked all the same.

He noticed that nerve being stricken for it wove the telltale within her eyes. A faint cant of his skull as she fed his silent curiosity. Then, she caught him with a wink and his smile brightened. “I’m much to humble," he was quite sure she'd get a laugh out of that. As she neared she shifted to where her back was given to him. Twice now if he had been anyone other the opportunity would have been golden. Amazing, the element of trust. The power and comfort that came with such a characteristic. Her request had caught him a bit by surprise and he was about a breath away from asking why but he held off. There was light glance offered toward the vendor who looked about as dumbfounded as Osiris. "I have that effect on her." Jest, as he took to Ekaterina's request. But, he took a little more pleasure than he should have. String by string and lace by lace the material was undone until she was completely unfastened. Afterwards, he took a step back to give her room to do whatever she needed at that point.


"Mmhmm." Seemed to be a common answer when she had no words to impart, or was biting her tongue ... this would be in response to his humble reply. A glance up at the befuddled merchant when she heard his comment directed towards the man, and she couldn't help but to lightly laugh. This time, only a grin to be the response, though Osiris couldn't see it from his position, the merchant could. Feeling the material as it released its tight hold upon her, and there was even a sigh of relief. Once she felt him step back, she began stripping the gown off right there and then. Of course this would cause a pause of some in the milling crowd, and comments to be made along with wolf whistles heard. No matter what was expected to be seen, all would be disheartened. Miss her hides and leathers? Hell no, she was wearing them under said gown, now on display as the silk was stripped from her form. Though the top was nothing more than a thin vest creation, the pants like a second skin and both created from a thin deer hide that had been dyed black. Kid leather boots that reached mid-calf were of same coloration. A smirk to appear when she noticed the looks of disappointment on various faces. She had intended on handing the gown off to one of the men to take home to his woman, and then thought better of it. Taking a gown home that held the scent of another woman upon it might gain them a
blade in the gut, or back. Instead it would be a passing woman it would be thrust out to. "A gift from a stranger." Simply stated when she handed it off. Upon that left hip rested a long bladed dagger within its leather sheath. Stretch of limbs and her tankard reclaimed. "Sooooo much better!"

During her process of undressing the Tsol Raa had come to fold his arms over his chest. The woman's actions having caught a majority of the men's attention nearby and all Osiris could do was chuckle. While their lustful eyes wandered he couldn't help but notice the distance they kept from her. It was as if she were a black cat amidst a superstitious lot. Upon exposure she was wearing her leathers and hides. Now, why did that not surprise him? He could even hear a booing further away. Then, she handed off the garment to another woman and he couldn't quite fathom the reason. "Unfortunate, the colors accentuated you far too well to give away." The Tsol Raa clearly entertained by her antics and then he looked across her revealed gear. He knew she had even more blades and tricks hidden away. If not, then he had not taught her well enough. The relinquishment of her relief had caused him to laugh. "Breathing is quite a nice luxury isn't it?" A tug of his lips in the fashion of a wry smirk as he shot a glance down the lane and then back to her.


"A man had to be the creator of gowns. They're too tight, they squish areas and they make I disagree look big!" Stated in an amused tone. "I had indeed thought over the idea of my appearance several times. I had planned on arriving in my typical hunting wear, then changing after for a dramatic effect. I just didn't feel comfortable, and those d**nable skirts do make it hard to reach my weapons. Even with the slits." Notice it was plural, so he was correct in his assumption of hiding. Tankard lifted to drink from as crystalline blues glanced out over the market area. "I've been searching for that vendor from last night. I had a few questions for him, but have had no luck in finding him." Confessing that something, more someone, was able to evade her. It didn't sit well with her at all.


"Then, whomever had the idea had it right." A dip of his head but a lift of brow as if to add a further mischievous glint to his already misleading smirk. The conversation of her appearance had Osiris taking on a more thoughtful expression. "I would not suggest arriving with the image of a huntress. He might see through you, then." He stepped slightly to the side so that he could keep the vendor and herself in his line of sight. "The trick with illusions is to ensure they are believable enough but not so much they're questionable. A knight looks out of place with a dagger in hand. A child with a zweihander. Yet, the very art of the mind if unaware will choose to overlook these small, but detrimental points." He watched as she indulged in her drink and then came the topic of the unknown merchant. "Quite the mystery, indeed. I've little faith we'll see him again. It is not so much him I am concerned with as I am with the precious jewel around our neck. Very little can withstand my cold nature for long periods of time. Yet, we slept in the same room and in the same bed with hardly any issue." The saying when things were too good to be true came to mind. "I want to believe we made out like bandits on such an item. However, I cannot help but notice how concise it is with the beating of your own heart. What does it mean?" Concern crossed his facade as his hand stretched forth to lightly hold the pendant to examine it again. Doubtful, he'd fine any more than he had before.


His first comment would have her giving him a side-long look with a slight arch of brow. As he continued, focus returned to looking over the market area and several sips of the mead would be taken. "A lesson you taught me well those many years ago. Though that was dealing with a completely different situation than now, or so it seemed to me." Looking over at him. "The last King I seduced, it was to get him alone and do what I was paid to do. This time, it's not just to end his life, it's to over throw an entire kingdom, because that's what we're about to do." The grandeur of the situation was slowly sinking into her mind, was it his? It was more than just retrieving a book, mainly because of what they had to do to get it. Or at least how she was viewing such. Then when he reached to hold the pendant, focus would shift to his hand and it. "I'm beginning to question that myself. You know how I feel about the arcane Osiris. But this doesn't seem to bother me. Maybe because of its benefit it's blinded me to any other potential?" Pale hues lifted to settle upon his face. "In truth, I don't think I could part with it." Being openly honest. "It's not as if it has a hold on me, I just find comfort when I have it on."

She had given a much deeper enlightenment to their scenario. "It certainly feels as if the odds are stacked against us." A moment more to consider their circumstances and what was involved in grabbing a single book. Surely, if others knew they'd thought he had gone mad. But, the topic of the pendant deterred his thoughts on the matter and he was left looking at the pendant more so. "That's the part that concerns me." He lowered it enough so that it didn't crash against her flesh. "I've no ill feelings or thoughts but perhaps that is the illusion. The fact it has me questioning unnerves me a bit" While Osiris knew a great deal; he didn't know everything as many individuals claimed he did. "Are you so certain, Ekaterina?" In regards to her belief it didn't have a hold on her. Claiming it was comfort as opposed to the pendant's effect. "My instincts are telling me one thing and my senses another. The trouble I find is not being sure in which to believe." He did smile regardless of the situation's depth. "We'll just need to remain cautious of its potential power and unforeseeable consequences” Sounded like a good compromise, right? For, he knew he wasn't going to remove it without some sort of debate.


Brows knit for a moment as she befell into thought. She'd set the half-filled tankard aside to put a bit more focus on the pulsating bobble. For a long moment she retained her silence, slowly icy blue eyes would lift to rest upon him. "It's not so much the pendant that has me seeking answers. It's more who is behind it, and why. Someone went to great lengths to see me possess it. And the fact that someone had to foresight to know I would stop by that particular vendor alone that makes me pause, along with taking note of it. But even with those questions in mind, I don't feel a sense of threat." Slowly shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. Then she'd smile to his last comment and nod. "Always cautious Osiris. Maybe we're too suspicious for our own good sometimes, but then that's our nature." Slight shrug.


While her concerns did hold a measure of weight he couldn't help but think about the stone. "Hmm, quite the conundrum." Just because they didn't sense the threat didn't mean there was potential for one to be there. It was like deciding if a book was worth reading by looking at its elegant cover and captivating title. "Our choices and experiences in life have led us good reason to. If the bed was not checked for monsters how do you know they're not real?" The corners of his mouth curled heavenward. "It is quite a thought to imagine someone would go to such trouble to ensure you, of all people, would obtain it. However, I've got this inkling of a feeling that our gypsy friend might know a thing or two about this little artifact." They were rather renown for the mystical. "She might have even seen the reason behind why you got it or maybe even a face." One could hope, right?

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