Quest - Ledger of Rituals Pt 2

[Ekaterina]

A glance in Osiris' direction and the change would be noted. However, unlike the others, she didn't outwardly react. As if that was the way he looked all the time. Attention then upon Randell as he imparted his information. "I never thought the man to be feeble of mind, even if he has truly gone mad, Randell. One doesn't hold the position of King, unless they have a sense about them, or powerful people behind him. Either way, I don't expect this to be an easy task, nor do I honestly believe it won't hold risks. It may not go over the way expected at all." A glance then to Osiris. "There's even more interesting individuals beginning to appear. Like men who wear masks in the shape of a dragon, who are also seeking out a certain Dracolich that has something they consider theirs." A tid bit of information she was hoping to share under different circumstances, but it would be shared openly now. Looking over to Rin with a slight tilt of her head. "What's the matter Rin? You keep referring to him as an old man, and now you are taken back by the image you produced?" Brow to rise slightly.

Positions of everyone were noted and set to the back of his mind. It was to the point now where it looked as if he could break a hip or fracture an elbow simply by moving. Yet, side to side he rocked while the information was provided about the Barbarian King and the newly introduced mask wearing phenomena. From the darkest of blacks to the most brilliant of white Osiris' eyes shifted and latched onto the image of Rin. Ekaterina toying with the pirate while Osiris finally provided the words to the inquire. " Two simple requests, Rin. " Or so said the geriatric male. " The first... " coughcoughcoughhack! Was that on Rin's boot? " My apologies. The first you must make a cup of tea. A dab of honey if you please kind sir. " He used a sleeve to wipe some of the drool off the corner of his mouth. It even looked like his body had shrunken into some of his attire making him appear much smaller than before and even with the hunch. " Your second task of proving your... " Head raised like he was going to sneeze. But, he managed to catch it. " ... your worth will come after the first is complete. " How hard could it be? A knowing look passed to Randell as well as Ekaterina. Their words not having gone missed but Osiris had to maintain a little bit of focus. " Nice, warm cup of tea... " Near toothless grin.


Randell just shook his head slowly, finishing another snifter's worth of brandy with a long pull. A long night, indeed. "You forgot the pointed hat, Osiris..." the merchant pointed out.

Rin was just staring at the old man, frowning still. When Osiris began to cough, Rin took a step back, muttering as he scraped his boot hard against the wooden floor, trying to get the spittle off. "A cup of tea? And I am to accomplish this great feat how - can I use any means at my disposal?" the pirate asked, brow raised.

The merchant just sighed. "Are you certain you don't want to see those hot springs now, Ekaterina?" Randell asked in a whisper.


Oh how she wanted to outright grin, smirk, and even laugh; but she didn't. Oh no, she maintained the most serene of images with that youthful expression of innocents, even if those icy shards did belie the truth. She almost lost it hearing Randells comment, but still maintained. Then Osiris spoke of Rin's first task, and focus was upon the Pirate with a curious glance. "Surly even you can fill a cup with tea, Rin." Motioning to the tea service that rested on the table that set between she and Osiris. His mug and the server of honey both at its side. Her hand would motion to direct his attention to it, as she slowly rose from her seat with tankard in hand. Moving to the bar to offer the empty vessel to Radulfr, waving off a refill. Randells words whispered as she stood near, and she'd glance over at him and this time she would chuckle. "And miss this?" Slow shake of her head. "Hardly." Playful wink directed his way and she'd move back towards the hearth. Though, instead of reclaiming her seat recently vacated, she'd move to stand at the hearths side. Enjoying the warmth and a front row seat to view all that would transpire.

In truth none of this was to be taken to any offense. If Rin was to come Osiris had to ensure that they were in good company. As simple as the menial task was it held a great deal of depth. An artful cut of the eyes toward Randell as the pointed hat statement was made. It was tough as hell not to just burst into tears laughing. " Indeed, " he attempted to say in the rough, gravelly voice. Three shades deep of death itself in delivery. The question from Rin was practically answered by Ekaterina. Osiris lifted his boney hand from beneath the fabric of his long sleeves and pointed in the same direction she had. " Easy... Sonny. " So raspy and aged. " Don't want you to hurt yourself... " There was another fit of coughs and mucus snorting. Sigh as if he had trouble breathing. " ... over such a great feat... " His face nearly had that pug-dog look with the overlapping wrinkles. " I ain't getting' any younger, boy. " Swallow of spit and both hands grasped the wilted cane for stability.

Then... Rin grinned. "Very well, I'll make you a cup of tea... by any means at my disposal. Myoc!"

The half-orc stepped forward, arms folded across his thick chest, frowning knowingly.

"Make Kat's grandfather a cup of tea, would you?"

There was a pregnant pause, then - "No," the half-orc stated flatly.

Rin chuckled, turning to Myoc. "You think I'd ask this of you without being prepared?"

That caused the half-breed's brow to arch.

"My bottle of Old Sour Reddin," the pirate stated. "I was saving it to give you on the solstice, but this is as good a time as any..."

There was another hesitation, but apparently Rin knew Myoc's weaknesses too well, for the large man headed toward the kitchen with an unnaturally quiet stride.

Rin took to a stool next to Randell, looking quite comfortable. "I could use a cup, too!" he called into the kitchen.

There was only a grunt in reply.

"He's actually quite good at making the stuff. And an accomplished cook, if you'd believe it."


A slow shake of her head with a soft tsk, tsk to sound. "And here I thought he was a man of means. Too bad." Quietly stated, and a look of disappointment to fix upon the fine details of features. Slowly she'd cross the slight distance to where Osiris sat. Leaning forward, oh yes, that would give Rin an eye full the way she did it, but distantly so. A soft whisper of words to Osiris. "I know where to get my warmth." A near purr of words to sound as her hand moved to insert within her pocket to withdraw the pendant and chain kept there. Earlier tasks had made it necessary for its removal, less it would give away her position to those she wished not to let know she was there. As she moved to stand once more, she'd pause to place the softest of kisses to Osiris' cheek, then stand fully. A glance towards Rin, then Randell before she'd move to reclaim her seat. Once settled, the task of placing the chain about her throat would then take place. As soon as the translucent stone touched flesh, the tell-tale sign of a soft inward glow to illuminate the pulsating motion of what it contained within.

Resourcefulness despite any means was a valuable resource in any land. While the outcome may not have been what many had expected brilliance was exhibited and preparation displayed. The power of the mind in its glory and the witnessing of such gears turning. But, without a guileful hand or body tolerant to the elements even the cerebral functions were limited. Myoc slipped into the kitchen and a soft nod was provided toward Rin in a job well done fashion. The soft whisper from Kat graced the shell of his ear and the Tsol Raa had a deterrence of thoughts. He looked toward her pendant and then lifted his eyes toward her after she kissed his cheek. Oh, how that smile of his lit up. Business! Had to get back to business! Rin was locked within his peripheral once again. The very old man began to stand and he hobbled his ancient ass toward Randell and Rin. The clank of his stick followed by the pat... pat of his feet. Three seconds for each motion forward until he was close enough to Rin. " The next task is more physical. " This, is where Osiris began to grin and perhaps his youth shown through for a second.

"I won't be kissing you like she did, old man..." Rin cut in right there.

Yes, this is where revenge on Kat would come into play. " You must land a single kiss upon Ekaterina's lips. " Yes, specific this time around. The last was left vague on purpose. A glance to Kat and Rin cut him right then and there! Oh, how he laughed. " You got a pretty mouth, Rin. But, you'd be using it for something more other than kissing me. " He laughed and nudged him with his stick before hobbling back to his seat.


That lit up Rin's features. "Now that is a task suited to my skill set..." and rising from his stool - grunting as he was prodded in the ribs - Rin turned to Ekaterina with a feral grin. With a slow saunter, the pirate made his way over to the pale-haired vixen, leaned forward and whispered something in her ear. "The old man is trying to make a fool out of both of us - perhaps you'd like to make him jealous? A chaste peck to the lips will accomplish something for both of us. Me, succeeding in the task, and you... holding it over his head what I whispered to make you kiss me... something that I'm sure will be nagging him for quite some time..." When he finished, Rin pulled back and arched a brow at Kat, waiting.

Randell watched, smirking. "What's the betting?" he asked Osiris just as


Myoc came out of the kitchen with a steaming kettle and a few tea cups. Setting one down before both Randell and Osiris, the half-orc poured, then set the kettle on the bar counter.

Curious, Randell took a sip, then nodded in satisfaction. "It's good to know that Rin doesn't lie about everything. This is quite good..."


Now that had her sitting up and taking notice. Her head snapped to the side as she looked towards Osiris as if he just grew a second head. Attention was then upon Rin and eyes narrowed as she slowly rose from her chair. She'd look over to Osiris and Randell for a moment, then look back up to Rin. Head tilted as she considered the words whispered near her ear and something else. Slowly a smirk would appear upon her lips as she took the few steps that would close the distance between herself and the Pirate. "If you want it, you have to take it. I give nothing away." Crooned to the towering male before her. Hands were at her side, she made no move to snag her weapon to hold against his gut, or to threaten his family jewels with; yet. Icy shards of blue would gaze up into Rin’s and hold. "Only a true man can kiss me, let's see if you have what it takes."


Tricks and trade. Osiris seemed to always carry a serious air about him but those that got to know him deeper understood it wasn't all true. There were times he could be as light hearted as any bard and simply enjoy time with others without having an ulterior motive. The pirate was already on the move and Kat's look had him shrugging a bit. No idea what was whispered nor would he even attempt to find out. Myoc brought the tea out and Osiris looked to the half-breed. " No good deed goes unpunished. But, many thanks for the tea. " Genuine in all it's worth as he sampled it after Randell had. Osiris made the necessary preparations and the comment of betting had him looking to Randell with a bemused smirk. " I believe it is in Rin's favor, unfortunately. Ambition is solid. Desire already sold. Youthful haste... Temptation's fool. " That last one sounded a bit off, didn't it? " I'll have to ask for my point hat back after this, by the way. " It had become more of an inside joke between them.


"No, it's mine Osiris. Now I have the power to turn people into frogs and such..." Randell replied with a rolling gesture of his hand.

Rin was simply staring at Kat, then. His head was thingyed to one side, and he watched her as
one might a cat. Liquid in motion, sleek, yet apt to scratch your face off. "Stop me, if you wish..." the pirate dared her, reaching a hand forward to caress the line of her jaw, tapering down to the chin so he could lift her head... just... so, perfectly positioning the woman's lips as he leaned forward and...



She'd watch every move he made, and she didn't pull away when his hand moved to become familiar with the soft surface of flesh. Allowing him to position her as he would, was there a catch? When he leaned in to kiss her, he would get a surprise. It would be how soft and warm those lips felt when they touched his. The light scent of Lilly of the valley to assault his nose. He might feel the motion of her hand as it rose, but not to do as he might have thought. No punch in the nose, or a right hook to his cheek, nor even a fist in the gut or below. It would move to rest lightly against his cheek, however, the sensation of that touch was unlike that initial of lips. Cold and leathery would be the feel of that skin, almost boney in nature the touch. The soft scent of Lilly of valley began to slowly recede and the scent of age, musk, and mildew to take its place. The soft warmth of lips too would slowly recede and that of something dry and cold now pressed to his lips. When Rin opened his eyes, it wasn't Kat that stood there before him in a moment of passion or sharing a moment. It was the old man that had so dared him the task that stood before him now!

" Frogs are a thing of the past, my friend. Penguins are the new polymorph. Merchant should be with the times. " Osiris turned to witness the actions beginning to unfold. Quietly, observing and occasionally sipping from his tea. The anticipation was getting the better of him to see what Kat was going to do. Rin was fortunate. For, what he did kiss was indeed Ekaterina and what she evolved into was a materialistic mirage of him. " Lead him with temptation and he becomes without question. Give a simple request and it all becomes a query. " Amusing and it gave Osiris an idea of what to expect on a miniscule degree. " You're in, Rin. " The tea grasped once more and given a good swallow.

Rin yelped and leapt back and was Spitting several times.

Randell watched on, chuckling to himself, putting down the tea and picking up the brandy.

What was truly unexpected was the deep baritone of Myoc's laughter.

He shook his head, glanced between the two Osiris', and then smirked. "All right, gramps, you aren't such a bad kisser after all, 'eh?" he glared at both of them again, then gestured for the still guffawing half-orc to follow him. Without missing a beat, and still being close enough to get away with it, Rin pinched Kat's backside before slipping away like an eel. Whether it was a bony rump or the Norse's tempting ass, that was yet to be seen, but it was a small measure of revenge. Regardless, he gave a two-fingered salute to all the room, and disappeared out the door.

"Gods, haven't laughed like that in years..." Myoc chortled, following his captain out.

"Well... that was almost too cruel, even for Rin..." the merchant stated. "Almost."



Laughter, full and rich when Rin leapt back and yelped; priceless. Concentration lost and the illusion did drop and she was as she was just in time to get a pinch on the ass? His hand would feel hers when she slapped at his as it withdrew. A grin and wink directed Myoc's way as he fell in step behind Rin. Then she turned and faced towards Osiris, the look in her eyes said he would pay dearly for that. Attention shifted towards Randell. "Cruel? Hardly. I could have been though. I could have looked like his mother." Add that for a reaction and visionary of thought. Then she grinned wide with a glance towards the door. "I hope that vision gives you the sweetest of dreams. I always thought you were jealous of him, seems I had that part wrong." Teasingly shouted out after Rin. Now she was heading to the bar and where Osiris sat.


It was well worth the laugh and the fact Myoc took to it so well and hearty made the effort all the more of a bonus. The statement from Rin had Osiris shaking his head but with a wide smirk. Then, he got that look from Ekaterina and he blinked with a faint hint of innocence. He shifted his attention toward Randell as well. " I'm not even that cold hearted, " said the pot calling the kettle black. The yell from Kat to Rin had him laughing again. " I would have taken your honest opinion of him but I couldn't let an opportunity go." Surely, one of Randell's class and skill understood. Slowly, Osiris' features began to lose the wrinkles, flesh began to smooth and tighten, and even some of bone structure began to reform.


At the mention of Rin's mother, Randell frowned, his face shadowed as a serious note shivered like a miasma in the air. "Rin's mother was a sleeper from Middleport," he said with a sigh, glancing between the two of them. "I should say a high-priced courtesan, but in the end they're all the same. They sell a service, and they get paid for it. Rin's mother was simply better at haggling, and had superior goods..." he took no humor in his own words, standing and straightening his coat. "She wasn't very fond of the boy - probably why Rin's so dead set on getting all the attention he can manage." Shaking his head slowly, he glanced between the pair of them. "Rin is obnoxious, petulant and arrogant to a fault. He's also shrewd, resourceful and skilled. Once you've won his friendship, you'll never want for a better ally..." He stopped there, meeting both their eyes. "Which is exactly why I didn't want him to come." Taking in a slow breath, his gray eyes took to the window, noting the hour. "But, we'll probably need him before long. And Myoc is almost as good to have at your side as Rin... good night Kat, Osiris." He nodded to both before slipping out the door himself.


Yep, you know how those Mama jokes can come back and bite ya in the ass. Crystalline blues fixed upon Randell as she moved to stand at Osiris' side. She almost felt bad for pulling that joke on Rin, almost. However, she did regret making the mother comment, even if it was meant to make a point. "He's a grown man, Randell, and his wish is to accompany you, not us. Even if he obnoxious and at times infuriating, I can see his strengths too, and I don't mean of muscle mass. If you don't want him to come, then talk to him. Be honest. We're not forcing anyone along, it has to be willingly and with an understanding of what could happen should we fail." A hand to lightly rest upon Osiris shoulder while eyes remained upon Randell. "You and I still need to sit and talk. If we're going to present ourselves in a manner as we are, then a facade must be created. But, there is another alternative too." Head tilted slightly as she gazed upon him. "Instead of my advisor, you could simply portray as you do now, a merchant. You too to bring forth gifts of tiding and congratulations. I'm sure I could get the little Rom to step up into the part, and it to be more believable, since the Gypsy woman knows more than I could share with you in a month’s time." Slight shrug. "The choice is yours to make, consider it and we'll talk tomorrow." A nod of her head to the Merchant then. "Night." Head tilted slightly as she looked to Osiris. "The hour grows late, it's not good for an old man to be up so long without rest." Amused twist to lips in the form of a grin, and glinted within those baby blues. "Perhaps I should help
a feeble old man up to his room?" Brow to rise slightly. Randell may have taken the wind out of the sails for a moment, but Kat was like her namesake. Quick on her feet and with changing situations with a single breath and placement of a smile. Laughter to be their companion as the two would head up the stairs to the room above. Radulfr enjoyed the entire evening, as the scene gave him something out of the norm, but frowned as he watched her move up the stairs with Osiris. She needed to talk to Osiris, but it would have to await another day. Things to be discussed that had gone too long in avoidance. She also needed to send word to the Gypsy. For soon all would be staying at the manor, the last phase before heading towards the north.

[Ekaterina]

Meeting of Randell and Kat

Rumor held Hrothgren to be in ruin - a solid, stubborn and weathered ruin fighting tooth and nail against the drag of time, but it was still seen in need of considerable repairs. When Ekaterina was brought along the old, winding road that led to its perch amongst the craggy cliffs thrusting out over the port city, Hrothgren had been transformed. The wilderness that had crept in upon its civilized halls had been cut back, and new outlying buildings of timber and freshly quarried stone were arrayed in an orderly manor outside the manor's walls. It almost seemed like a settlement on to itself, and an army of workmen diligently undid decades, perhaps century’s worth of damage. It still looked squat and severe, more castle's keep than country villa, but Randell had been right; it definitely seemed to suit the man. She could seem scaffolding, piles of stone and other equipment needed to revitalize the old structure, but at the moment it was ready to withstand a siege. Before the manor's gates stood a trio of footmen wearing breastplates and carrying halberds. They were all grim-faced men, veterans of one campaign or another, Randell always had a good eye for talent. Without a word, they would welcome her into the courtyard, and whatever guests or escort she had - if Kat brought any - showing them into the hospitality of the famed merchant.


Hrothgren was one of those settings that rested beneath a veil of stories, myths, and legends. Sounds that couldn't be explained or recognized, and the drifting of shadows that seemed un-natural in their presence and motion. Tales spun around camp-fires proceeding the usual dare, of one brave soul or more to attempt entry into the old dilapidated structure. Those that did tempt fate, only added more to the legends, myth, and lore of the area. One good thing, it did affect the resale value of the ones trying to get from underneath it, more because of the inability to afford the cost of repairs. Impressive was the scene she happened upon as she rode to the gate upon the back of that massive equine. Though it wasn’t so much the work and applied tradesman that captivated her attention at that moment, it was the guards. A nod of her head in their direction as she rode past and into the courtyard to see even more evidence of the work being done. She came alone, she wasn't one that needed a babysitter by any means. Riding up to the front door, sliding from the animals back to rest upon feet as she slowly turned about to take in all the sights. That was until her attention was garnered by one of Randells servants to lead her inside. The servant would probably get a bit antsy, since the Norse was taking her own sweet time as she checked out the interior as she was lead through. If the outside was impressive, what she came to view inwardly was more so. It was then she would be lead to the room where the Merchant was to receive her. After being announced by her chaperone, she'd slowly step through the door, icy shards of blue taking in the decor. Adorned this night in the leathers worn for hunting, having just returned from such before she made her way to the cliff side manor.

Her massive steed was taken by an elderly stable hand with a firm grip, yet kind eyes. He made a soothing noise to calm the beast as he led Kat's mount away toward a newly constructed stable built against the far wall of the courtyard. And while being led through the spacious halls, there was an artistic hand to be acknowledged in the tastefully selected pieces. Never overdone, yet just enough to relieve the coldness from the bluff, stone walls and ceiling which continued the trend of looking more fortress than formal home. Kat was led to a pair of double doors which parted to allow her entrance into a study. It must've been located in the back of the manor, where a large barrel tower sat, for the room's walls were curved, and the windows cut from the gray mortar were elegantly arched, and offered a breathtaking view of Kiel and the seas beyond. Bookshelves took over any remaining space, packed with volumes from countless eras, spanning a variety of subjects and appearing in all shapes and sizes. Randell was seat at a desk, which curved like the room, though facing toward the door so he sat in the interior of the crescent. His hand flowed across a sheet of parchment, and the merchant's script was swift and precise, almost like the movements of a fencer. Finishing, he'd sprinkle some sand over the fresh ink, return his quill to its proper place, then stand to greet his guest. Everything about the room had an organized feel to it, methodical and neat - though the groupings might be for the merchant's mind alone. Some things that looked to have nothing in common, were placed
amongst one another in a fashion that implied they did. Before she could question any of it, however, Randell had swept forward, wearing his usual long coat and knowing half-smile. "I see you finally made it out to my new home, Ekaterina... let me welcome you to my humble abode."


Crystalline blues would settle upon the merchant behind the desk, then another glance about the room before he stood to greet her. Focus was back upon him as she stepped further into the room. "Quite impressive, for a merchant." A hint of a smirk to display upon lips. "You must have some pretty impressive clients to do all of this." Leather encased hand lifted and moved outwards to indicate the manor as a whole. "And better security at your gates than any of the other nobles that neighbor you." Yes, she was beginning to suspect there was more to Randell that met the eye. For now, his secrets were safe, she'd not impose or try to intrude. "So, have you made a decision?" Inquiring about the suggestion she made upon last meeting, when she and Rin went toe to toe, and Osiris played his little parlor tricks he so adored.

"I've little over a dozen men, which hardly constitutes a proper garrison." Randell waved away her compliments with a shrug and a smirk, glancing around his study as if not seeing the grandeur she seemed to take in. "Trade is where true fortune lies these days, not amongst the outdated traditions of the aristocracy. I've a small fleet of trade vessels, and own mercantile outposts from here to the southern reaches. I've sponsored several Merchant Guilds in four prominent cities, and reap the benefits of a somewhat legendary reputation." He smiled at that, if only in self-deprecating humor. "It functions perfectly now, thanks to several trusted lieutenants and a great deal of deception, blackmail and manipulation... and so it leaves me free to expand my influence, or... take upon myself other ventures, such as your own quest. The answer is yes, Kat. I will come."


Icy shards of blue would openly regard him as he offered his credentials. Slowly she began stripping the leather gloves from her hands as she moved around the perimeter of the room. Looking over the items on display, and titles of books when she came upon them. "You said you were going to come already, Randell. What I was referring to, since you say this King is more than we give him credit for, of you traveling along as a wealthy noble ..." Glancing back over her shoulder at him. ".. and with what you just explained, a representative of the merchants’ guild.... " Focus to turn back upon the items as she slowly moved along the wall of the room. "... and be there to bestow gifts of well wishes, rather than as my advisor. If the man is as cunning as you say, then that facade he'd see through easily enough. There's a gypsy that will be accompanying us, and she knows me well enough she could easily fit the part." Slowly she'd turn to face him. ".. and having a visionary as an advisor, it wouldn't be suspect that it was a woman." Head tilted slightly as she tucked those gloves into the back pocket of leather pants. "It's just an alternative if you think you couldn't pull this off."

"That's one angle to consider," Randell answered simply, though his neutral tone gave nothing away. Arms folded at the small of his back, he turned toward the windows, not looking at her, but the scenery beyond the panes. "Then again, despite this King's intelligence, they are still mired in a culture with a warrior's mind set. Being accompanied, and taking advice from yet another woman might bring your standing lower in the eyes of this... conqueror and whatever court he entertains. While that might work to our advantage - one hardly suspects that which they underestimate - we cannot afford to look too weak or out of place." His gray eyes grew distant, as if he were seeing something far away, not by means of leagues, but time itself. A memory. "I have had to become many things in my life, to adapt and change in order to survive and thrive... I've been an advisor to important and powerful people before. It's not something I think I can do... I know so. As for me going separately? We will need to communicate and be seen with each other, no matter which plan we go with. It won't be out of sorts being in the constant company of your advisor, it will be odd if a merchant lord who just happens to arrive around the same time you did spends much of his free hours in your company... that will be harder to explain away, no matter how secretive and stealthy you wish to be about it." Here, Randell turned, and the full weight of his gray eyes fell upon her. "Ultimately, the choice is yours... asking me what I wish is not so important as succeeding in our mission. If you think this gypsy can do the job better than I, then do it. The greater good is far more important than pride or propriety..." He paused then, head canted to one side. "Regardless, I would like to meet this woman for myself..."


Arms lifted to cross over her chest and head tilted slightly as she listened to what he had to say. An occasional nod here and there as proof she was listening. A moment of silence to pass between them as she gazed back into his eyes. "The only reason I offered the alternative, is because you seemed to be unsure of the present plan. If it's questioned, or someone doesn't feel comfortable with the part they play, that in and of itself could lead to ruin before anything got started. I would like to have you along, I don't know why, and I'll openly admit, but I feel as if you'd be a major asset to the group, as well as any resources you bring along." She then turned to move to the closest chair and settle upon it, one leg to lift and drape over the arm as she sat at an angle. "If you've done such before, then you know what is expected, and that is more beneficial than being known." Head to turn to gaze directly at him. "So ... advise me!" Brow to rise slightly and a smirk to touch lips. "What do you need to know about me?"


His gaze followed her to that chair, and he matched her expression with a smirk of his own. The merchant had actually studied the woman quite thoroughly since their first meeting, collecting whatever information there could be gained outside Ekaterina's own head. However, having her so apt to answer questions, Randell simply couldn't resist. "Perhaps we should start off with a question about me," he said, and for just a moment his octave changed to match Rin's arrogant lilt. "What I mean is... how long have I advised you and your family?" he asked. "For once I've established my own history, then I can learn about your own... and those things I should, or shouldn't know in the time I've served you." Coming to her chair, Randell bent to a knee at the flank, glancing from her eyes down the slender landscape of her body, then back again. "And less you forget, we can be having this conversation in the comfort of my hot springs. And no, I will not be inviting Rin to attend... unless you really annoy me."


Head tilted slightly, and that smirk only grew upon her lips as her eyes met his. "Yes, we could be, but we're having it here and now. Besides, business always supersedes any form of pleasure, Randell." Playful wink directed his way and light chuckle. "I need your brain to be concentrating on the plan!" Resting back on one elbow as the other idly draped over that leg propped upon chairs arm. "As for the when, It would have been after I inherited all my holdings from the death of my father, and my ...." Here her smirk would turn into an almost evil twist of a grin. "... fiancé', rest their souls." Head rested against the back of the chair. "So it would be post death of Lord Hallsteinn Vlaken, once I realized the size of both the estates and all their holdings, I was in need of assistance in ensuring matters were properly tended to. However, we would have to excuse away Radcliff, who has actually been doing that. I guess we could just say, and he'd concur, that he's one of your men working in your absence."

"You seem to forget that the ability to think while being distracted is of the utmost necessity while performing such acts of deception," Randell countered smoothly, rising in a fluid motion as he stepped around her chair. "So, I was brought on after your father's death, and that of your fiancé... to handle the almost insurmountable task of governance of lands, vessels and other assorted property." She could feel his shadow against her, and then the gentle warmth of his presence as he leaned over the back of her chair. "Now, were you a petulant, spoiled young woman, thinking yourself deserving of the fortunes bestowed upon you, or were you reluctant to take hold of the reins of power? And are you a fair hand, or a harsh mistress - do you treat your subordinates with respect, indifference or disdain? Honesty right now will help us in the long run..." he reminded her, fingers brushing a few stray locks of blonde behind the curve of her ear. "I need to know the person that I've been guiding for so many years - where I dare push, and those subjects I dare not bring up. Do I live in fear of you, or do I respect your choices and
intelligence? Am I to be easily cowed by your anger, or stoically stand my ground in face of a choice I view poorly...?"


Had to give it to the man, he was bold, even more so than Rin ever exhibited. She'd not retreat from his touch, nor would she lean into it either. Simply sitting there as he spoke of the things he needed to know. "Yes ... neither petulant nor spoiled, I was raised to be independent and to think for myself. My father taught me the ways of the land, my mother the ways of the court; though it was due to her ambitions, not mine nor my fathers." Slight shrug of shoulders. "I wasn't reluctant to take the reins, it was with so many things that came within my grasp of power, and I sought someone to assist me in this matter. Having never run a business before, and suddenly I have several, plus all the land, and the workers that came with it, I wanted to ensure all was in proper order, and I was being taught along the way the values of business." Head to turn slightly as icy blues would gaze back at him. "As to how they're treated, it depends on what they deserve. Those loyal, get respect, those not, are dealt a harsh hand. I protect what is mine! But, I also take care of those who can't take care of themselves, so I could also be viewed as charitable in nature, never asking for anything in return for deeds done." It was then she'd chuckle as her eyes met his. "If you cowed before me, you would be the last person on earth to gain my respect. You want respect, then stand up for yourself and earn it. Even if it means the difficult task of butting heads with me."

"We're speaking of a hypothetical me that's been in your employ for years, not myself in actuality..." If Ekaterina only knew the point of his idle caress, or the other light touches he pressed, each time going further, testing her defenses and how far she'd go before reacting to a gesture or bold moment. "So, you respect honesty, dislike bootlicks and have a fair-hand at governance." He nodded, then began to question her about the status of surviving family
members, the lands and businesses she owned, and quite a lot of other mundane facts and figures she might know by heart. Time past, and dusk became night. Servants came in with trays of food, wine or any other beverage she might prefer. Randell had started taking notes in a small leather journal, jotting down numbers he would be responsible for knowing by heart. When he finally finished asking his questions, Randell took to a lean against the front of his desk and closed the small book. "All right, I've taken in every thing I'd need to know as a servant of the family... now is the time you need to share with me anything personal you might have revealed of yourself to someone in the position you have me in. If we are strictly business, that would be easier, but after years of service, there might be some moments that should stand out for me. And, in return, you'll need to ask me questions as well. I might not be 'Randell Daviun' the merchant, but the more we're familiar with each other, the better our act will be."


He'd learn she was a sole survivor of her family. As for businesses, she owned almost two quarters of them upon the docks, the warehouses, mines, ranches, and farms. As for land, she owned almost half of that, between what her father had, what was willed to her by the deceased fiancé, and the holdings she purchased after the untimely demise of two other nobles. The food and drink brought would be waved off, she wasn't hungry nor was there a desperate need to quench her thirst. She'd even toss in there the death of her only husband, when he was lost at sea and the fact she was with child when he disappeared. "I was seven moons along when the third attempt on my life was made. The two prior Alcandor .... " Her dead husband. "... had thwarted those. The third took place after he disappeared, though the blades that slit through me killed my child and I lived." The way it was stated was nonchalant, as if they were simply discussing the weather rather than the loss of blood. "I have since absorbed his fleet and merchant warehousing, as well as his crews. Radcliff was one of his top men and remained in my employ." Explaining further. "I am someone who likes to work my own businesses, such as the Inne. Although Radulfr manages it quite well during my absences." It was then she thought further. "I keep two books on all my holdings. One shows all products brought from the mines, crops from farms, and animals from ranches. How many, what they're worth, and what's been gained from sales. The second book keeps track of all things that come up missing, who is accounted for, who is not, and what noble has been seen snooping around my interests and asking too many questions and suddenly have a sudden strike of luck in merchandise that's unaccounted for of my own." Leg would shift from its resting spot over the arm of the chair, and slowly she'd rise to take a few steps to move near a window. If it wasn't open, she'd open it and stand so she could look out it, and also into the room with little to no effort. Icy blues to rest upon him. "Who are you really?" Brow to rise slightly as she pegged him with her gaze.

Randell frowned thoughtfully over the life that she just revealed to him, one that bespoke a great deal of loss. In her, maybe there was a kindred spirit to be found? It hardly mattered, the merchant was only willing to go so far when it came to revealing facets about himself. True, Ekaterina had revealed quite a bit about herself, but for every page of history she shared, Randell was certain a sentence or two was kept secret. Perhaps several other volumes entirely. That didn't matter as well, what was important was the success of this mission. Then Kat asked him that single question, and Randell sighed. "My name is Randell Daviun... I'm the son of a farmer, who was a better man than I will ever hope to be. And while I might weave deception and manipulation like a spider spins its web, I am a man incapable of telling a lie..."


That last revelation had her turning to face him fully. "If you're incapable of telling a lie, how do you intend to pull off being my advisor? It's a complete pretense and nothing but lies and stories fabricated." Arms to rise and cross over his chest. "Or are you working on their side?" It was always a possibility. They could have set plans into motion long before Osiris arrived and bespoke of the book. An intent to take over, by scoping out just what their bounty might be. "What exactly do you do, Randell, besides your involvement as a merchant?"

"If I never revealed that last bit of truth to you, would you have suspected otherwise?" Randell asked, brow arched. "What I revealed is a very dangerous weakness of mine, and a sign of trust. Something that is sourly lacking between us..." He moved around his desk to stand before her, arms still folded behind his back, chin held up and spine straight. "And what I do outside my trading affairs is my own business, Ekaterina. Being incapable of lying doesn't mean I have to answer..." it was a pointed statement, furthered by a slight narrowing of his eyes. That wilting rose pendent seemed to glimmer just thin, half revealed beneath his coat. "And people never stop to consider what the actual definition of truth really is... one might claim another a liar for whatever pretense they like, but the rules are quite clear, and easily bent. Now, if someone asks if I'm your advisor? Well... I'm advising you now, so at one point in our lives I was an advisor to you. Am I familiar with your family and business practices? Of course I am, you just told me. How long have I been at this... well, quite a while, wouldn't you say? Remember the first time we met, our idle conversation over a meal and brandy? Much was shared between us, and advice exchanged..." he shrugged, looking out the window now, the landscape changed beneath the heavy blanket of night. "I've lived a long time like this, Ekaterina. You are not the first to doubt me, nor will you be the last."


She openly studied him as he spoke, and a lingering of silence to fill the air once he finished. "Fair enough." Yes, there were many things she did not divulge, just as he had his own secrets to keep. Those who had need to know, knew. And on that information, he wasn't on a need to know basis. Just as he was doing the same with her. "Then I believe we've shared all either of us care to, or will. Unless you have something further to add, or ask, this should conclude our business."


Randell studied her for a long moment, then finally nodded, as if deciding something for himself. "I am willing to tell you more, but it comes at a price. I've a gut instinct that you're the type of person to keep your word, and so if you promise me you won't reveal my secrets, not even to Osiris, then I will explain a bit more about my past, and what it is I exactly do..." He paused, allowing her to drink all of this in. "I have no way of making sure you keep your promise, nor any means to enforce it, and so I do take a great risk in this, but other people know my secret, and if I'm to accompany you in this... I think you have a right to know as well."


She was about to step towards the door, when his last revelation caused all motion to halt and crystalline blues to fix upon him. Slowly a shift of form to have her looking directly at him. "As long as you give me no reason to use such information Randell, then my promise you have." She'd be honest in this. If he crossed her, or attempted any ill will, all bets were off and so would be the promise made. "What is this information that I should know?" Head tilted slightly and a brow to rise. "That you're married and have a hoard of children?" Slowly that smirk to rise. "Rin is really your son?" That smirk grew a bit more.


"I have a son, but no... Rin is not mine." Randell said, and almost sounded relieved. Perhaps it was a pretense at humor, but the merchant didn't linger long enough for it to be considered. "Like I said before, I am the son of a farmer, before bandits raided our village. My father died trying to defend our home, and both my mother and sister were raped in the grazing yard right outside the field in which I hid..." Randell also seemed possessed of that detached way of speaking, such horrors passing through his lips in the neutral, flat tone of a historian. "...I couldn't move, I just stood there... frozen, unable to turn away... neither run nor try and save them. I was a coward.
In the end, after they finished... using my mother, they put a spear through her chest and carried my little sister off with them. I remember... she didn't scream, nor cry for mercy or help. She was quiet, eyes open and glassy... and I think she might've saw me as they dragged her away. But she didn't say a word... it was like she was already dead." Randell, for the first time, touched his wilting rose pin. "You can imagine that left an impression on my young mind..." he offered her a wry smile. "I'll leave the rest of my tale for another time, except to say that I got my revenge, never found my sister... and that path led me to where I am today. Most people within positions of power have people like me... we're called many things. Master of Whispers, Eyes and Ears, Shadows and Spymasters... after a long time, I established my own network and use the information and profit I gain to further the agenda of the greater good. Why do I care? Again, there will come a day that I will tell you my reasoning’s, but for now... it's something I've done for a very long time, and I've plied my considerable resources toward that end. I favor a peaceful balance to this world, and this Barbarian King and Dracolich threaten that order. And that... is why I wish to help you in your pursuit to put an end to this man's tyranny. I don't consider myself a hero... far from it in fact... no, I'm just a man that does what's necessary." Randell took a breath, then quirked a brow at Kat. "Does that explain a few things for you?"


The tone of voice would indeed be noted, and a moment of humor was her intent upon speaking it to begin with. As was the marriage part, though it did divulge that he had a child, a son. Though to say he caught her off guard, would be an understatement, with what he revealed to her in that subtle confession. Normal people would have reacted with a sense of anger, or disgust. The Norse, however, did neither of those. Although, features did take on a stoic nature, and crystalline blues emotionless, although if they did turn a bit more frigid in coloration; as if her very gaze could freeze someone on the spot. She was no angel herself and had more blood on her hands then most warriors, but there were things she never would tolerate, nor condone. Rape was a senseless act, and she took a great pride in making those who enjoyed doing such to suffer for a very, very long time. They would pray for death, which would never come soon enough. Then she would turn to look out the window, her back towards him, which that in and of itself was a sign of some trust. "In a sense we are alike, although our paths followed due to actions that took place in our lives, our course of actions differ." A moment taken as she studied the distant glint of the ocean illuminated by the star filled sky. "You have a skill that is quite handy, and one that is in great demand by many." Slowly she'd turn to face towards him. "What assists me today could very well be the aide in my demise another day." Touch of a smirk to form upon lips, but it was empty of humor or amusement in its showing.

"Most things you encounter in life have the potential to be a threat, Ekaterina." Randell stated simply, and once more held a look of disappointment on his face as if his favorite pupil failed to answer a question correctly. "After what I told you tonight, you could easily cause me great harm... yet I took that risk. What we're doing is important... important enough to risk a great deal of truth." With a sigh, he joined her by the window. "In my past, I only worked for people I respected, and now that I am independent from any master, I follow my own code. You see me as a tool to be wielded by your enemies after this? I'm not so easily used these days..." he leaned forward on the stone sill, letting the wind caress his face as he breathed in the chill night air, tinged with the scent of the seas. "And I guess the question is this... now knowing all this, can you afford not to have me at your side?"


The Norse was never known to comply the way people expected her to. She walked to the beat of her own drum, and curiosity would come when questions needed answered. They were still in the discovery phase. She'd continue to watch him as he spoke further. "You're quite correct on that Randell." Referring to potential threats. "No one ever knows what the next day will bring, or if they'll see it at all." When he moved to lean against the sill, her back would rest against the wall. "I never said I see you as a weapon to be used against me, Randell. I said it could be a possibility, that one day our paths may cross in opposition." Head tilted slightly as she continued to watch him. "Where you live in a world of order and balance. I live in a world of chaos, greed, contempt, and vengeance. It may not be a matter of being used, as one day standing on opposite sides of a task." She was being honest with him. Attention shifted to fix upon the wall opposite the one she rested back against. "I considered you invaluable before you told me your secrets tonight Randell." Looking over at him. "And I even said as much. What you revealed has only strengthened that my instincts were correct about you being more than what appeared to the eye. For a man who denies practice of the arcane, you are quite a talented illusionist."

Randell chuckled at that, his amusement an earnest expression upon the hard lines of his face. "Yes, it takes a talented illusionist to work without the benefit of magic." Below, Kiel was lit with only a few sparse lights, while all else was doused in shadow and uncertainty. It seemed like a different city, without the sun's grace - an uncertain landscape of twisting corridors and countless walls. Similar to this conversation. "And while you're right in saying my mind follows a more orderly state of being, what you missed is what I said before. What's important is the balance, keeping the scales even... both order and chaos have their place, but one can never be made to rival the other. If that stance leads us to become foes one day, then we will face each other honorable and settle matters as the people we are... and not the ones we pretend to be."


A hinted smile, though it lasted but a breath in length of showing. "I heard what you said Randell, and I fully understand." Perhaps that's why no questions did come forth, nor that she expanded upon it. Some things were cut and dried, no matter how many times you dwelled over it or hashed it out; it would come full circle. "That day may indeed come, or another were side by side we might stand. Only time will tell." With that she'd push away from her lean against the wall, and arms uncrossed as hands moved to rest near her sides. "As far as a tool goes, those of us that do for others are exactly that, tools. When we do for ourselves, it's called survival. You and I are weapons that others wield, because they lack the skill or the balls to do it themselves." A hint of insight of her own, but she'd not speak further on exactly what it was that she did. He could assume as he wanted, and he might get a wrong impression with her taking on the part of the seductress; not that she truly cared or worried about it. "As for the Gypsy, you asked about her earlier. You can find her either in the market place selling her wares, or at her campsite. Just outside of Kiel to the north west, in the dense forest rests a large lake. She likes to set up her camp there..." Slowly making way towards the door before she'd pause. "...you won't be able to miss it." A glance back at him and she'd grin. "If we would have had this conversation at the hot springs, I don't think we would have gotten as far ... or you'd have confessed more." Grin to fully bloom before she'd turn to make way back out the very doors to which she entered through.

"Your mistake," Randell said with an amused tone, before she closed the door.