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    Slighted Hands (closed to SerCasimir)

    “I… Well, I’ve never really done this before,” Valintra had said, keeping her smile small and embarrassed. Fluttering her silver lashes, she averted her dark eyes. “Hiring a mercenary for anything… But I just don’t know where to turn and my poor father needs help.”

    It had only been an hour since the half orc had come in. While the intense gaze of blue eyes under a black brow only passed over her for a moment, Valintra had been keeping a close eye on him. His chainmail did little to hide the movement of rippling muscle. When he sat at the bar to order a hot meal, she went to work.

    The gossip around the tavern was already focused where she’d wanted it. A Coronian war hero, an old Drow who had defected from Alerar to aide in Raiaera’s corpse war and then come back with a small platoon of local soldiers after he’d saved them in the brink of battle, had been met with assassination attempts every night for the last week. He was a hero in the eyes of the people, having continued to denounce Alerar and work for justice in the rebirth of the township after Corone’s Civil War had left the town government corrupt and mean.

    When she finally approached Casimir, buying him a drink and quietly asking his attention, she knew he’d been listening to the news and the stories. The foundation was laid, and she only hoped that she could lure him to her cause by virtue of a sad story, gold, or both. Stammering her way through introductions, now she only needed to extend her offer.

    “He’s been ailing and last week Raiaera sent an envoy to see him, and you see, I’m worried for his life. I think one or both of them is trying to kill him. The first attempt on his life happened the night they arrived, and while the assassin got away, I have to wonder if this isn’t part of some plot.” She stopped and ran her fingers through her short hair, shaking her head before sighing. “My father is a hero, and has many enemies because of it. I…I really and truly worry that he is not safe. I need someone to find out who is attacking him and why. They won’t even let his children in to see him! I fear he may actually be dead.”

    Tears sprang to her dark eyes and she rubbed them away before adding, “Please, I am no match for these men who bar the door. And I can pay very well.”

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    Casimir, only recently returned to Corone, had hoped to have a quiet meal and a tankard or two before retiring early. He had heard rumors of Requiem resurfacing, and in hopes of reclaiming his father's heirloom blade he had taken ship as soon as he could. Talk was buzzing about the attemped assasination of a war hero, a Drow who had defected from Alerar. Casimir thought perhaps he knew the name from growing up in the care of Ser Bryndis, but he wasn't quite sure. In any case, it was clearly quite the scandal if a wayfarer's tavern such as this was so abuzz.

    He took a seat and called for food. The pretty barmaid brought him ale, stew and brown bread and when he spoke to thank her, she appeared visibly frightened, but offered a quiet thank you before rushing away. He frowned and began drinking from the large tankard. It was always the same, a mere glimpse of his green skin and tusks put everyone on edge. He had lost count of the pretty barmaids just like her who jested bawdily with other patrons but had to be nearly pushed to approach him. Kon was the only woman who had not treated him that way, and he was unlikely to ever see her again. He felt a pang of regret about that, but took a long draught to clear his head.

    Never forget that you're a freak.

    Just as he finished his ale, a young drow girl sat down at his booth, placing a fresh tankard in front of him. At first he couldn't believe such a thing, until she began to speak of her need for a mercenary.

    Of course, because every half-orc is a sellsword.

    Of course, while he was pickier than most, he was a sellsword, and so the irony chapped his hide even more. She claimed to be the daughter of the man in question, and she begged him for aid. He had no wish to be involved in political tussles, but she offered pay, and his purse was growing light indeed. It helped that her elven features reminding him of Kon, and so he found himself drawn into listening.
    "How am I to know you are this man's daughter? It seems strange that if you are that they would bar you from his side."
    Last edited by SerCasimir; 01-26-16 at 07:34 PM.
    My good blade carves the casques of men, my tough lance thrusteth sure, my strength is as the strength of ten because my heart is pure... -Alfred, Lord Tennyson Sir Galahad

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    “That’s exactly why I worry, sir,” she said, nodding. “If they are friends as they say, then why would they bar his family from him?” She let worry cross her face, as well as she could for having none.

    “I can’t help but wonder… no matter everything he’s done for Raiaera, he is Alerian. What if they’re assassins? Or after any of his valuables?” She sighed and drank from her own tankard, wincing away the bitterness before sniffling and batting away the small tears from her eyes with a white linen kerchief.

    “I’m just so scared. The elves pushed me around before they sent me away the last time I tried to see him, and I’m no match for a guardsman. So, well, I was just hoping that if I went back with someone bigger and stronger, well…”

    She sipped the ale again, an embarrassed blush at her cheeks.

    “I just want to get in and check on him to make sure that he’s not hurt. I.. can pay half up front if you’d like. 100 gold now, 100 once I’ve seen to my father.”

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    Casimir had another drink of his ale and looked her over. She seemed genuine, but he was not an expert on drow expressions. Still, she had not answered how she would prove her kinship to this man, and that was troubling. Could be she was just overwhelmed, and that would be no reason to avoid helping her.

    He should ask again, just to be sure.

    He leaned over the table, just slightly, looking into her eyes. Though her cheekbones and shape was like unto Kon, her eyes were different. They were not the luminous silver that had entranced him that night under the trees, but a dark grey, and so he focused to banish Kon from his thoughts and asked her again, trying to stay alert for signs of deception.

    "Have you any way to prove your kinship to this man? I want to help you, but I need to be sure."
    My good blade carves the casques of men, my tough lance thrusteth sure, my strength is as the strength of ten because my heart is pure... -Alfred, Lord Tennyson Sir Galahad

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    She’d been sure that dropping the sum she was willing to pay for a simple escort, as far as he knew, would be the ticket. Still, in the face of a handsome sum, he still questioned things. A selfless hero, she thought, how cute. Licking her lips, she drummed up heavier tears. As her face screwed up with upset, she ducked her chin and tried to play as if she were hiding a wash of sorrow in shame.

    “I was made to leave so suddenly,” she sobbed. “Family papers are at my father’s house, and I don’t keep….”

    In the back of her mind, a familiar stir began to drum up words and images. The voice was deep and velveteen, as soft as it was powerful. She’d grown up with Aesphestos in her ears. His voice was as familiar as her own. Remember, he asked, [/I]The Red?[/i] Her hand dipped down into her pack and there she found the cool metal of the small pocketwatch she’d taken from agents of Xem’Zund in Lindequalmë.

    “I have this, sir.” She said, pulling the watch out. The brass face was inscribed with the sigil of Bladesingers, and the crest of Eluriand. It may once have belonged to a soldier honored for their work in the Corpse War, before corpses had felled him and claimed it as their own. The cycle of the strong defeating the weak and culling their honors from them had gone down the line, and now Valintra held the item. “It was given my father when he battled the horde of Xem’Zund in Raiaera, and it’s a family heirloom that I hold.”

    She waited for him to inspect it, letting the crocodile tears fall down her cheeks, glistening in the firelight while plates and tankards scraped the bar around them.
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    Casimir took the item from her and examined it. He wasn't an expert on elven things, but it looked elfy to him.
    If Kon were here, she would know.

    He pushed the thought away, his hand falling to the locket that he noticed hanging outside his surcoat. He tucked it away and handed the item back to the elfmaiden. Her tears, tone and body language, along with the elven watch, convinced him well enough. He took another sip of his ale and dipped his bread in the stew. He ate the bread and looked into her eyes, his expression grim.

    "I will help you, what is your name my lady?"
    My good blade carves the casques of men, my tough lance thrusteth sure, my strength is as the strength of ten because my heart is pure... -Alfred, Lord Tennyson Sir Galahad

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