Luca
07-31-06, 09:52 PM
((closed to Locrian))
The Baroness of Snowdale did not typically handle assassinations, or any services which had anything to do with the intentional end of any of her associates. But Sevran, the Marquis of Ashhaven, had quite literally gotten on his hands and knees and begged her to take care of this for him. Besides, the man his wife was diddling was an obnoxious fob who had tried to ingratiate himself right into Luca’s bedroom a few times too many. It wouldn’t hurt her sensibilities in the least to see that horny little goat to his grave.
“Mistress, there is a… gentleman here to see you,” Clive said knocking briefly at the door to her sitting room. He was a good butler, and had served her father well, so she kept him around.
“Well, let’s not keep him waiting then shall we, Clive? Show him in,” Luca replied absently, straightening her rather crumpled pink gown and smoothing a perfectly curled lock of mahogany hair into the jeweled hairpin at her crown.
Moments later, the door swept open and Clive ushered her old business acquaintance, Feldmar, into the room and then left, closing the door soundly behind him. Of course the good man waited just outside, with his ear to the door, just in case she needed him.
“Feldmar,” she greeted the thug brightly, her feigned smile the picture of friendly joviality, “Do have a seat, would you like some tea? Or perhaps brandy would do you a bit better, no?”
“I’ll have nothing, Baroness, what do you want to see me for?” the man asked shortly, leaning stiffly against a high backed armchair of deep gold brocade.
“Come now Feldmar, as long as we’ve known each other, you should be more relaxed around me,” Luca laughed lightly, then dropped her façade. “Let me put it simply. I need something taken care of. You aren’t to do it yourself, but only to assure that it gets done.”
“Anything for you Baroness,” Feldmar oozed sweetly, grinning widely with half-rotted teeth.
“Clive will give you an envelope containing the necessary information as you leave, be sure that this is done properly and with all due haste. And be sure that no one sees you here again until this whole mess is finished, understand?”
“Money?” Feldmar asked pointedly, straightening a bit.
“Of course there’s money, how much for you and whomever you hire is entailed within that special envelope. Now go on, and quit bothering me, Feldmar, I’ve got a headache.”
Feldmar nodded sharply, and turned to leave, the door opening before him and an envelope appearing in Clive’s hand as the criminal exited Luca’s sitting room. With a happy little sigh, the Baroness picked up her book and returned to the lurid romance within.
The Baroness of Snowdale did not typically handle assassinations, or any services which had anything to do with the intentional end of any of her associates. But Sevran, the Marquis of Ashhaven, had quite literally gotten on his hands and knees and begged her to take care of this for him. Besides, the man his wife was diddling was an obnoxious fob who had tried to ingratiate himself right into Luca’s bedroom a few times too many. It wouldn’t hurt her sensibilities in the least to see that horny little goat to his grave.
“Mistress, there is a… gentleman here to see you,” Clive said knocking briefly at the door to her sitting room. He was a good butler, and had served her father well, so she kept him around.
“Well, let’s not keep him waiting then shall we, Clive? Show him in,” Luca replied absently, straightening her rather crumpled pink gown and smoothing a perfectly curled lock of mahogany hair into the jeweled hairpin at her crown.
Moments later, the door swept open and Clive ushered her old business acquaintance, Feldmar, into the room and then left, closing the door soundly behind him. Of course the good man waited just outside, with his ear to the door, just in case she needed him.
“Feldmar,” she greeted the thug brightly, her feigned smile the picture of friendly joviality, “Do have a seat, would you like some tea? Or perhaps brandy would do you a bit better, no?”
“I’ll have nothing, Baroness, what do you want to see me for?” the man asked shortly, leaning stiffly against a high backed armchair of deep gold brocade.
“Come now Feldmar, as long as we’ve known each other, you should be more relaxed around me,” Luca laughed lightly, then dropped her façade. “Let me put it simply. I need something taken care of. You aren’t to do it yourself, but only to assure that it gets done.”
“Anything for you Baroness,” Feldmar oozed sweetly, grinning widely with half-rotted teeth.
“Clive will give you an envelope containing the necessary information as you leave, be sure that this is done properly and with all due haste. And be sure that no one sees you here again until this whole mess is finished, understand?”
“Money?” Feldmar asked pointedly, straightening a bit.
“Of course there’s money, how much for you and whomever you hire is entailed within that special envelope. Now go on, and quit bothering me, Feldmar, I’ve got a headache.”
Feldmar nodded sharply, and turned to leave, the door opening before him and an envelope appearing in Clive’s hand as the criminal exited Luca’s sitting room. With a happy little sigh, the Baroness picked up her book and returned to the lurid romance within.