Rayse Valentino
04-17-14, 02:51 PM
Closed to Lye.
The waves lapped gently on the shores of the estuary, with the Testhan river visible from the front of the villa Rayse was staying in, and the endless ocean on the left. He sat in a straw chair on the front patio, sipping coffee from a mug with a cigarette between his fingers. To the denizens of Salvar, Rayse had been gone only a mere month, but he had spent many months in the planes, searching for a way back. When he went to Corone and subsequently Fallien for answers on how to get rid of the curse he acquired in the planes, he only found more questions. While in Fallien, he received a missive from home, begging him to return to deal with a rather sordid matter.
A blonde woman walked down the pathway to his house, passing by gardens of tomato and cucumber. None of it was maintained by Rayse of course, and this house represented nothing more to him than a meeting place. His true home was buried under a pile of debris in Knife's Edge, and no matter how lofty the penthouse apartment, no matter how extravagant the sea-side villa, he never felt like he belonged.
The woman bowed and took a seat next to him, already with a hot cup of coffee presented before her by a maid. She wore a red dress, and Rayse couldn't tell whether it was preference or some attempt to impress him.
"Aquila," he said. "You were a foreman over at the mine, were you not?" He put down the mug and looked her in the eyes. Despite his relaxed posture, his eyes were cold and ruthless. She could tell that he was hiding how livid he was.
After all, just hours ago he was informed that his mining operation in the Ahyark was 're-appropriated' by The Company a couple weeks ago.
"Yes sir, I was. Until that day. I did not go along with the plan and fled, waiting for your return."
"I don't like hearing bad news, Aquila. The last person to give me some left with a broken wrist."
"Of course," she said calmly, unfazed by the threat. "The one in charge of the takeover was Maxwell. He was there only briefly, but I saw him. I don't know which of The Family he's working for."
"Maxwell..." Rayse mused. "I know who he works for... damn it. This is going to be more complicated than I thought."
Aquila crossed her legs and took a sip of the coffee, "Who, sir?"
"Dolores."
The waves lapped gently on the shores of the estuary, with the Testhan river visible from the front of the villa Rayse was staying in, and the endless ocean on the left. He sat in a straw chair on the front patio, sipping coffee from a mug with a cigarette between his fingers. To the denizens of Salvar, Rayse had been gone only a mere month, but he had spent many months in the planes, searching for a way back. When he went to Corone and subsequently Fallien for answers on how to get rid of the curse he acquired in the planes, he only found more questions. While in Fallien, he received a missive from home, begging him to return to deal with a rather sordid matter.
A blonde woman walked down the pathway to his house, passing by gardens of tomato and cucumber. None of it was maintained by Rayse of course, and this house represented nothing more to him than a meeting place. His true home was buried under a pile of debris in Knife's Edge, and no matter how lofty the penthouse apartment, no matter how extravagant the sea-side villa, he never felt like he belonged.
The woman bowed and took a seat next to him, already with a hot cup of coffee presented before her by a maid. She wore a red dress, and Rayse couldn't tell whether it was preference or some attempt to impress him.
"Aquila," he said. "You were a foreman over at the mine, were you not?" He put down the mug and looked her in the eyes. Despite his relaxed posture, his eyes were cold and ruthless. She could tell that he was hiding how livid he was.
After all, just hours ago he was informed that his mining operation in the Ahyark was 're-appropriated' by The Company a couple weeks ago.
"Yes sir, I was. Until that day. I did not go along with the plan and fled, waiting for your return."
"I don't like hearing bad news, Aquila. The last person to give me some left with a broken wrist."
"Of course," she said calmly, unfazed by the threat. "The one in charge of the takeover was Maxwell. He was there only briefly, but I saw him. I don't know which of The Family he's working for."
"Maxwell..." Rayse mused. "I know who he works for... damn it. This is going to be more complicated than I thought."
Aquila crossed her legs and took a sip of the coffee, "Who, sir?"
"Dolores."