[~Solo~] Of Demon Folks...

[Nosdyn]

That night...

"What will be your purpose now my lord?" Illsandra asked of her husband. They slept in the same bed they always had, both skyclad. The strong smell of her lilac perfume and their physical union.

Nosdyn let the question linger for a moment or two. He was smelling the scent in the air...it was good to be back with her again. "You are always going to be my purpose." He said quietly to her. "All other matters are trivial." Something had changed with Nosdyn...

Illsandra nodded softly at what he was saying. "N'Jal changed things did she not?" She asked.

Nosdyn considered the question carefully. "My feelings for you are the same as when we first became a couple." He paused for a moment. "N'Jal did change the priority of things though."

Illsandra looked at her husband carefully. "Do you still love me the same after all this time, after all these moons?" She asked.

"Illsandra...I was ready to die for you. Now...always. To save you I will give my life up for you." It was his way of speaking. His way of doing things...he'd never been really good at expressing what he really felt, but he'd learned...he was putting the effort to learn.

She smiled softly in the dark. Holding her Demon in his arms. "You have come very far my lord." She said to him.

Nosdyn looked at her with a surprisingly soft expression on his face. He kissed her forehead gently...he'd always had trouble with simple romantic gestures. "You've taught me more than you will ever know." He said to her calmly. "No matter what, I will be yours always. This is swear."

***


The next day...

Nosdyn stood outside there was a task that needed to be completed. His wife stood by his side, they were the only ones visible to the untrained eye.

The Messenger looked at Nosdyn carefully. "This is all of it?" The fellow asked.

"More if you complete the job." Nosdyn said in response. At that point in the game, Nosdyn had learned much of Ettermire's disparate factions. He'd learned who was worth dealing with and who was not. Who operated legally and who did not...and further who was their type of criminal scum.

The Messenger carefully considered what was being asked. "You've developed quite a reputation for yourself My Lord." He said calmly. "It shall be so, give me about a week." The Messenger said.

"That's all the time you have." Nosdyn said calmly.

The Messenger nodded and took his leave.

Nosdyn breathed the crisp, Ettermire air. Even though they were in the city itself...there was still a winter's chill there. Where Nosdyn was from...it was very hot there always. Illsandra noticed it before anyone else did.

"It feels good to be back with us again does it not?" She asked.

Nosdyn nodded. "I was hurt for a long time." In some ways though....such injuries never heal.

She pulled her winter's coat a little tighter around her feeling the cold in the air. She looked at him. "What do you ant to do today? She asked of him.

Romantic gestures...he'd never been good expressing those. He looked at his wife. "There's actually a nearby Tavern I want to take you to." He said calmly. "I want to buy you dinner."