Saun 20, 718
The last several trials had been brutally hot all across the island. Most people were avoiding the outdoors and sunlight as much as possible. Many of the commoners had taken to the waters of Treid's Mouth to cool off. But one merchant in particular had a different idea. He was an Ithecal, and a ruthless business man. But outside of his work, he was a pleasant man. And today was no exception. He decided to open his mansion to the wealthy and influential of Scalvoris. There were no formal invites, no need to make a big elaborate plan. He hired staff, ordered food, drink, and opened his doors.
And so, as the sun began to go down, a pair of well dressed men stood at the polished steel gates of his mansion. They were clearly guards, in formal garb, and anyone with enough experience could tell that not only were they more than capable without weapons, but there were some hidden on their person. The first was tall, broad in shoulders with close cropped hair and well trimmed stubble, with hands the size of a dining plate. He looked as though he could just break a person in half with little effort. His partner on the other hand was blond, long hair tied in a ponytail, with a bright smile and a twinkle in his eyes. He was slender, relaxed, and yet still gave off the air of being the more dangerous of the two.
As each guest approached, the blonde man greeted them. "Hello there, welcome to Elivarn Kylus' home. Please, take this respite from Saun's brutal heat, and enjoy the food, drink, and company to your heart's content. His home is your home." During this time, he and his partner sized up the guests, to determine if they were, in fact, worthy of being here. No one wanted a beggar in a monkey suit at this party. They were also checking for weapons as well. They didn't disarm the guests, simply took note of who was armed, and likely with what. Anyone not up to snuff though was politely turned away.
There were plenty of finely dressed people milling around outside the gates in the road, talking and gossiping and sweating. One man though, was absent of any obvious signs of heat, standing there alone in a finely tailored suit. He was known as the Warden, the man who owned and operated Slags Deep, the prison mine in Egilrun. He was at every gala, ball, party, charity event, and such things. Commoners walked through and around the crowd, and one smaller man tried to slip some fingers into the Warden's pocket, while he was busy conversing with a couple. Those with the right vantage point would see that, without even having to look down, the Warden subtly grasped the man's prying hand, and with a single crunch, which was really an amalgamation of several of the finger bones broken, the pickpocket was thwarted. He didn't cry out, for fear of alerting the guards, but after the Warden released his hand, he ran off, the digits bent and skewed and swollen. The Warden's conversation mates hadn't even noticed anything had happened.
Soon the couple wandered off to enter the mansion, and the Warden was left with wandering eyes, eyes that soon found Navyri's, giving her a slight smile and a short nod. Then he gestured with his head, and no words toward the guards, to ask if she wanted to be his date to the party.
And so, as the sun began to go down, a pair of well dressed men stood at the polished steel gates of his mansion. They were clearly guards, in formal garb, and anyone with enough experience could tell that not only were they more than capable without weapons, but there were some hidden on their person. The first was tall, broad in shoulders with close cropped hair and well trimmed stubble, with hands the size of a dining plate. He looked as though he could just break a person in half with little effort. His partner on the other hand was blond, long hair tied in a ponytail, with a bright smile and a twinkle in his eyes. He was slender, relaxed, and yet still gave off the air of being the more dangerous of the two.
As each guest approached, the blonde man greeted them. "Hello there, welcome to Elivarn Kylus' home. Please, take this respite from Saun's brutal heat, and enjoy the food, drink, and company to your heart's content. His home is your home." During this time, he and his partner sized up the guests, to determine if they were, in fact, worthy of being here. No one wanted a beggar in a monkey suit at this party. They were also checking for weapons as well. They didn't disarm the guests, simply took note of who was armed, and likely with what. Anyone not up to snuff though was politely turned away.
There were plenty of finely dressed people milling around outside the gates in the road, talking and gossiping and sweating. One man though, was absent of any obvious signs of heat, standing there alone in a finely tailored suit. He was known as the Warden, the man who owned and operated Slags Deep, the prison mine in Egilrun. He was at every gala, ball, party, charity event, and such things. Commoners walked through and around the crowd, and one smaller man tried to slip some fingers into the Warden's pocket, while he was busy conversing with a couple. Those with the right vantage point would see that, without even having to look down, the Warden subtly grasped the man's prying hand, and with a single crunch, which was really an amalgamation of several of the finger bones broken, the pickpocket was thwarted. He didn't cry out, for fear of alerting the guards, but after the Warden released his hand, he ran off, the digits bent and skewed and swollen. The Warden's conversation mates hadn't even noticed anything had happened.
Soon the couple wandered off to enter the mansion, and the Warden was left with wandering eyes, eyes that soon found Navyri's, giving her a slight smile and a short nod. Then he gestured with his head, and no words toward the guards, to ask if she wanted to be his date to the party.