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There was a familiar face here, and a familiar scent. Volker watched as Amaris noticed him...and abruptly decided to study the tablecloth. Volker ignored that. It was good to see someone he knew here, instead of the strangely tense feeling of not having anyone he knew. He felt a little satisfied feeling from Oor. He liked the terror Amaris was projecting and he was savoring it. Volker nibbled a little more of his apple while the others spoke.
Then the authority arrived. A woman in a foul mood who came in and told the other civilians present that the meeting didn't concern the docks. At least the meeting didn't include the deaths that he had inflicted on the city, and even better it seemed they had been completely overlooked in light of the cultist attack. Volker didn't move. This was a good thing, but now he was curious. He finished his apple, core and all, and wiped his knife clean. He settled in to listen.
He was surprised to hear Amaris mentioned, and glanced at her. He had thought her afraid of any sort of adventure. She had quailed under his tutelage and had vomited several times. He didn't think she'd want to venture outside of her home and her cats much let alone outside of the city. Color him surprised, which didn't happen often. By what he was feeling from his Harvester, Oor was feeling much the same. He tuned back in to hear about the matter of Rynmere. It seemed another city had theirs by the soft bits, and there had to be some recovery of the Portal Stones. Interesting. What was even more interesting was how much attention Oor was paying to this little exchange. The Harvester had never been a big advocate of Domain magic before, nor had he taken any interest in preserving it.
For some reason the stones had aroused Oor's fascination. Volker was more interested in the threat of force. If Rynmere declared war on Scalvoris then his little safe haven for murder and butchery would be at an end. Much as Volker killed, he had no interest in staking a flag in a true battle. Even worse, someone proposed that Scalvoris troops be reserved to protect the city, and they'd be under heavy alert. Not only that, all of the drifters displaced from the attack, Volker's quintessential meat larder, was being rehoused. Ergh. It was time to get the hell out of dodge.
He'd follow Amaris. He needed to speak to the woman. He would not harm her, nor any of the council members, but his Harvester clearly felt invested in this and he had no reason to stay in Scalvoris. He cleared his throat. Volker's voice could be loud if he needed it to be, he could project over the mutterings of the civilians around him. "Who will be going on these delegations?" he questioned the council. "It is our duty as citizens to be aware of where our council will be going and what happens if they do not return. If Rynmere threatens war for religious or some other reason, we must be aware."
Then the authority arrived. A woman in a foul mood who came in and told the other civilians present that the meeting didn't concern the docks. At least the meeting didn't include the deaths that he had inflicted on the city, and even better it seemed they had been completely overlooked in light of the cultist attack. Volker didn't move. This was a good thing, but now he was curious. He finished his apple, core and all, and wiped his knife clean. He settled in to listen.
He was surprised to hear Amaris mentioned, and glanced at her. He had thought her afraid of any sort of adventure. She had quailed under his tutelage and had vomited several times. He didn't think she'd want to venture outside of her home and her cats much let alone outside of the city. Color him surprised, which didn't happen often. By what he was feeling from his Harvester, Oor was feeling much the same. He tuned back in to hear about the matter of Rynmere. It seemed another city had theirs by the soft bits, and there had to be some recovery of the Portal Stones. Interesting. What was even more interesting was how much attention Oor was paying to this little exchange. The Harvester had never been a big advocate of Domain magic before, nor had he taken any interest in preserving it.
For some reason the stones had aroused Oor's fascination. Volker was more interested in the threat of force. If Rynmere declared war on Scalvoris then his little safe haven for murder and butchery would be at an end. Much as Volker killed, he had no interest in staking a flag in a true battle. Even worse, someone proposed that Scalvoris troops be reserved to protect the city, and they'd be under heavy alert. Not only that, all of the drifters displaced from the attack, Volker's quintessential meat larder, was being rehoused. Ergh. It was time to get the hell out of dodge.
He'd follow Amaris. He needed to speak to the woman. He would not harm her, nor any of the council members, but his Harvester clearly felt invested in this and he had no reason to stay in Scalvoris. He cleared his throat. Volker's voice could be loud if he needed it to be, he could project over the mutterings of the civilians around him. "Who will be going on these delegations?" he questioned the council. "It is our duty as citizens to be aware of where our council will be going and what happens if they do not return. If Rynmere threatens war for religious or some other reason, we must be aware."
