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And players gonna play. [Quincy Andaris]

The capital city of the of Rynmere, here is seated the only King in Idalos.
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His attacker had been a woman.

He seemed so sure of it that even Sabine was swayed.

“A woman who wore dark clothing,” she said slowly. So, half the women in Andaris and possibly the entirety of Lowtown. They needed more to go on than that. “And you’re sure you can’t remember her face? Nothing? Do you think you would know it again if you saw it? Do you think-”

The guard cleared his throat and stepped forward. “My Lord,” he said. “Forgive me, but you are not well. Your father has asked that you not be placed under any… unnecessary strain.” He nodded plainly in Sabine’s direction.

This guy.

Sabine leaned forward. “But-”

“The Baron has requested that any concerns related to your health be reported to him, My Lord,” the guard cautioned.

“I’m not a concern!”

When she looked - really looked - at Quincy, however, she began to piece together how much pain he must actually have been in. He winced at the slightest movement, and he wore a near-permanent grimace on his face now that he was no longer smiling.

She exhaled her exasperation. While she didn’t care much about what the Baron did or did not want, the guard had a point. Beyond the obvious physical strain, Quincy seemed to be growing increasingly anxious the more they discussed his attacker. A modicum of regret flared up as Sabine realized that she hadn’t for a moment considered how stirring up memories of his assault might affect him.

“Fine! It’s fine,” she said. Her voice rose and fell as she struggled to reign in her feelings. She pushed herself up from the chair and carefully shook the pins and needles from her legs. “I think we’ve covered everything, anyway.

"Thank you for the interview, Quinc-” Sabine caught herself, and gritted her teeth. “My Lord. It was… surprisingly helpful, actually.”

The servant, who had looked so hopeful when Sabine used the proper title to address Quincy, pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance at the backhanded compliment.

“If you think of anything else, please let the Gazette know.”

A draft of air from the open window rustled her hair as Sabine slung her leather bag over her shoulder. She nodded her thanks to Quincy, raised an eyebrow at his guard, and followed the servant across the highly polished wood floors.

Her plan was to head directly to her workplace to capture as much of what she could remember on vellum: information about the attack, the attacker, and House Andaris itself.

House Andaris itself.

Sabine paused at the door, unable to hold her tongue as thoughts of the Andaris' and, consequently, of Peake bubbled back up. “Please give the Gazette’s regards to your family.”

A grim smile, and then she was gone.
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Quincy Andaris
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Sabine was a journalist through and through, that was for certain.


She was growing more adamant in her questioning and he strained to focus but the influx of questions began to overwhelm his already exhausted senses. It wasn’t until then did he realize how tired he had become. He sagged back into his comfortable armchair and leaned his head back, closing his eyes for a moment.


His guard seemed to see change come over him and firmly stepped in, stopping Sabine from her interrogation. Quincy opened his eyes and attempted to wave him off but his hand was too heavy, suddenly.


“No it’s fine let her-“


But his guard cut him off. “The Baron has requested that any concerns related to your health be reported to him, My Lord,” the guard cautioned.


Apparently the guard’s fear of his grandfather was greater than his fear of Quincy, as he dared to ignore the Andaris brother's wishes in favor of the Baron’s. The injured nobleman would have given the guard a severe tongue lashing for treating him in such a way, especially in front of his guest, but the thought of being done with the interview caused relief to wash over him. Let the guard do the dirty work and kick her out. Sleep did sound good about now.


The journalist seemed offended at the accusation of being a bother and a wry grin touched his lips as he watched her indignation.


If she took that stick out of her arse, where it must be so painfully lodged, she might be fun to spend time with.


Sabine finally seemed to collect herself and thanked him for his time. Quincy nodded tiredly but graciously, “The pleasure was mine, Miss Sabine. I’ll make sure to hobble my way down to the Gazette if I remember anything.”


She stood, the light catching her complexion, making her skin glow for a moment before turning and disappearing from his view. He stared after her, thinking. He was oddly drawn to her. Her spunk and edgy nature had made him want to know more about her. She didn’t seem so keen on him, however. But that could easily be changed. He just needed sufficient time to win her over.


The servant returned from escorting Sabine out and the guard and her slowly helped Quincy move from the chair to the bed. He lay there, tucked under the blankets, hearing the door close quietly behind them. He slowly dozed off, one last thought floating in his mind.


I wonder if I should send her a letter…


And then the emptiness of sleep consumed him.
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Sabine

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Endurance: 1
Etiquette: 1
Tactics: 1
Rhetoric: 1
Flirting : 1
Acting: 1
Investigation: 2
Observation: 2

Basic Knowledge
Location: Andaris Estate
Etiquette: Correct address of a Lord
Andaris Servants: Rude
Quincy: Badly Bruised

Specialized Knowledge
Quincy: Excessive; excessive hair, clothes, words and wine
Quincy: Not fond of his brother, Peake
Peake: Ruined a gala and humiliated Quincy
Peake: Dangerous
Quincy: Attacked by a woman in dark clothing and left outside the Gala

Quincy

Skills
Endurance: 2
Intimidation: 1
Observation: 1
Etiquette: 1
Rhetoric: 1
Flirting: 1
Story Telling: 3
Acting: 1
Tactics: 1

Basic Knowledge
Sabine: Commoner
Sabine: Journalist for the gazette
Wine: Red Aida from Desnind

Specialized Knowledge
Sabine: Sharp mind, sharper tongue
Sabine: Nice skin
Peake: Dangerous
The attack: you were attacked by a woman in dark clothing
The attack: you were positioned outside the gala
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