OOC: Sure, why not. Nothing like a little cat fight to add some drama.

See what I did there? Cat fight? Because Karst...and Zant...they're...both...*sigh*

IC: "Pick a tavern, any tavern. There's one in each inn from what I hear. I don't care much which one."

Lance paused anxiously for a moment, before giving a half assured nod. "Uh...right! Just find an inn, that's all..." He glanced hesitantly about the area, feigning that he had the slightest idea where the inns were. Unfortunately, his reunion with Karst and Jalin had done nothing for his navigation skills, and he continued to glance between the buildings around them uncertainly, before finally letting his gaze rest on one at random. "Uh, how about that one?" he asked, though he found himself wondering if it was truly an inn at all.

Lance began to make his way towards the building at a casual pace, ensuring Karst would have no difficulty keeping up (although he suspected she could more than keep up with him at a full run). "So, they made Jalin a General, did they?" he asked Karst nonchalantly, crossing his arms over his chest as he walked. "I guess it makes sense, if you think about it. He better not think that means he can order me around, though. I'm not exactly what you'd call military material." He glanced back at Karst, and grinned. He better not try to order her around, either, he thought, keeping in mind the Redguard's somewhat strained relationship with Karst. Something tells me he's the last person she'd take orders from.

When Lance made his way into the building in question, he was relieved to see that it was, in fact, an inn. As he glanced around the room, however, he noticed particular white haired individual within, and cringed slightly. Zant... he thought silently to himself. If he and Karst were fighting right now...

"Uh, maybe we should go to a different inn!" Lance cried out unexpectedly, turning to Karst, hoping that she wouldn't see her brother. "Yeah, this inn smells kinda funny! Let's head to a different one!"

ooc:
I c wut u did thar.


When I read that, I imagined a quick cutscene montage of Karst abusing Jalin.

Afterthought: I didn't intend this to be so long, it just sorta.. came out like that.

ic: "Uh.. right! Just find an inn, that's all.." Lance sounded uncertain for some reason and started looking around. It occurred to her now that Lance was just getting oriented to Mountainholm and might not even know what the inns looked like. They were fairly easy to spot in that they were some of the few two-story structures in the fortress, but for all Lance knew, they could all be one-story and the rooms accessed through a trapdoor into a basemant. Despite her worries, she smiled. "Uh, how about that one?" Lance asked after a moment. Karst chuckled softly and put a gauntleted hand on his arm.

"It looks very inn-y, dear." she commented sweetly, then laughed. As he started off at a slowish pace, she trotted next to him, wondering if he was going slow just so she could keep up. If he thinks he has to go slow for me, he doesn't know me all that well. Karst smiled inside at the thought of him doing that for her, even unnecessarily, though. It was the kind of nice thing she'd almost forgotten men could do. After a little bit of crunching through the snow, Lance crossed his arms and spoke.

"So, they made Jalin a General, did they?" he asked nonchalantly. Karst let out an annoyed groan and rolled her eyes, signifying that she both knew and didn't much like it.

"Yeah. I heard somethin of the sort. Not like he needs more power to go to his head, but at least he's actually useful and not just some screwball with a title." she replied flatly and with obvious disgust. Lance went on.

"I guess it makes sense, if you think about it. He better not think that means he can order me around, though. I'm not exactly what you'd call military material."

"If he tries to order me around, I'm putting laxatives in his next meal." Karst chirped in with a small, malicious grin. As they came up to the inn, Lance went in first, looked around, then suddenly whirled around and starting blabbering frantically. "Uh, maybe we should go to a different inn! Yeah, this inn smells kinda funny! Let's head to a different one!"

"Uhm.. Lance? It.. smells fine to me. I mean, for a place where people puke and occasionally piss on the floor." she said, then ducked around him. "C'mon, let's just go get our drinks, you weirdo." she motioned with her hand over her shoulder for him to follow as she went by. Going to the bartender, she leaned one hand on the counter and looked up at him. "Heya." He took one look at her, then looked at something behind her, then at her, then behind her again and rubbed his chin. "What's your deal, man?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him and squinting the other eye.

"You uh.. got a brother or a cousin or somethin', missy?" he asked. The eyebrow raised a little more and the other eye squinted further.

"Uhm.. yeah? Why?" She shot back quizzically. The elder human lifted a wrinkly finger to point over her shoulder in the direction he'd looked before. She turned around and gulped. It was Zant and, she assumed, the reason Lance had been freaking out at her. Fate's a real [censored]. she thought with a sigh as she looked at him. He looked depressed; ears back, tail wrapped around the chair leg and not moving, head down and shoulders slumped. "That.." she choked a little. Some of her didn't want to deal with him right now, but.. seeing him sitting there looking so disheartened, in the corner, by himself.. it tugged at her heart. "That's my brother, Zant."

"Somethin's botherin' 'im, I tell ya. I'm good at readin' people, y'see. Wouldn't tell me what though.."

"He and I.. we got in a.. disagreement." Karst managed to string the sentence together barely. The words didn't express what she felt or what had actually happened, but she felt they got the point across as much as she needed to right now.

"I see. Well, what can I grab ya, lil' miss?"

Karst sighed, looked down a moment, then asked in a mildly hushed tone, "Do you have any.. eh.. moon sugar? I don't know if it's technically legal but.."

The man smiled a little, then chuckled. "Yeah, I do. Need a fix, darlin'?"

"Sorta. If you could put a dash of it, as well as some whiskey, in a cup of coffee, that'd be great. With cream if you have it."

He nodded, fixed it in a matter of a minute or so, then set a ceramic tankard full of steaming caramel-colored coffee on the table. Karst looked at it and her eyes widened a bit. "A bit bigger than yeh expected, kitty?"

"Just a tad.." she admitted, "How much?"

"Mmm.. never done this exact drink before but.. conisderin' the costs of its components.." he thought a moment, then shrugged and shoved it a little towards her. "Eh, fifteen gold, what the hell."

Karst stuck her hand in her pocket and held out her hand after a moment, then dropped the coins into his hand. He looked at the thirty in his hand and cast her a quizzical glance. "This is.. more than fifteen. Can yeh count, miss?"

Karst managed a small smile. "Extra fifteen's for whatever he wants to order." she nodded at Lance and the barkeep nodded, then looked to Lance as Karst took her coffee. She looked over and nodded to him. "Get whatever you want, keep the change from it. I need a sec." And with that, she walked over to where Zant sat, then asked a little nervously, gesturing at the empty chair across from him. "E'scuse me. Is.. this seat taken?"
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Zant sat drinking his second beer now and bemoaning his bad luck. His senses were a little duller than usual by now, but he heard someone come in the door, then a vaguely familiar male voice start spouting nonsense about the tavern smelling funny. It wasn't until a female voice replied to this one that he looked up. That sounds like Karst.. Zant thought, then looked up and half sighed. That is Karst. Crap.

He looked back at his drink and sighed again. She's not here to talk to me, I'm sure. She's probably here for the same reason I am. Still, the Khajiit watched his smaller sibling interact with the bartender, quickly looking away and trying to act unaware as he was pointed at and she turned. He wanted to hug her, tell her he was sorry, that he hadn't meant to snap, but.. he was also quite sure he'd get attacked if he tried. Best to let her cool off a bit before I try to approach her, right. That and I really don't want to deal with her while she's mad.

A couple minutes later, as he sat staring at his half-empty beer and wondering if it'd be smart to have one more, he heard a female voice near him. "E'scuse me. Is.. this seat taken?"

"Naw, but I.. I really wanna be left be at the moment, ma'am." Zant replied, not looking up or thinking who the voice belonged to. It sounded elven so he assumed it was.

"What's wrong?" The voice asked.

"I.." he stopped and shook his head. "It's nothing."

"I'm sure it's not nothing. C'mon. Tell me."

"Well.. My.. my sister and I.. we got into a fight.. sorta. I yelled at her and.. I've never done that before. I don't know what's wrong with me. I just.." he sighed and almost sobbed. "I hope she doesn't hate me. I love her so much.. It'd kill me if I'd ruined our relationship.."

The woman set a mug of coffee down on the table. "She doesn't hate you. She's just stupid and scared and confused. She loves you and.. she's sorry." she said, then set a hand on his free one. He stared at it dumbly a moment. It was small, encased mostly in black leather, white and.. furry? He looked up. Karst smiled and squeezed his hand. "Trust me."

"Sis!" he cried happily, then jumped up and hugged her. She let out a muffled 'oomph' before returning the hug. "I'm so glad you're not angry! I'm so sorry for yelling at you. I swear I didn't mean to it just sorta.. came out. I.. I saw you come in a moment ago but.. I didn't think you'd want anything to do with me right now.."

"Well.. if you hadn't looked so sad and pathetic over here in a corner all by your lonesome, I might not've." Karst admitted bluntly. Zant chuckled a little. "Now, if you'll stop trying to break my ribcage for a moment, I've got Lance here. Maybe the three of us can talk and catch up a little?"

"Sorry.. That sounds great though, if you don't mind me being a little drunk.." Zant let go and beamed at her. She couldn't help but grin a little herself.

"Nah." Karst shrugged and grabbed a chair for Lance, then waved and shouted to the Imperial. "Over here!"

OOC: FC, feel free to do the speech whenever you want, Haki will be there.

IC: There was already a small crowd slowly but surely filling up on the clearing in front of the keep. In fact, in ten minutes, Crito guessed that pretty much everyone who had heard about this would be here, but he'd come early and found himself a comfy little spot on a wall with a good view of the stairs, drink in hand, the bartenders had let him take the one he had just bought out, which he was grateful for. He hadn't drunk too much surprisingly, enough to get tipsy, yes, but he had always been a bit of a lightweight, probably best that he didn't drink too much.

The air seemed to get colder as it got darker, and in his simple white top he was feeling the affects of the cold more and more, he didn't know whether the alcohol was good or bad for his system right now, probably the latter. Who cares, you'll die young anyway, was never gonna be any different. With that thought a smile spread over his lips, and the bottle came to his mouth where he finished off the last drop and discarded it to the side before leaning back on the wall and closing his eyes.

How long did it take to get an announcement going around here?

The bartender flashed Lance a contented smile as he watched Karst and Zant happily embrace one another. "Nothing quite like seeing a brother and sister making up like that, is there?" the barkeep asked, before grabbing another large tankard. "Now then, son, what'll ya have?"

Lance continued to happily watch Karst and Zant make up, his back to the bartender. "What? Uh, I'll take any spice rum, if you've got it," he replied somewhat absently, nodding dismissively. It was good to see the siblings reconcile like that; at a time like this, he couldn't even imagine what it would be like to be fighting with your own blood. Plus, he hated to see Karst so upset over her brother.

"Well, there ya are, son," the barkeep replied, handing the tankard over to Lance. "Now, be sure not to drink that whole damn thing at once. Talos knows I need another violent drunk in here like I need a Hurak crawling up my ass."

"I'll see what I can do," Lance shot back sarcastically, before making his way to the seat Karst had offered for him. He took a long, hard gulp from his tankard of rum, realizing only then that it was the first thing he'd taken in since his little 'nap.' He set the drink down on the table, before looking between the two cats.

"So, how is everybody?" he asked with a grin.

ooc: As I was making lunch, I had a thought: During one of his pre-full moon transformations, one of us should play fetch with Zant. :hehe:

ic: As Lance came over, he took a swig of whatever drink he'd gotten and grinned at them. "So, how is everybody?"

"A little tipsy, but good." Zant told him honestly, plunking down at the remains of his second beer.

"Effin' fabulous." Karst replied, a dark edge to her voice but more cheery than previously for sure. Sitting down herself, she reached across the table, grabbing Lance's drink and taking a little sip. Setting the tankard down, she swished it in her mouth a bit, then swallowed and adopted a thoughtful look, putting a hand to her chin. After a second, she snapped her fingers. "Spiced rum, yes? And with a hint of honey, I think. Must be a Nordic brew."

Zant laughed. "You're awful familiar with this stuff, aren't ya? Drink much?" He asked jokingly. Karst flicked her ears back a tad in mild hurt and her voice lowered a bit.

"Yeah. You'd drink a lot too if you had to raise a kid by yourself, hundreds of miles and maniacs between you and your love.." The Khajiit shot back, then took a gulp of her spiked coffee.

Zant's face drooped and he leaned over to hug Karst. "I.. I didn't mean it like that.. I'm sorry, sis. I better lay off this stuff, I'm getting stupid."

Karst sighed and hugged back. "No.. I'm.. just being moody. I'm sorry. I know you didn't mean it how I took it. I just.." She groaned softly, then sighed heavily into his collar, her breath wafting up and filling his nostrils with the combined scents of coffee and hard liquor. "I'm just a woman who misses her family is all.."

"I understand, K.Z." Zant told her soothingly, using a pet name he'd made for her when she was a toddler. She giggled softly at hearing it.

After another couple seconds, Karst slipped out of the hug and swigged the large ceramic tankard again. Leaning her arms on the table and her head on them, she made a little thoughtful grunt and looked up. This time, though, she looked up at Lance. "How about you, Lancey ol' boy? You ever get sick of the killing and fighting? Crave something calm and domestic now and then?"

OOC: *Cracks knuckles*

Well, time to try and do this. Com'on brain, think!

IC: "Miss Marallyn!" A soldier cried out as he knocked on her door, prompting the still night-gowned archer/scout to rise from her position on the couch and go to the door, opening it slowly. The man opened his mouth to speak and then lost what he was about to say, mouth open and gazing at her. Marallyn put a hand on her hip, waiting for him to gather himself together; although the action likely didn't help him in this process. After what felt like many minutes she finally snapped.

"What, never seen a woman in her pj's before?" Her voice was snappy and authoritative, knocking him out of his... distraction.

"Sorry ma'am. There's to be an announcement soon in the plaza before the castle. Thought you might want to know." He gave a crisp salute to the woman, and she returned it -an odd action in a nightdress- before closing the door on him and moving with serene purpose to her room. The man was barely a block away by the time Marallyn emerged from her home, clothed in her fur-lined leather armor and armed with her quiver on her back and bow slipped within it. The inner lining of fur poked out of the leather joints, fluttering in the Jarell mountain breezes. Her pace was brisk as walked right passed the man towards the gathering that was arising.

She found herself subconsciously looking to see if Crito was present. When she finally found him leaning on a wall with his eyes closed, she meandered over towards him. As she came near the resting man she stepped gingerly over a bottle, frowning. She leaned herself on the wall, leathers creaking softly. Glancing sideways at him, she fought the temptation quite heavily, and for a moment it nearly won out on her as she shifted towards him. But she defied the temptation and instead nudged him with her elbow.

"You know drinking isn't good for you." She muttered jestingly. "Gets arrowheads in your ass. So, what do you think this announcement is about?"
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Jalin looked down, past his feet, to the body that lay in a three foot gouge in the earth. Arybeth lay there peacefully, her short dark hair as sleek and lovely as ever around her young, once flushed face. Flushed with blood, and life. Now... now it was pale, gaunt and pale with the effects of death. She was never a beautiful woman, true, but Jalin had to close his eyes to the sight of her corpse, lest it mar what beauty she DID have.

The Ansei knelt and stepped into the makeshift grave, wishing he could find her a coffin but unable to do so. A coffin to preserve her body from the elements. It was a predominately aesthetic purpose, he knew; there was only one article of life Arybeth would require in order to be accepted by the Hoon Ding and guided to the Far Shores. That article was now resting parallel with her body, and clasped within her cold grip. An article of fine ebony, inlaid with golden designs and sharpened to a deadly edge. As cold as the hands that held it, but more alive with her warrior spirit than her body was now.

A warrior is his weapon. The weapon in itself is a warrior. It is dishonorable to fight an unarmed man with a weapon, for the man is no longer a warrior, and therefor not worthy of such a death as that of the sword. A warrior takes great care of his weapon, for it defines him. The Ansei; their swords. The Orcs; their hammers and axes. The Nords; their axes and claymores. The weapon holds the warrior's soul. As Jalin ran his ebony gauntlet along the blade that rested on Arybeth's body, he couldn't ignore the feeling that perhaps her soul was indeed within the sword; like Prince A'tor had inhabited his own blade, to be wielded by the legendary Cyrus. But unlike Cyrus, Jalin could not take Arybeth's soul; she had not yet had the opportunity to reach the Far Shores.

"Hoon Ding guide you, and may the Gods of War bless you, and grant passage to the Far Shores. For at heart, you are truly a warrior, my child." Jalin whispered, one cold hand caressing Arybeth's gaunt cheek. With a sigh, he turned, heaved himself from the grave, and proceeded to place earth between himself, and his student of only a few days.

You are young, and shouldn't be in this war. So I will make sure you survive, teach you how to fight so you won't get killed. Jalin thought back on his promise to Arybeth as he buried her. He had failed. The Ansei had failed.
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Iris looked through the window at all the people gathering in the courtyard of the castle, where she'd seen Savard make many speeches before. With a jittery hand she shifted the curtains over the window and turned away from it, inhaling. For a moment the master of espionage looked to have met her match, looked about to crack.

She'd never imagined she'd end up upon that platform, announcing this or any other manner of news. But here she was, about to make way to a dais meant only for the leaders, to announce the death of one and succession of another. It made her feel... sorrowful, nervous, exhilarated, and uncertain. Could she really do this? She was skilled at manipulating her words and toying with minds, but she'd never done public speaking before; this was new ground for her.

Inhaling sharply, Iris flicked back both of the braided tails of raven hair, adjusted the doeskin blouse, tried to smooth herself into presentability, and then exhaled. She had to do this; none of the captains had any better knowledge of public speaking than she did. So it was her duty.
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As Zant, Karst, and Lance talked, a soldier entered the tavern, approaching the counter with a purposeful stride. The bartender was about to ask what he wanted to drink, but could see from the Imperial's face that there was not going to be any patronage from soldier right now. Instead, the soldier turned to face the majority of the inn. Between them and their source of drink, the only other place to go was the door.

"Alright folks, those of you still sober enough to blink right listen up. There is an announcement before the castle any minute now, and Commander Haki would like the citizens of Mountainholm to attend. I know not the announcement, but I know it is important. Your drinks will still be here when you return." He announced. The bartender was the first one out the door.

Crito smiled without even opening his eyes to see who was talking. "Thanks for the advice." He replied with a jesting tone, "And this is the first drink I've had in a while, cut me some slack!" The smile formed to a full grin as he opened his eyes and came off the wall. He was glad that she was here, beat sitting around waiting for the officials to get their act together and actually make the damn announcement. He looked back towards the platform where the speeches usually took place and frowned very slightly, "The guard who told me about this didn't seem to know much, if anything at all, about what it's happening. Either that or he just didn't want to tell me. I dunno' really." Although that last statement was slightly slurred, he was speaking clearly and standing straight, which he hoped would ease Marallyn's worries, the last thing he wanted to do was scare her away.

There was something that caught his eye at the other end of the courtyard though, visible even in the failing light. A dunmer with two blades across his back accompanied by two other well armed men, although not seeming entirely suspicious, had enough anger on their faces to draw his attention, and they seemed to be approaching different people and telling them about something particularly important judging by the reactions.

"Hey." Crito said, nudging Marallyn and nodding towards the dunmer. "You know that guy?"

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Seras doubted that Haki wanted him here, but he was still an important military figure in Mountainholm, whether he liked it or not, and there was nothing he could do about it. Besides, if he was to actually tell people about what had happened, he'd best start as early as possible.

"Excuse me sir." A soldier approached him with an inquiring expression. "What is this that people have been telling me about, you were thrown out of the council?"

"Unfortunately, it's true." Siras replied, the lie leaving his lips with a convincing level of emotion. "Commander Haki and his men have forced their way to rule of Mountainholm, those who objected were thrown out, I'm not telling you to start a treason or anything and I might be mistaken about the whole affair, but just keep an open mind, especially if Haki is announced ruler today, is that understandable soldier?" He sighed, and then spoke in a lower volume. "And don't go telling everyone all the details, keep it vague, I might be in danger if there is a plan here."

The news seemed to hit the man with the force of a war hammer, and he stood there with a shocked look on his face. "Y- Yes. Sir." He didn't ask any more questions, Seras was known well by the men, he was one of the best soldiers in the castle. He left him with the other two men who seemed to have accompanied him, and headed to tell some others about what he had heard. Seras noticed a man at the other side of the courtyard staring at him, and then nodding in his direction while talking to a woman. Best keep a low profile. He thought. Can't have them suspecting me before I get enough support. He muttered to his men to go and find somewhere else to stand, while he sat down on a nearby boulder and awaited the inevitable announcement.

"By Mara," muttered Reissa, pushing away the offering of coins. "I can't just leave you here injured unless I were to see your wounds and ensure that you would be alright. Otherwise, I just have to sit around and make sure that you aren't faking it or something. That usually becomes apparent pretty quickly." She retreated to the room's desk, sitting down on the stool and leaning backwards onto it. Reaching into her robe, she produced a small, metallic vial with a cork, and, removing the cork, looked inside.

"When it thaws, this stuff should help a bit," she said. "I'm decent at mixing potions and things. This is designed as a balm to rub into your skin, but it should work just fine if you drink it, too."

*OOC* Other kitty still wants a post. */OOC*

OOC: Crap, sorry, for some reason it flew completely over my head.



The Khajit bore all the signs of someone important, and he was massive. Burd didn't quite realise how massive until they were stood face to face.

"I'm Burd, commander and soldier." He told him nonetheless, before offering his hand to him. "This is Mountainholm, the strongest known outpost against the Hurak, and as long as you contribute, you're more than welcome to stay." By contribute, he obviously meant fight, what kind of man wears equipment like that and isn't a soldier?

"Anyway, there is an announcement taking place in the courtyard. I know that I'm going to be there, and unless you'd really like to be somewhere else I'd suggest that the first thing you do is head there, so fancy joining me on my way there? I never quite got your name by the way."

The Khajiit's eyes were locked with Burd's the whole time. It was not any sort of intimidating glare; the eyes simply seemed, at this point, like shiny marbles, with no particular demonstration of emotion. He glanced down quickly at the hand to ensure that his own met firmly, but as his strong grip clamped the other's hand and shook it, the eyes returned to their previous position with some sense of what appeared to be determination.

"I am called... Kituo," he said, simply and slowly. "I am not sure that any of my titles apply anymore, so call me that, and nothing more." His hand freed the other's, dropping promptly back to his side. "Now, lead the way." He was obviously not of the intention to have a conversation where they stood.

OOC: Erm... hi guys... I'm back... again... :blink:

IC:

Li'Yen was beginning to worry, until the soldier had declared that there was an important announcement to be made in the courtyard. It had been quite some time since he had returned to the inn, per Jalin's suggestion, and he had done little but sit alone at a table, fidgeting about and tugging nervously at his ears. He was relieved when he heard the soldier speak, and he exited the inn with the other inhabitants, watching as masses of people flowed from the other various buildings, undoubtedly given the same news delivered to those in his inn. The Khajiit now stood in the courtyard, lost in a crowd of strangers, awaiting whatever news was to come, whether good or bad.

If Li'Yen was a betting man, he would have gone all in on bad...

Marallyn looked towards the direction Crito nodded his head. And when she did, her face fell faster than a falcon on a predatory dive. She continued to look at that particular Dunmer until he noticed Crito watching, and moved away to sit down and await the message.

"Seras." She whispered the name to Crito through cringed teeth and barely parted lips. "He's an egotistical, self-righteous ass, but a remarkable swordsman. If not for him, we would have much higher casualties against the Hurak than we currently do." She seemed regretful in saying this, as if it pained her. "But he views that as some kind of entitlement, and he should have all his damned wishes fulfilled because of it. One day I'll stick an arrow in his ass"
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Alright, now or never! Iris told herself, and stepped through the doors into the snowy stage, striding forward as confidently as a woman without a care in the world. It was an act of course, but an act the common folk and much of the population would be unable to see through. Her ruby eyes scanned the crowd in a suspenseful manner, as she surveyed her massive audience. It also ensured all attention was upon her.

He's here... Great... Seras' face stood out in the crowd like a beacon of warning light. From what she did know of him, it seemed entirely likely he might cry out against her announcement, just to be an ass. She'd have to appeal to him as well, at least partly, to ensure such a thing did not occur. For the moment that she maintained silence, her mind whirled on the possibilities rapidly. Ways he could make dissent in the public for my announcement. What are a few ways...

And how should I even start this? Slowly, Iris rose her hands up in a sweeping gesture. "My fellow people of Mountainholm. I bring grave news, unfortunately. Our leader, Savard, is dead." She let her hands fall at this, and her head dropped accordingly in solemn respect.
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Jalin patted down the permafrost soil, silent as he worked, and dropped his shovel the moment he finished, not bothering to return it to its origin. Instead, he turned on his heel and militarily moved towards the street. It took remarkable control for him to not turn around, look back one last time upon the grave of a girl he'd recently met, but had become somehow close to. No. The Ansei continued on past the graveyard gate, and focused on the clink of his ebony upon the cobbled street, distracting himself from thoughts of Arybeth.

As he approached the gathering for the announcement and heard Iris' voice, he looked up in time to avoid running into a Dunmer. Stopping just before collision, he looked down at the Dunmer sitting upon the boulder. It was that elf from the Council.

"So, who did they decide on?" Jalin asked curtly, looking towards Iris.

Lance considered the question silently for but a brief moment, before giving a simple shrug in reply. "I dunno. I've spent pratically my entire life in the Imperial City, and all it's ever been is calm and domestic," the Imperial explained, before taking another heavy swig of liquor. "To be honest, I'd always wanted to go out and do something exciting for a change. Maybe something besides the old hum drum, ya know? But..." At this point, Lance found himself unsure of what to say. With all the killing and death that had happened since they'd left the city...who was to say that the familiar old routine wasn't better?

Just as Lance was prepared to begin speaking of his relative misfortune with the fairer six, however, he found himself interrupted by the sudden announcement of a Mountainholm guard. "Alright folks, those of you still sober enough to blink right listen up," he began curtly. "There is an announcement before the castle any minute now, and Commander Haki would like the citizens of Mountainholm to attend. I know not the announcement, but I know it is important. Your drinks will still be here when you return."

With that, Lance let out a slight sigh, before looking over to Karst and Zant. "Politicians, eh? Whether you're in the Imperial City or some mountain fortress, they think the world revolves around them..." He gave a quick roll of his eyes, before grabbing his tankard of rum, and getting out of his seat. "Well, we might as well go see what the big announcement is," he suggested, before heading out the door of the tavern, drink still in hand.

When Lance stepped out the door, he could already see Iris the Dunmer, who, for all he knew, thought he was still dead, making a speech before the people of Mountainholm.

"My fellow people of Mountainholm. I bring grave news, unfortunately. Our leader, Savard, is dead."

ooc: Yay! Ez is back!

ic: Karst killed her drink and let out a loud, very unladylike belch, patted her stomach, then got up. "Yeah, they do. Bastards." She said idly, wiping her mouth before following Lance out the door. Zant smiled faintly as he got up behind her and followed both of them out.

Once they were out, Karst looked up at the sea of people that were, most of them, all tall enough to obstruct her view, and grunted. "Aw, son of a.." Her eyes then fell on some barrels and crates near the side of the two-story inn, and after a couple seconds of surveying, she took off.

Running around the side of the building, she ran up the crates and vaulted off the barrel at the end, kicked hard off the side of another building a couple feet away, then grabbed onto the outer windowsill of one of the second-story rooms and pulled herself to a crouch on it. Immediately, she jumped straight up and grabbed onto the edge of the roofing, digging her claws in and pulling herself up. Drawing herself up, she walked casually over to the edge of the roof and looked down at Zant and Lance, now a good 20+ feet above them, and smiled. "And that's what I used to do in Elsweyr when I was bored." Karst laughed, then sat down. "I couldn't see over all these damned tall people.."

Zant just stared up at her a moment, then smirked and glanced over at a nearby warehouse with a ladder to its roof. "You know there was a ladder a little ways over that way, didn't you?"

Karst walked over to the right side of the roof and peered over, seeing the top of a wooden ladder resting against the indicated warehouse about three rooftops away. Karst sat back down at the front edge of the roof and shrugged. "Eh. It's more fun like this, though." She admitted, then stared over the mass of people to see one familiar ashen figure, listening as she began the announcement. She squinted a moment, then looked down. "Zant.. is that..?"

"Yeah, it's Iris." He nodded up to her. Karst pulled her knees up, rested her hands on them and her chin in her hands.

"Hm."

Seras looked at Haki and frowned momentarily. He was in the meeting too, sitting with Haki and Iris. This either meant that they were friends, had talked earlier, or at the very least, knew one another. He couldn't risk telling close acquaintances of Haki what he was telling the others. His mind processed all of this so quickly, it was always one of his strong points, deception, reading between the lines. It was why he should be up there right now, making that announcement. He would have done a better job than Savard's wench, at any rate.

"They chose Haki." He said simply without emotion, looking back towards Iris. He saw her eyes meet his but for a moment. She noticed he was here, good. Perhaps it would unnerve her, perhaps it would make her realise that her and Haki weren't fit for this sort of power. Although he didn't realise, his fists clenched, and for once, he actually became mad. Not like him, usually so calm and reserved.

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Haki stood just behind the doors were Iris had walked through, just out of sight. He had done his best to clean up Savard's quarters, his quarters now. It was hardly perfect, but it would do until he had more time.

Another glance out of the doors and he saw just how huge the crowd was, it seemed like all of Mountainholm was here, hardly surprising news, but still, it daunted him.

"Stage fright?" It was a Khajit's voice, Do'Shar's. He was smiling, somewhat of a rarity for him.

"Me?" Haki asked, raising his eyebrows and smiling back. "Never."

"I remember you saying something similar when we first met." Although not the best of friends, him and Haki had always shared one thing in common. Their love for competition. They had figured that out when they first met, sparring in the castle courtyards...

It was a warm day, one of the warmest Haki had ever remembered in Mountainholm, but it was still snowing. It was always snowing. With another quick, short thrust, his opponent fell, the third man in a row. Haki grinned with a youthful exuberance that he only showed while in combat.

"Come on." He said out loud, "Are there no others?"

"I'll fight you." It was a Khajit's voice, rough and deep. Haki didn't recognise him.

"Brilliant, your name, soldier?"

"Do'Shar." He picked up the wooden sword that the last soldier had dropped, and took up an aggressive stance, one that Haki hadn't seen before. Unorthodox, aggressive, interesting, he liked it.

They fought for about a minute, exchanging opening blows, each trying to anolyse the other, finding their weaknesses. For Haki, it seemed rudimentary, no different than the other fights, that was until Do'Shar suddenly turned and swung his sword low, catching him just above the knee before he could block the blow. His leg went for a moment, but he remained standing, and Do'Shar was on him without a seconds rest.

The next blow he blocked, but Do'Shar kept his sword there, leaning in close to Haki.

"You tired?" He said quietly, grinning as he did so.

"Me?" Haki replied, "Never."

Do'Shar chuckled, and Haki knew then that he was done for. He guessed the move before the Khajit made it, but couldn't stop it; Do'Shar turned, rolling Haki's blade away with his own and then bringing it towards Haki's neck with a speed that impressed him. He was beat, the wooden sword was at his throat while his was discarded on the floor. Haki smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"We need to spar again someday."

Since then, they had. Several times. Most of the times Do'Shar won, but occasionally it was Haki. Both were among the best fighters in the fortress, but Do'Shar was the best in Haki's eyes, simple as. He was proud to be able to spar with him so regularly. Now though, Do'Shar wasn't here to fight.

"They'll love you." He told Haki, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You really don't have to worry you know, you're the best successor to Savard without question."

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"Yeah, you're good at that." Crito replied with a grin, looking at her for a short time before looking back at Seras. He was talking to Jalin. He doubted that he would take any of Seras's bull[censored].

His attention was drawn up to the stand though, as Iris spoke, and he paid attention thoroughly, as did everyone else who was watching.

"My fellow people of Mountainholm." She said. "I bring grave news, unfortunately. Our leader, Savard, is dead."

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Burd smiled briefly and nodded as Kituo told him his name. "Fair enough." He said. "Now, follow me."

Leading the way through Mountainholm's streets, they headed towards the main citadel in the centre, along with some others who had obviously heard the news of the announcement later than the others. As he and Kituo arrived, Iris was already upon the stand, though they could barely see her at the back of the crowd.

"That's Iris." He told Kituo quietly, nodding towards her. "Looks like she's making the announcement."

Name: Herv? Cintius
Nickname: That's for each and everyone to come up with themselves.
Race: Breton
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Birthsign: The Mage

Focus: Combat/Necromancy
Main skills: Conjuration, Blunt, Athletics, Alchemy, Restoration
Class: Gravedigger

General appearance: Due to his gray hair and pre aged skin he looks more like 45-50 rather than his actual age (35). He’s well built, but not buffed, he has the strong muscles of one who’s been lifting bodies for more than 20 years. He appears as a harsh man and a loner, though he often comes off as a trustworthy man though to his (to many) featherlike appearance.
Hair: Bright gray, messy, shoulder length hair. Messy, medium long beard.
Eye Colour: Green
Height: 6'0
Tattoos/Scars: Five scars run across his chest.

Mental Description: His work has made him very tough and he rarely show any stronger signs of emotion and stays quite calm in most situations. Though during more extensive use of necromancy he sometimes become enraged.

Primary weapon: An iron shovel.
Secondary weapon: n/a
Clothing/Armour mostly worn: Leather pants (for hard work, not combat). White wool shirt , covered by a leather coat (again, not specified for combat). Thick leather gloves, appearing to be a few sizes to big. Sturdy leather boots reinforced with iron plates.

Inventory: Small book of alchemy recipes. Mortar and pestle. A loaf of bread.
Misc: n/a

Bio: He grew up an orphan raving the streets. At the age of 15 he started working as the local gravedigger in exchange for a bed in the church and one loaf of bread every day.
With the basic restoration skill the monks had taught him he started experimenting with necromancy on the bodies he was supposed to bury. When he was caught reviving dead bodies, just to strike them down and revive them again he got cast out of the church and exiled from his hometown. When the Hurak attacked he was already out of harms way in a set up camp in an old ruin south of the Imperial City. The Hurak never found him, though he had heard their footsteps passing the old ruin. As the calm lay over Cyrodiil he had managed to sneak his way to the city gates. But no response was given when he slammed the large wooden doors. He’d been less careful on his way back, walking the bridge instead of swimming the river. A Hurak scouting party had found him, captured him, tortured him.
But, while being dragged through the mud in a thick forest his capturers had been ambushed, he was left in the mud however. Henceforth he found his way to Mountainholm, found a smith to release him from the Hurak chains, grabbed something to eat and is now located in the city square, looking for a job as gravedigger.


IC

Commotion, what was it with all this commotion?
Something was definitely in the air, people where waiting for something. Probably a speech.
In times like this, speeches tended to be thrown around like a crumbled piece of paper. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing though. In times like these people needed speeches, or they’d loose whatever shred of hope they had left.
Herv? sharpened his ears and expected words of encouragement and hope to fill the air.

Ticedo sat in a chair to the far side of the speaker, he had been only been paying half attention and was startled by the beggining of the speech. He had not been paying attention to the rumours of the fortress and the news came at suprise to him, however he saw the opprotunity. He had not spent his entire career studing opprotunites and vulnerbilities not to see the possibilites. At the moment they where weak, anytime a leader died the stuggles turned inward leaving themselves open. However it was an opprotunity to allow a better stronger leader to take the stand. He would not run or fight fo rhte leader however there where afew generals he would like to see lead them more then the recently deceased Savard. Regardless of who had been chosen they where vulnerable, and decisions where never final.

There were gasps, cries of mourning, and shouts of anger from the crowd at the news, and each one in turn was like a needle to Iris' heart, keeping her head held low. These people, they had survived the initial raids of the Hurak, gathered to this place. Savard had been their leader, their beacon, their guiding light in darkness. Their only source of hope. And now he was dead.

She couldn't dash that hope. She couldn't reveal truly what happened, that several Hurak had infiltrated Mountainholm and slain Savard. But nor could she lie about it, for if the truth came out she would lose the people's trust. She was walking a thin line, a diplomatic line. But Iris hadn't lived as long as she had in her profession without balancing on such lines before.

She rose her head slowly and solemnly to face the crowd again, only a mere minute after her initial announcement, as if her silence was in respect for Savard.

"They chose Haki." The Dunmer told him, and Jalin glanced sidelong at him to see clenched fists as the elf's red eyes regarded Iris. While his voice was flat... his body spoke volumes. And while Jalin may have lacked diplomatic supremacy, he knew how to read body language. He looked back to Iris before speaking again, folding his arms over his armored chest.

"You do not approve of their decision." His voice was as flat as Seras', but his body was far more rigid and controlled. "I do. Your sword has spilled the blood of thrice the men Haki's has; I can feel the echoes of battles still lingering on you, there are that many." At this Jalin turned his head to look down at Seras.

"I am glad they did not choose you, or me. We are not men fit for that position of power. Our power is on the battlefield; we are most useful there. Haki's sword may not taste blood for many months now. These people cannot survive if our blades suffer the same thirst." He looked away from Seras back to Iris, arms and chest never moving, only his head.

"A Hurak had broken into Mountainholm." Iris finally stated, and the reaction was as she expected; terror and rage, disbelief and blaming. "Savard died in battle with the brute!" Iris shouted out the next words to cut through the rising commotion, physically cutting her hand in front of her. "Savard died in battle like a soldier for his people, sacrificing his life in an attempt to end that of a Hurak before he could kill others. He died, but he didn't fail. The Hurak responsible is dead!" Again Iris cut the air, as if finalizing the statement. "The soldiers work now to close off the route the Hurak used to enter, ensuring no other could come from the same path. In the meantime, the council has sought to choose Savard's successor." Iris paused to let the words sink in, but continued not a half minute later, looking through the crowd.

"A few of the councilmen did leave the meeting, having a differed opinion and not wishing to compromise." Her eyes continued to sweep the crowd. "To those councilmen here now, I wish to pass a message from the council; we may not agree on successors, but we can still agree on how to kill the Hurak, and wish for your continued aid in planning just how to do so." This time her eyes stopped at Seras and Jalin. The crowd would not be able to tell who she was looking at, but Jalin felt it was more Seras than he. Nonetheless the Ansei nodded respectfully, to which Iris tightened her jaw in pleased answer.

"The Council decided, and the successor chose his second-in-command. Commander Haki is to be Mountainholm's new leader..... and I his second-in-command." Her voice dropped a noticeable decibel at the announcement of her role, though the crowd would likely still hear it.

"Now... that's not something I approve of." Jalin muttered.

"The Council decided, and the successor chose his second-in-command. Commander Haki is to be Mountainholm's new leader..... and I his second-in-command."

Lance, who had been idly watching Iris deliver her speech from near the rear of the crowd, suddenly found himself physically tense at the announcement of her little promotion. Iris? Haki's second-in-command? He replayed what she had said in his mind once over, before glancing over in Zant's general direction, a slight hint of worry lining his face.

"I think I hear something, Zant," the Imperial remarked rather bleakly, straightening to his full height. "And I think it's the whispering winds of [censored]..."

Now, it was apparent to anybody who knew him that Lance was not by any means a learned man. As such, his knowledge when it came to politics was equally limited. What he did know, however, was that in the span of the few days he and his fellow companions had been there, Mountainholm's trusted leader, Savard, had been mysteriously assassinated by the Hurak. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Iris, a woman who most people there had probably never even heard of, had just been promoted to second-in-command, now of a higher rank than the men and women who had been protecting Mountainholm for Talos knew how long.

Sufficed to say, Lance had the sinking feeling there were going to be some stepped-on-toes amongst Mountainholm's leadership. And when you mixed angry politics with a life and death struggle against crazed beast guys trying to kill you all the time...

"Boy, am I glad I hung on to this..." Lance remarked to nobody in particular, taking a swig of rum. He had a feeling things might get ugly...

Li'Yen stood quietly as the crowd around him reacted vocally to the words spoken by Iris. While the people gathered in the courtyard expressed their emotions with cries and curses, the only visible reaction by Li'Yen was when he clenched his teeth at the mention of the Hurak assassins who had infiltrated Mountainholm. He was relieved when Iris announced that Haki would be the successor, and even more relieved when she revealed that she was the second-in-command. Ever since his meal with Ella, Li'Yen had felt distinctly lost and insignificant in Mountainholm. Normally this would please him, as getting lost was a boon to his former profession, and the more insignificant you seemed, the better. But now, things were different. He was living a new life, and the insecurity of not knowing what the future would hold gave him an empty feeling in the pit of his stomach. Knowing that friends, and not complete strangers, were in a position of power put him at ease slightly. He didn't know anything about how the "council" worked, or what Iris was referring to when she mentioned the dissension amongst the members, and he didn't give it a second thought. He was just glad that people he could trust had been chosen to lead Mountainholm.

Fedura shoved the coins back into her pocket with a shrug, not at all hurt by having her offer turned down. At the suggestion she was faking it, Fedura sat up partially. "Oh, sure. I'm so good at faking injury I can even make myself bleed and pass out. Right." She said in sarcastic tone, giving Reissa a mildly annoyed look. "Look, kid, I appreciate the rescue and the healing, but I can take care of the rest myself."

Swinging her legs out off the bed, Fedura got up with a groan, her head, back and rear aching as she moved. The tall Dunmer walked soundlessly over to where Reissa sat and patted her head with her gauntlet. "You're a nice kid, Reissa, but I'll be fine. Just let me feed and patch myself up real quick and I'll meet you downstairs or.. whatever."
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As Iris started her speech, Karst wondered what was going through the Dunmer's head. She also wondered why Iris was the one making this announcement for a moment before realizing that Haki probably had all of the charm and subtlety of a zombie. The little Khajiit saw the dark form of Jalin and beside him, Seras, off to the side and glared at the both of them for a moment. Something about the Dunmeri male made her skin crawl.

"A Hurak had broken into Mountainholm." Iris continued the speech after much shock from most of the crowd. "Savard died in battle with the brute! Savard died in battle like a soldier for his people, sacrificing his life in an attempt to end that of a Hurak before he could kill others. He died, but he didn't fail. The Hurak responsible is dead!" Iris slashed her hand in front of her to emphasize her words as she yelled over the commotion and Karst couldn't help but admire her resolve; Karst herself would've just crossed her arms and glared until they quieted down rather than shouting over them. "The soldiers work now to close off the route the Hurak used to enter, ensuring no other could come from the same path. In the meantime, the council has sought to choose Savard's successor." Iris halted after this, allowing the crowd a moment to gather themselves. The news that Savard was assassinated was still scary to her, but at least she'd not had the attachment to him these people probably did. She felt sorry for all of them. A half minute later, Karst watched Iris continue.

"A few of the councilmen did leave the meeting, having a differed opinion and not wishing to compromise. To those councilmen here now, I wish to pass a message from the council; we may not agree on successors, but we can still agree on how to kill the Hurak, and wish for your continued aid in planning just how to do so." Karst smiled and nodded, patting her sword at this.

"Yeah, I think that may be the only thing me an' Jalin can agree on." Karst muttered.

"The Council decided, and the successor chose his second-in-command. Commander Haki is to be Mountainholm's new leader.." Iris seemed to falter and her voice lowered a tad. "..and I his second-in-command."

As Iris finished, Karst heard Lance speak below her and looked down to see him looking at Zant. "I think I hear something, Zant," the Imperial remarked rather bleakly, straightening to his full height. "And I think it's the whispering winds of [censored].."

Karst let out a snort of humorless laughter. "Yeah, I hear those winds a lot." She laughed darkly from her second-story perch. She'd cleared a little spot in the snow on the roof to sit by this point and her legs dangled off the edge, her booted heels thumping against the face of the inn as she swung her legs forward and back, arms crossed over her chest. "But I know Iris; she's brilliant and she'll make a great right hand woman. I'm more worried about Haki screwing things up, honestly.."

Looking out over the sea of people, Karst looked at Iris what seemed like miles away down there and waved at her in an attempt to cheer her up; the Dunmer looked and sounded so uncertain of what to do with herself in her new position and Karst felt for her. She'd have to make sure to find a way to cheer her up later.
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ooc: Zelric's asked me to take care of his lizard for him for a bit again while he sifts through stuff, so, here goes. As always, Zel, if you be reading this, you can make me edit stuff if you dun like. :nod:

ic: The reptilian alchemist sat sipping hot mint tea and making new potions from what he had left in his pack. Already labeled and cooling were a handful of hybrid healing and fatigue potions, a light Cure Common Disease potion made especially for the sneezing he'd seen Karst doing earlier, some more warming potions and three Night-Eye potions for their warriors in case they had to go through a dark cave or something similar later. As Odeen was putting the label on a Detect Life brew, he looked out the open window as he noticed a familiar female voice.

"Iris?" He asked himself, corking the bottle and taking his tea to the windowsill. Looking out, he saw that, sure enough, it was Iris. Iris and a huge mass of onlookers. "Oh, my. What's going on out there?"

As he listened to the announcement, Odeen's heart sank a little and he leaned on the sill languidly. So Savard is dead and Iris is the new second in command? I wonder what kinds of things she'll have to do now. I hope she'll be all right. He thought at the end of it, then suddenly started scanning the crowd for any signs of Karst or Zant, recalling that he'd not seen Zant all day or Karst since she'd stalked off angrily a while ago. I hope everything turns out okay in the end for everyone, but.. that's not how the world works, is it?

Kituo watched, quietly and solemnly. It had been a long time since he was in such a populated settlement, and it felt a little strange. "I... see that I may have chosen a poor time to return," he said, hesitantly, watching the speaker, then turning to Burd. "Either that, or this is the perfect time. What is your intended course of action, sir?" His eyes had something in them, but there was no way of telling what it was. "I presume that you have one, of course?"

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Reissa clutched the vial in her hand, trying to warm it up with a small influx of magicka. It was not something to rush, of course, especially with a brew carefully mixed, but it would help. She returned to the Dunmer, after a moment, a similar glare, no sign of amusemant in her golden eyes. "I could, but that would not be very responsible of me, now would it? Healers need to be careful. Maybe I'm not an official healer, but what's official these days, anyway?"

She returned her attention to the vial. "Besides, I've always been told to never trust people who look like assassins."

Seras's reaction to the speech was predictable, and when Iris looked at him and the Hurak, he didn't move, just stared in a markedly unpleasant manner. He actually didn't move until the crowd begun to dissipate, each one talking in quiet, almost frightened tones. He stood, and didn't even look at Jalin as he spoke, though it was obvious he was actually talking to him.

"You approve a choice that does not even begin to help with the current matters." He said plainly. "Haki has already shown his lack of charisma in avoiding this speech, he is a warrior, like you and I, nothing else." He decided to leave out the fact that he wanted to be crowned leader in the meeting itself. "There are others who had the ability to speak with crowds. Those same people knew how to address situations that didn't need a sword, and they also knew how to plan well. They were ignored, and the leadership was given to the most popular man in that throne room. I am not incensed by the decision, my annoyance comes at the lack of thought put into making that decision, and the lack of knowledge the council had of even the most rudimentary tasks Haki will now have to do daily."

The wind was getting colder, and the sky was getting darker, the sun descending over the high mountaintops. "This decision will cause trouble." He continued, still looking at Iris and the stone fortress behind her. "There will be others who realise the same as me, and soon, the Hurak might not be our only problem in here."

He didn't really give Jalin a chance to respond, but instead walked away, his head down. The two swords on his back swung slightly in an ominous manner, Seras was not happy, and that wasn't good for anyone.

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"Mine? Burd asked uselessly, pondering the question. "I will follow Haki." He didn't really see any other option, apart from leaving the fortress, and that was suicide. Besides, Haki was as good a leader as anyone who populated the place. "I don't know what his plans are, but he's clever. He's always been clever. He's never had this sort of power though, so he'll need all the help he can get, and, if you don't mind me saying, you look like you've had a bit of history in an army of some kind." He was looking at the Khajit's armour as he said it. "We need every man we can get in the guard, and people like you are always welcome."

Burd then looked around and unconsciously shivered, he noticed Seras walking away in the distance. He'd come around eventually. "It's getting cold." He told Kituo absently, "We should get inside, the nights of Mountainholm can get freezing, even for a Khajit like yourself. Besides, you'll need a place to stay for the night, and we can discuss what you want to do here, I have nothing else to do." Briefly Lore crossed his mind, he hadn't spoken her since being injured, but he had no idea where she was, or what she was doing, it would have to wait.

"So, fancy joining me for a drink in one Mountainholm's famed inns?"

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The man who waled into Herv? was over six foot, and he carried enough weight to nearly knock the smaller man from his feet.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He said quickly, putting his hand on Herv?'s shoulder. "Did you hear?" He simply asked. He barely waited a second before responding. "The council was unfair. People were thrown out for disagreeing with the decision, several of the commanders wanted an unnamed officer to be put in command, but they were denied." He then looked around shiftily, making sure that no soldiers were near.

"What would you say if I told you that Haki was not the only person you could choose to listen to in these times?" His voice got deeper, and he looked Herv? straight in the eye as he said it.


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