07-27-2018, 08:39 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-27-2018, 08:40 AM by Magikeeper.)
The Past
The bar master returned the handshake and used a little more storm magic to covertly whisper his side of the bargain. "The Desmarais family consists of eight children, of which Hadrian is the youngest. The seventh child and only one close in age to Hadrian, Aluin Desmarais, is said to be on a business trip to Delvena. What I've heard.. is that he vanished a month ago. Never arrived where he was supposed to be. The Baron Desmarais and what elder siblings are available have been covertly giving their all to find Aluin, leaving Hadrian to mange the games by himself." The bar master narrowed his eyes "From all he's pulled these past few days.. well, one must wonder if Hadrian was expecting to be managing the games this time around.."
The master noticed another customer coming to the table, and nodded towards Darby one last time before going about his business.
The Present
Several dozen minutes pass without much fanfare. At some point the waiter came to ask about their many delicious deserts and the possibility of such sweets finding their way into the stomachs of certain patrons. The sweets, too, had ample time to be savored as the group waited for Arielle and her companions to arrive.
They had not yet come through the door, but from the sounds of things there was certainly a great deal of commotion coming from outside...
"-you will be. I've already picked out a ring~" came the first voice, a slick, oily number with a hint of firmness behind it.
"Have you, now? Perhaps you can get it inscribed to commemorate your defeat! "In Memory of Monsieur Hadrian's Hopes and Dreams". responded the second, a proud, fiery tone with a bit of an airy feel to it.
"Do nobles use rings for that sort of thing? I suppose keeping it close at hand would serve as a reminder without making it too much of a spectacle." The third tone was simply solid and serviceable. The speaker continued. "That's exactly the sort of subtle grace you'd expect from them, now that I think of it! That said, that said - getting the ring ahead of time's a rather interesting choice, isn't it?"
"Most unusual, but Hadrain's never let that stop him! The proud and solid voices shared a laugh.
"FANCY WORDS COMING.. coming from someone that doesn't even have a team!" The oily snake voice proceeded to have a laugh of its own, a wicked cackling soon joined by a chorus of like-minded fellows.
The bar master returned the handshake and used a little more storm magic to covertly whisper his side of the bargain. "The Desmarais family consists of eight children, of which Hadrian is the youngest. The seventh child and only one close in age to Hadrian, Aluin Desmarais, is said to be on a business trip to Delvena. What I've heard.. is that he vanished a month ago. Never arrived where he was supposed to be. The Baron Desmarais and what elder siblings are available have been covertly giving their all to find Aluin, leaving Hadrian to mange the games by himself." The bar master narrowed his eyes "From all he's pulled these past few days.. well, one must wonder if Hadrian was expecting to be managing the games this time around.."
The master noticed another customer coming to the table, and nodded towards Darby one last time before going about his business.
The Present
Several dozen minutes pass without much fanfare. At some point the waiter came to ask about their many delicious deserts and the possibility of such sweets finding their way into the stomachs of certain patrons. The sweets, too, had ample time to be savored as the group waited for Arielle and her companions to arrive.
They had not yet come through the door, but from the sounds of things there was certainly a great deal of commotion coming from outside...
"-you will be. I've already picked out a ring~" came the first voice, a slick, oily number with a hint of firmness behind it.
"Have you, now? Perhaps you can get it inscribed to commemorate your defeat! "In Memory of Monsieur Hadrian's Hopes and Dreams". responded the second, a proud, fiery tone with a bit of an airy feel to it.
"Do nobles use rings for that sort of thing? I suppose keeping it close at hand would serve as a reminder without making it too much of a spectacle." The third tone was simply solid and serviceable. The speaker continued. "That's exactly the sort of subtle grace you'd expect from them, now that I think of it! That said, that said - getting the ring ahead of time's a rather interesting choice, isn't it?"
"Most unusual, but Hadrain's never let that stop him! The proud and solid voices shared a laugh.
"FANCY WORDS COMING.. coming from someone that doesn't even have a team!" The oily snake voice proceeded to have a laugh of its own, a wicked cackling soon joined by a chorus of like-minded fellows.