08-05-2018, 02:25 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-05-2018, 03:35 PM by Arl Lotreab.)
Jebidiah could see the speakers now; on one side were three ladies that had just emerged from the coach. The farthest from the coach was a tall, longer haired, lightly armored elven woman with more than a few scars and no fewer weapons. Between her and Hadrian stood a red-haired noble woman whose presence rather greatly exceeded her small frame. The third woman was cloaked and off to the side, making it difficult to tell what she looked like or even if she was a long eared-elf like the others.
Hadrian's group looked like right pack of scoundrels, right down to what seemed to be his personal helper - an elven man with a long face and a perpetual snicker going on. Hadrain himself was the sort of man that'd still look greesy after a bath, his eyebrows somehow managing to have a curve no less sinister than the twirl of his handlebar mustache. He did look a rather fit, at least, and whoever came up with his black suit / cape combo clearly did the best they could. At least, assuming they were asked to make Hadrian look like he was about to execute someone at all times.
Hadrian scowled at his ring, and slightly green finger, but was hardly going to let that tarnish his coming victory as wel-
"WHAT?!" The startled noble glared at Jebidiah as though he were a ghost looking at his own murderer, the turn of his head so forceful that it shook the hat from head. The top hat hit the ground with a "wump", leaving it to his ever-snickering servant to dust it off and place it back on their lord's head. Hadrian didn't appear to notice, his sickly green eyes darting back and forth in Jedidiah's direction in deep thought.
This clearly pleased the red-haired noblewoman standing across from the mustashio greatly; her eyes had been locked on Hadrian to see his response and it was all too clear the man really hadn't been expecting this! She turned to follow Jebidiah in.
"Indeed I would! Let's get everyone together, I'm certain Hadrian here would like to confirm you are all fully qualified to participate." She gave Hadrian a knowing smile.
Hadrian spun around towards his men. "GET THE LIST!"
Hadrian's group looked like right pack of scoundrels, right down to what seemed to be his personal helper - an elven man with a long face and a perpetual snicker going on. Hadrain himself was the sort of man that'd still look greesy after a bath, his eyebrows somehow managing to have a curve no less sinister than the twirl of his handlebar mustache. He did look a rather fit, at least, and whoever came up with his black suit / cape combo clearly did the best they could. At least, assuming they were asked to make Hadrian look like he was about to execute someone at all times.
Hadrian scowled at his ring, and slightly green finger, but was hardly going to let that tarnish his coming victory as wel-
"WHAT?!" The startled noble glared at Jebidiah as though he were a ghost looking at his own murderer, the turn of his head so forceful that it shook the hat from head. The top hat hit the ground with a "wump", leaving it to his ever-snickering servant to dust it off and place it back on their lord's head. Hadrian didn't appear to notice, his sickly green eyes darting back and forth in Jedidiah's direction in deep thought.
This clearly pleased the red-haired noblewoman standing across from the mustashio greatly; her eyes had been locked on Hadrian to see his response and it was all too clear the man really hadn't been expecting this! She turned to follow Jebidiah in.
"Indeed I would! Let's get everyone together, I'm certain Hadrian here would like to confirm you are all fully qualified to participate." She gave Hadrian a knowing smile.
Hadrian spun around towards his men. "GET THE LIST!"