10th of Summer, 514. 2 Bells after Midnight.
The return horse ride was stiff, uncomfortable, and extremely disturbing. Tydus despised the beasts and was glad for it when he was finally able to be done with them, abandoning the mercenaries and Meddin Flint, though not without words for the latter. A smile cast upon Tydus' lips as he extended his hand towards the man,
"T'was a pleasure to meet yeh, Mr. Flint. Until next time."
The man nodded and with a visit to Tydus' casinor, they were off. Half a bell was spent counting up the monetary investment, 500 gold mizas taken and placed into bags, for there was no chance that the Tempest was going to carry such an investment over the Sea of Grass. It was a stupid idea and the Tempest was anything but imprudent. Watching as the mizas were carted off, he was then given the woman, noting that she was bound at the wrists and tied to the horse. The treatment was awful, but at the very least, it was done.
The Svefra stepped forward and offered a smile to Shoal, the name he had taken to giving the slave. He again caressed her cheek, weaving djed into his touch. Hypnotic influence, subtle and cast was set upon the woman. Bright, ocean blue eyes stared into the woman's vibrant green ones for but a moment. Tydus impressed into the woman an emotional response. Weaving the djed, casting it from his body and throwing it upon her, he set about impressing calm into her.
He did not speak, but instead captured her gaze, djed welling into his eyes, a pleasurable chill permeating his spine as he reinforced the feeling further. Two emotional responses set from different media, intent on working the calm into her, for she was trembling. Tydus knew not if she was fearful, or anxious, but apprehension was absolutely obvious upon her face. Tydus reached for her hand, holding it in his own as he made his way towards the Alements.
The walk was not long, but in the reaches of the night, it felt like an eternity. Tydus made little effort to communicate with Shoal. Thought was present and somehow, the Tempest doubted that Caelum would be up and waiting for him. Did Ethaefal sleep? He didn't know, but what he was certain of was that he didn't want to be waiting for Caelum in his casinor. He'd have to get into the Alements.
Surely Caelum didn't mind?
Tydus found himself in his casinor, leaning back and in waiting with Shoal. He offered the woman a glass of ale, which he took. Tydus didn't check if she took a drink, instead looking around for witnesses and people around the dock. Bells passed, Leth high over the sky, spilling his eerie light onto Laviku's reflective sea, and Tydus had no yet celebrated. Shoal was asleep next to him, though when the number of witnesses finally reduced to zero, Tydus made his move. He reached into his rucksack and pulled a single crossbow bolt from it, retrieving the dagger from within his sash.
"Come with me," he whispered.
And she followed.
The Tempest inserted the dagger into the crease between the door itself and the wall that it was hinged upon. His intent was to find the lock, a gentle clink audible when he finally did. He directed the dagger side-ward, feeling around the clasp of the lock to find the rod that held it in place. When he did, the Tempest pressed forward. The process took quite a long time, a chime passing though he finally formed a wedge between the lock and the dagger, the Svefra using his free hand to push the door open.
It was a noisy affair, and the Tempest set to enter as soon as possible, quietly closing the door after the slave arrived. Five tentative chimes were spent watching the door in case they were seen, but when all was done, Tydus settled into a chair.
"Welcome to the Alements, Shoal. T'is where yer gonna work, I guess."
The Tempest looked around, curious as to whether or not there was rum to be seen. Not wanting to open a door, he elected to draw his flask and begin drinking.
And now, I wait.
Fratava | Hypnotic Fratava | Common | Hypnotic Common | Vani
