Facing the owl-bear in her lair it is.All three tilt their heads - it might be comical except for the coldness in Lady Mirelle's eyes. "May I help you? You appear to be... lost."
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Facing the owl-bear in her lair it is.
"Ah..." Don't run, she will chase. Begin with the basics, as his sire used to say (rather strongly and with a certain air of righteous anger as well). "I am Meso- I mean- I am known as Antares, a yearling mage of the Lepanor tradition." Which is oh so relevant at the moment, isn't it? What then? Demon bells? Missing girls? Do not speak of cabbages to dragons! And then he has it: "Myself and a few -ah- a few of my more talented friends have recently come together to form the Behenian Company, a group dedicated to the - betterment of all that surrounds us." A way out- He needs a way out! Almost there: "For minimal recompense-" And then he stops. And thinks about what he's about to do...
Some sort of pivot point. It is like finding yourself again.
"In actuality... no. Though I do believe you will be hearing about our company soon." A bow, "Have a good day, honorable ladies." He pushes the door closed.
OOC: Did he get away with it?
Antares' heart sinks and clenches at the same time: he was rather hoping... The spell, already dying... "Ah... I would be honoured. But could a later time perhaps be possible?" Do *not* lie to dragons! "The Company is presently involved in a most interesting investigation -- of which I might entertain you ladies more fully later on?" But do present them with the possibility of gold if they will forbear eating you just now!"Wait a moment Master Antares. Would you please join us? It won't take more than a few minutes, but I have a variety of teas that I would like the opinion of an elf on." Her tone is somewhat amused, though still cool, and she sounds as though she expects her request to be accepted.
"You know, if you ever smiled, I think it's likely your face would break clean in two. You are wise never to take that chance.""Secrets are powerful, you hold this lass to your will thanks to them. She'll do anything for you to keep this a secret. Do not underestimate the power of the Hidden one." the dwarf says ominously.
Antares' heart sinks and clenches at the same time: he was rather hoping... The spell, already dying... "Ah... I would be honoured. But could a later time perhaps be possible?" Do *not* lie to dragons! "The Company is presently involved in a most interesting investigation -- of which I might entertain you ladies more fully later on?" But do present them with the possibility of gold if they will forbear eating you just now!
(My God, that was shear improvisational genius on his part, wasn't it? A domain in which he does not usually excel... Now, if only THEY can find it within themselves to think so too!)
<Response Mirelle/ladies?>