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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 2556968" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Cast Upon Tides of Weal and Woe - Part 8: Sleeping With the Fishes</strong></p><p></p><p>Something woke Vlad out of a dead sleep. He wasn’t sure why. </p><p></p><p>Vlad was in a comfortable bed, in a warm and secure place rather than aboard a rocking and incessantly noisy ship. It was definitely an improvement.</p><p></p><p>He patted his stomach. The rich food was certainly a possibility.</p><p></p><p>Vlad thought he heard something creak downstairs. Dressed only in his nightshirt, he threw off the covers and quietly unsheathed his longsword from its scabbard on a dresser.</p><p></p><p>The foyer at the bottom of the stairs was strangely silent. He could hear the guards outside on their watch. </p><p></p><p>Vlad padded out into the hallway and crept down the steps. There was intermittent flashes of the faintest glow coming from underneath the door of Thralen’s study.</p><p></p><p>Vlad stood by the door and kept his longsword raised.</p><p></p><p>The door opened. Hair unbound and clad in the thinnest of nightdresses, the pretty maidservant from earlier stepped out into the hallway.</p><p></p><p>Val took a deep breath and lowered his blade. The maid hopped backwards with a squeal.</p><p></p><p>“You scared me!” she said. “What were you doing there?”</p><p></p><p>“Maybe I should ask you the same thing,” said Vlad. </p><p></p><p>The maid blushed. “Oh, this is very awkward.”</p><p></p><p>Vlad leaned on his longsword, point down. “I’ve got time,” he said.</p><p></p><p>“You see, Master Thralen demands certain…favors…in return for his patronage.” </p><p></p><p>“And he demands those favors,” he nodded towards the study, “in there?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” the maidservant said, lashes lowered. </p><p></p><p>“And where is Thralen now?”</p><p></p><p>“He did not show this evening,” the maid said. She stroked the inside of her other arm. “Sometimes he is too tired.”</p><p></p><p>“Uh huh,” said Vlad. “I think it’s time you went back to your room. I’ll escort you.”</p><p></p><p>Vlad took her by the elbow and steered her to the hallway. They stopped at a door.</p><p></p><p>She opened it. For a servant’s quarters her room was spacious. </p><p></p><p>The maidservant turned to face Vlad, her nose inches from his. “My name is Cunegunda, by the way.”</p><p></p><p>“That’s great,” said Vlad. “Now—“</p><p></p><p>“Are you familiar with the Larissian sacraments?” Cunegunda lifted one leg slightly so that her naked thigh rubbed against the doorframe. “This whole incident could be quite embarrassing for my Master. I would be willing to perform a…service in exchange for your silence.”</p><p></p><p>Vlad pulled her roughly by the arm to him. “No. Thanks,” he said to her face. Then Vlad shoved Cunegunda back into her room and onto her bed.</p><p></p><p>The maidservant screamed at the top of her lungs and tore at her bodice as she fell. “HELP! I’m being attacked!”</p><p></p><p>Vlad looked around in surprise. “What?”</p><p></p><p>Two guards jogged up to him with halberds. “What’s going on?”</p><p></p><p>“Nothing!” said Vlad. “I was—she just—I caught her—“</p><p></p><p>“Doing what?” asked one of the guards, pointing his halberd’s blade at Vlad’s neck.</p><p></p><p>“He attacked me!” shouted Cunegunda, tears streaking her face. “He thought that because I was another Milandisian he could have his way with me!”</p><p></p><p>Thralen and just about everyone else in the house arrived in various states of undress.</p><p></p><p>“What?!” shouted Vlad. “I didn’t touch her!”</p><p></p><p>Some guards consulted with Cunegunda and closed the door so that Vlad could no longer hear their conversation. Ilmarė, her hair silver and purple-streaked hair up in a bun, stepped forward. “Let me talk to him.”</p><p></p><p>Thralen nodded and halberds were lowered.</p><p></p><p>“What were you doing, Vlad?”</p><p></p><p>“I found Cunegunda downstairs in Thralen’s study,” said Vlad. “She’s a Censuri spy.”</p><p></p><p>“And why exactly were you walking around in your nightshirt with a sword?” asked Thralen.</p><p></p><p>“I uh…” Vlad realized the predicament he was in. “I decided to take a walk.”</p><p></p><p>“I see.”</p><p></p><p>“Search her!” Vlad said. “She must have something on her…”</p><p></p><p>Thralen’s brow was furrowed in dismay. “The guards found nothing. Although there is a book missing from my study.”</p><p></p><p>Sebastian cleared his throat. “I can explain that,” he said. The book was in his hands. He handed it over to Thralen. “I was merely borrowing it for some nighttime reading. I don’t sleep much.”</p><p></p><p>Thralen looked alternately confused and disturbed. He turned back to Vlad. “Vlad, I’m very disappointed with you.”</p><p></p><p>“I’m sure this is a misunderstanding,” said Ilmarė. “I expect this of other people,” she looked at Kham, who looked bleary-eyed and tired. Kham didn’t even notice. “But not Vlad.”</p><p></p><p>“That may be. Still…” Thralen looked around. “Where’s Camring?”</p><p></p><p>A guard huffed up to Thralen. “Gone. His window is open and his street clothes are missing.”</p><p></p><p>Thralen’s expression turned grim. He turned to Vlad. “I have an idea of how we can solve both of our problems.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 2556968, member: 3285"] [b]Cast Upon Tides of Weal and Woe - Part 8: Sleeping With the Fishes[/b] Something woke Vlad out of a dead sleep. He wasn’t sure why. Vlad was in a comfortable bed, in a warm and secure place rather than aboard a rocking and incessantly noisy ship. It was definitely an improvement. He patted his stomach. The rich food was certainly a possibility. Vlad thought he heard something creak downstairs. Dressed only in his nightshirt, he threw off the covers and quietly unsheathed his longsword from its scabbard on a dresser. The foyer at the bottom of the stairs was strangely silent. He could hear the guards outside on their watch. Vlad padded out into the hallway and crept down the steps. There was intermittent flashes of the faintest glow coming from underneath the door of Thralen’s study. Vlad stood by the door and kept his longsword raised. The door opened. Hair unbound and clad in the thinnest of nightdresses, the pretty maidservant from earlier stepped out into the hallway. Val took a deep breath and lowered his blade. The maid hopped backwards with a squeal. “You scared me!” she said. “What were you doing there?” “Maybe I should ask you the same thing,” said Vlad. The maid blushed. “Oh, this is very awkward.” Vlad leaned on his longsword, point down. “I’ve got time,” he said. “You see, Master Thralen demands certain…favors…in return for his patronage.” “And he demands those favors,” he nodded towards the study, “in there?” “Yes,” the maidservant said, lashes lowered. “And where is Thralen now?” “He did not show this evening,” the maid said. She stroked the inside of her other arm. “Sometimes he is too tired.” “Uh huh,” said Vlad. “I think it’s time you went back to your room. I’ll escort you.” Vlad took her by the elbow and steered her to the hallway. They stopped at a door. She opened it. For a servant’s quarters her room was spacious. The maidservant turned to face Vlad, her nose inches from his. “My name is Cunegunda, by the way.” “That’s great,” said Vlad. “Now—“ “Are you familiar with the Larissian sacraments?” Cunegunda lifted one leg slightly so that her naked thigh rubbed against the doorframe. “This whole incident could be quite embarrassing for my Master. I would be willing to perform a…service in exchange for your silence.” Vlad pulled her roughly by the arm to him. “No. Thanks,” he said to her face. Then Vlad shoved Cunegunda back into her room and onto her bed. The maidservant screamed at the top of her lungs and tore at her bodice as she fell. “HELP! I’m being attacked!” Vlad looked around in surprise. “What?” Two guards jogged up to him with halberds. “What’s going on?” “Nothing!” said Vlad. “I was—she just—I caught her—“ “Doing what?” asked one of the guards, pointing his halberd’s blade at Vlad’s neck. “He attacked me!” shouted Cunegunda, tears streaking her face. “He thought that because I was another Milandisian he could have his way with me!” Thralen and just about everyone else in the house arrived in various states of undress. “What?!” shouted Vlad. “I didn’t touch her!” Some guards consulted with Cunegunda and closed the door so that Vlad could no longer hear their conversation. Ilmarė, her hair silver and purple-streaked hair up in a bun, stepped forward. “Let me talk to him.” Thralen nodded and halberds were lowered. “What were you doing, Vlad?” “I found Cunegunda downstairs in Thralen’s study,” said Vlad. “She’s a Censuri spy.” “And why exactly were you walking around in your nightshirt with a sword?” asked Thralen. “I uh…” Vlad realized the predicament he was in. “I decided to take a walk.” “I see.” “Search her!” Vlad said. “She must have something on her…” Thralen’s brow was furrowed in dismay. “The guards found nothing. Although there is a book missing from my study.” Sebastian cleared his throat. “I can explain that,” he said. The book was in his hands. He handed it over to Thralen. “I was merely borrowing it for some nighttime reading. I don’t sleep much.” Thralen looked alternately confused and disturbed. He turned back to Vlad. “Vlad, I’m very disappointed with you.” “I’m sure this is a misunderstanding,” said Ilmarė. “I expect this of other people,” she looked at Kham, who looked bleary-eyed and tired. Kham didn’t even notice. “But not Vlad.” “That may be. Still…” Thralen looked around. “Where’s Camring?” A guard huffed up to Thralen. “Gone. His window is open and his street clothes are missing.” Thralen’s expression turned grim. He turned to Vlad. “I have an idea of how we can solve both of our problems.” [/QUOTE]
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