[sblock=stonegod]Jarrith stops short as the three Flamists come upon the main chamber and spot the figure of Lord Sergei. As the current resident of the keep addresses them and Emil, the blood within the Stalker runs cold. His eyes narrow, and the impulses that have carried him through his life within the Order of Illumination are brought back to the forefront. He steps forward a pace, knowing Khensu and Marot are right behind him.
"My apologies, my Lord... we fools dilly-dally about this castle because we do so admire its architecture... but yet we keep finding poor souls that have been imprisoned within! First the young girl tied to the bed upstairs, and now this poor man locked within the cells below! Goodness knows what they both were doing here... but I guess it's just of those things which, as you say, we just couldn't possibly understand." He says this last phrase dripping with as much sarcastic poison as he can muster.
Jarrith throws a smirk back to Marot and Khensu, and gives a slight chuckle to himself. "I wonder who's the more foolish? Us wandering around Barovia doing the Flame's work... or our Host believing that he is so much more high-minded than everyone that his little time-wasters are somehow incomprehensible to the rest of us?" He snorts in derision, then addresses Sergei one last time. "We invade your home, because we have reason to believe crimes against your populace are being committed. And before you give me the same tired song and dance where you tell us that as the Lord of this land that your word is Law... I'll remind you that we serve the Flame. And thus... this means that if you want to stop us... then you'll have to... STOP... US."[/sblock]
"My apologies, my Lord... we fools dilly-dally about this castle because we do so admire its architecture... but yet we keep finding poor souls that have been imprisoned within! First the young girl tied to the bed upstairs, and now this poor man locked within the cells below! Goodness knows what they both were doing here... but I guess it's just of those things which, as you say, we just couldn't possibly understand." He says this last phrase dripping with as much sarcastic poison as he can muster.
Jarrith throws a smirk back to Marot and Khensu, and gives a slight chuckle to himself. "I wonder who's the more foolish? Us wandering around Barovia doing the Flame's work... or our Host believing that he is so much more high-minded than everyone that his little time-wasters are somehow incomprehensible to the rest of us?" He snorts in derision, then addresses Sergei one last time. "We invade your home, because we have reason to believe crimes against your populace are being committed. And before you give me the same tired song and dance where you tell us that as the Lord of this land that your word is Law... I'll remind you that we serve the Flame. And thus... this means that if you want to stop us... then you'll have to... STOP... US."[/sblock]