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<blockquote data-quote="Drusilia Nailo" data-source="post: 798675" data-attributes="member: 2062">&quot;Papa, you're back!&quot;&nbsp; Dru burst into his office, uninvited.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Papa was sitting behind his desk, meticulously cleaning his dagger while talking with one of the members of his organization, an almost portly elf that he usually used for collecting protection money.&nbsp; He looked up at his daughter, and smiled, setting the knife down on his desk.&nbsp; &quot;That will be all, Jarian.&nbsp; Make sure that you convince him that it would be a wise choice for him to find the money, somehow.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Jarian nodded, and hurried out, nodding&nbsp; to Dru on the way.&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru grinned at Jarian, and then darted behind the desk to give Papa a hug.&nbsp; &quot;I missed you,&quot; she told him.&nbsp; &quot;Did you hear about when Kennic and I had to flee to Scurvytown?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Yes,&quot; he said.&nbsp; &quot;Which is part of the reason that I stayed gone.&nbsp; Sit down, we need to talk.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; She sat down in the chair that Jarian had just vacated, studying Papa cautiously.&nbsp; He sounded very serious, even more than he usually did.&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;I know who tried to kidnap you and murder Kennic,&quot; he said, &quot;Partially thanks to your rather unexpected ally the other night.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru raised a brow.&nbsp; &quot;Is he dead yet?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Papa smiled thinly.&nbsp; &quot;Not yet.&nbsp; I'm going to see to it that he dies tonight, though.&nbsp; I want you to come with me.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru grinned, thrilled that he was finally taking her on raids with him, instead of locking her up for her own safety.&nbsp; &quot;Alright, I'll make sure that I'm ready!&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; He nodded.&nbsp; &quot;Do that.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Who is it?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Papa cleared his throat, and leaned back in his chair.&nbsp; &quot;His name is Byron Shezari.&nbsp; He has aspirations of running an organization like mine.&nbsp; His base of operations is in one of the contested&nbsp; parts of Drac's end.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;I'm glad that we're going to get him,&quot; she said.&nbsp; &nbsp; Papa studied her, and then shrugged.&nbsp; &quot;We have to.&nbsp; There is no choice.&nbsp; If we let him get away with it, then the attempts on your safety or your life, along with mine, will increase.&nbsp;&nbsp; The others will sense weakness, and will move in.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru shuddered.&nbsp; &quot;That can't be allowed to happen.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Exactly.&nbsp; The lesson needs to be taught.&nbsp; To betray a Naïlo is to sign one's own death warrant.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru raised her eyebrows.&nbsp; &quot;Betray?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; He nodded.&nbsp; &quot;Shezari and his people were on my payroll.&nbsp; His aspirations clouded his good sense.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&quot;If we take him out, are we going to acquire his territory for the Organization?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Papa smirked.&nbsp; &quot;But of course.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru nodded, and stood.&nbsp; &quot;I'll go get some rest and get my gear together.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;As will I,&quot; said Papa, also rising to his feet.&nbsp; &quot;Rest well,&nbsp; Daughter.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Three elves stood in an alley in Drac's End.&nbsp; Tensin Naïlo himself was one of them, his dark hair pulled back into a serviceable tail, his black cloak wrapped around him.&nbsp; He alone was not visibly armed.&nbsp; His daughter, Drusilia, stood beside him, her pale blue eyes too eager, marking her as a novice.&nbsp; Her beautifully made elven rapier hung at her side, and her fingers kept curling, as if itching to draw it.&nbsp; Kennic, loyal and true bodyguard and secondary father figure,&nbsp; stood beside her, his face drawn down into a scowl.&nbsp; He did not look pleased.Papa turned to look at Dru, his blue eyes locking with hers.&nbsp; &quot;If it becomes too dangerous,&quot; he told her, &quot;Or if something happens to Kennic and I, you are to run.&nbsp; No heroics.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru nodded, so that he wouldn't send her home.&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Alright,&quot; sighed Papa, eying her.&nbsp; &quot;Let's go.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; The three moved in unison, creeping through the darkness, all moving towards a window at the rear of the alley.&nbsp;&nbsp; Kennic stepped up, and tried the window.&nbsp; It slid open silently, not locked, thanks to their insider.&nbsp; &nbsp; Papa grabbed the sill, and then leapt over the side.&nbsp; Drusilia followed suit, with a gentle push from behind from Kennic.&nbsp;&nbsp; They were standing in a tiny room, the larder.&nbsp; The shelves were stocked with bags of flour, jars of spices, and some kind of meat that Dru didn't care to guess about.&nbsp; She heard Kennic move up behind her, and then looked to Papa to give the cue to move on.&nbsp; &nbsp; He did so, and the three elves crept from the larder into the kitchen.&nbsp; The entire house was silent, its occupants likely asleep.&nbsp; Papa pressed up against the first door, listening.&nbsp; He smiled in grim satisfaction, and silently opened the door.&nbsp; Dru could hear the sounds of a snoring man within.&nbsp; She swallowed hard, suddenly nervous.&nbsp; It was show time.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Drusilia Nailo, post: 798675, member: 2062"] "Papa, you're back!" Dru burst into his office, uninvited. Papa was sitting behind his desk, meticulously cleaning his dagger while talking with one of the members of his organization, an almost portly elf that he usually used for collecting protection money. He looked up at his daughter, and smiled, setting the knife down on his desk. "That will be all, Jarian. Make sure that you convince him that it would be a wise choice for him to find the money, somehow." Jarian nodded, and hurried out, nodding to Dru on the way. Dru grinned at Jarian, and then darted behind the desk to give Papa a hug. "I missed you," she told him. "Did you hear about when Kennic and I had to flee to Scurvytown?" "Yes," he said. "Which is part of the reason that I stayed gone. Sit down, we need to talk." She sat down in the chair that Jarian had just vacated, studying Papa cautiously. He sounded very serious, even more than he usually did. "I know who tried to kidnap you and murder Kennic," he said, "Partially thanks to your rather unexpected ally the other night." Dru raised a brow. "Is he dead yet?" Papa smiled thinly. "Not yet. I'm going to see to it that he dies tonight, though. I want you to come with me." Dru grinned, thrilled that he was finally taking her on raids with him, instead of locking her up for her own safety. "Alright, I'll make sure that I'm ready!" He nodded. "Do that." "Who is it?" Papa cleared his throat, and leaned back in his chair. "His name is Byron Shezari. He has aspirations of running an organization like mine. His base of operations is in one of the contested parts of Drac's end." "I'm glad that we're going to get him," she said. Papa studied her, and then shrugged. "We have to. There is no choice. If we let him get away with it, then the attempts on your safety or your life, along with mine, will increase. The others will sense weakness, and will move in." Dru shuddered. "That can't be allowed to happen." "Exactly. The lesson needs to be taught. To betray a Naïlo is to sign one's own death warrant." Dru raised her eyebrows. "Betray?" He nodded. "Shezari and his people were on my payroll. His aspirations clouded his good sense." "If we take him out, are we going to acquire his territory for the Organization?" Papa smirked. "But of course." Dru nodded, and stood. "I'll go get some rest and get my gear together." "As will I," said Papa, also rising to his feet. "Rest well, Daughter." [i]Three elves stood in an alley in Drac's End. Tensin Naïlo himself was one of them, his dark hair pulled back into a serviceable tail, his black cloak wrapped around him. He alone was not visibly armed. His daughter, Drusilia, stood beside him, her pale blue eyes too eager, marking her as a novice. Her beautifully made elven rapier hung at her side, and her fingers kept curling, as if itching to draw it. Kennic, loyal and true bodyguard and secondary father figure, stood beside her, his face drawn down into a scowl. He did not look pleased.[/i] Papa turned to look at Dru, his blue eyes locking with hers. "If it becomes too dangerous," he told her, "Or if something happens to Kennic and I, you are to run. No heroics." Dru nodded, so that he wouldn't send her home. "Alright," sighed Papa, eying her. "Let's go." The three moved in unison, creeping through the darkness, all moving towards a window at the rear of the alley. Kennic stepped up, and tried the window. It slid open silently, not locked, thanks to their insider. Papa grabbed the sill, and then leapt over the side. Drusilia followed suit, with a gentle push from behind from Kennic. They were standing in a tiny room, the larder. The shelves were stocked with bags of flour, jars of spices, and some kind of meat that Dru didn't care to guess about. She heard Kennic move up behind her, and then looked to Papa to give the cue to move on. He did so, and the three elves crept from the larder into the kitchen. The entire house was silent, its occupants likely asleep. Papa pressed up against the first door, listening. He smiled in grim satisfaction, and silently opened the door. Dru could hear the sounds of a snoring man within. She swallowed hard, suddenly nervous. It was show time. [/QUOTE]

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