Paths of Legend: The Journey

[crazy_monkey1956]

"Nah, Rossler don't come in 'till later. And most of our customers don't like girls who fight. Ain't lady like, if you know what I mean." He says this all with the non-chalant demeanor of someone who has seen just about everything and isn't impressed by any of it.

"What you want Rossler for, anyway?"

 

[ethandrew]

Estelle straightens up a bit and loses the playful grin, "I can be ladylike, if that's what suits the need." She looks around, eying the layout and the design of the building. These places were always vastly different during the day hours. "How long 'til Rossler usually gets here?"

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

The man shrugs and is about to reply when a tall, slim, well dressed man with leather boots and gloves, a ruffled shirt and a plumed hat comes sauntering down the stairs, a scantily clad woman on each arm, "Ah, Estelle. Pleasure to see you again. I trust your employer is pleased with his purchase."

 

[ethandrew]

Estelle pauses for a moment, maybe a bit too long, before she mutters out, "I haven't received any complaints, and I'm not one to brag, so we'll just leave the rest for you to discuss with him." She has no idea what is going on or who this man is, but obviously, very obviously, he recognizes her as being Estelle, which cemented in her mind that there indeed must be some impostor taking her place and gambing and god knows what else. The thought made her very angry inside, but she contained it as best as she could and decided to play along.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

The flamboyantly dressed man shoos away his escorts, who return upstairs. He saunters over to the bar and uncorks one of the bottles just brought up from downstairs, pouring himself a cup of wine and offering to pour her one, "It's a good vintage, I'm told."

He sips at his own wine, then continues, "I must say I am curious as to why you're here. Silevran strikes me as one who prefers to do business in person."

He'd never told her his name directly, but she'd heard it whispered around the Necropolis. Silevran. The half-elven man with eyes black as a starless night, pomising power and decadence and immortality.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

OOC: ethandreeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwww, where are yooooooouuuu?

 

[ethandrew]

Sorry, I'm around. I just was giving time to think of something that would give this jaw-dropping revelation justice. I'll come up with something soon, never you fret.

 

[ethandrew]

Estelle takes the offered glass and quickly hides her face with the wine. It was all too much and none of it made sense. She still had no idea what another Estelle was doing and much less what he would be doing with her. She puts the glass down gently, slowly, "I've not had many dealings with him, and the ones we have had were brief. I wish I could offer you more in small talk about my employer, but unfortunately I am finding myself lacking today."

The words were not her own, just enough to hopefully stop this small-talk, this line of conversation. His voice haunted her thoughts and dreams and he was toying with her, now, even after she had tried to leave that life. She lifted the glass again and took a drink. The wine was good, this man, presumably Rossler, was not lying.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

The man sets his glass down on the bar, "Well, let us cut to the chase then. If you are not here on his business, then you must be here on your own business. What can Rossler help you with?"

 

[ethandrew]

Estelle puts her glass down in turn and raises her eyebrows and shrugs, deciding a direct approach might work well with this flowery man, "Well, to be blunt, Rossler just acquired something that I need in order to complete my task. I mean to get it from him and hopefully he makes it easy." She looks square into his eyes at this last part and shrugs in the it-is-what-it-is approach.