Twisted Infinity

As they enter the building, Ata asks, the confusion thick in his voice. "Wh..Why would she laugh at us if violence breaks out herein?"
 

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Shifter smiles slightly at the confusion of his friend.

"I think, my friend Ata, that you should be careful of taking words literally here."

With this, Shifter sits, seemingly unconcerned about how much his peasant garb clashes with his surroundings.
 

"A stout ale if'n ye got anything worth drinkin'," Glangim heartily announces, seemingly he is back to his old self. Turning to Ata, "ye be takin' things to seriously all the time... take a moment and let yerself go. Sorta like you did back in that alleyway, but not spewin' anything out." He roars with a laugh and if no drink is offered other than tea, he'll take it then draw a flask from his pocket and pour something into the tea and then tuck it away again.
 

"How else to take things, if not seriously?" Ata seems honestly confused by his other-brother's comments, and arches a crystalline brow.
 


"No drink for me, thanks" says Tares, as he takes seat. "But I don´t know if we have to disturb Mr Vanderhorn. We´re here only to retrieve an article."

(However, if she insist on having to wait, Tares will take seat and gather a good amount of patience)
 

Glangrim~

"I am sorry sir, I am afraid we don't have any ale, I could send out for some, or perhaps some wine would do?"

All~

"I will pass along your desires to Mr. Vanderhorn." she says in reponse to Tares.

She returns a moment later with a cup of tea in an exotic china cup, which she hands to Dimitri. "It will be a moment longer for the ale I am afraid. Please make yourselves comfortable."

She returns through the door and about three minutes later and tall elf with strange eyes walks out the door. Tares and Shifter immediately recognize him as a Ghaele Eladrin. He nods to those assembled affably.

Following him is a thin tall man, weaing a fine suit with too much padding trying to make him look larger. He is bald, with a hawk like nose on which is perched a small set of steel rimmed glasses. "Your business is always welcome here Mr. Zachary, it is always a pleasure." He says in a nasally voice. A thin smile, like a dead worm, spreads accross his face as he attempts to be pleasant.

Mr. Zachary turns and nods "It was a pleasure." Then heads out the door.

As soon as the celestial has turned is face turns sour as he looks over the party. He looks down his nose at the group particularly Shifter, "What is this nonsense about picking up an item from us? Does this look like a storage facility?" He asks contemptously.
 



"Perhaps, sir I did not make myself clear. We do not handle packages for people. We are in the business of finance, not storage." his words carry contempt.

"I am sure that you can find a more appropriate facility down in the Hives. Good day." He turns to leave.
 

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