The pompous elezen continued on for more than a few long moments, the expression on his guard looking contemptuous that someone he started him up again. He described the history of the Front, mentioning battles that took place and how important strategically the location was, citing Ishgardian brilliance as to the reason why it had stood for so long without challenge.
An elezen woman stepped out of the doorway Coatleque was keeping his attention on, crossing the courtyard with an even expression. She walked right up to the group and seemed dismayed by the paladin's presence, but cleared her throat and folded a hand over her chest while addressing His Hatness.
"Inspector Prauvaulient. Everything is accounted for." Her tone was low and steady, borderline disinterested.
"Ah! Excellent, my dear, excellent." He made a motion to the woman in gratitude, pulling his arm away from Coatleque's attempt at cozying up. "Now let us properly dispose of this issue once and for all. Pardon me, my sweetling. Official business must cause us to part. Do stop by the Holy See once you are able, yes?" He gave Crofte a smile with just the barest hint of superiority as he strode away with his guards in tow, not towards an exit but towards the medical facility.
**
Warren had the building to himself. He briefly questioned if the sight of the woman opening the door was a phantom, or some brief gift from the Twelve. All that mattered to him was that she was seemingly vanished and he was left alone with the bodies. He moved back to the table they had revealed her at and Warren carefully began to undo the bindings on her body.
He bit a curse short when he noticed just how young she was. She was indeed garbed only in clothes made for the cold, with all of the protection they offered to the real threats that lurked the highlands of Coerthas. The spear was still placed by her side and Warren checked the tip. Still sharp, light. A beginner's weapon, though serviceable. A weapon for war, not survival.
If there's a difference.
Warren tore the wrappings from her, looking for anything else, any hint, any clue. Her body was whole, so she had indeed died of exposure as he'd been led to believe, but her hands were worn and knicked.
She's just a novice you idiot, she went out and got herself killed in some show of power, you know how their culture is this was a waste of time
A throat cleared behind him.
"Oh my. A thief." A pleasant voice called out and Warren turned to take in the image of an elezen, clearly Ishgardian brass of some sort. "You must be the brute from yesterday."
Now what?
An elezen woman stepped out of the doorway Coatleque was keeping his attention on, crossing the courtyard with an even expression. She walked right up to the group and seemed dismayed by the paladin's presence, but cleared her throat and folded a hand over her chest while addressing His Hatness.
"Inspector Prauvaulient. Everything is accounted for." Her tone was low and steady, borderline disinterested.
"Ah! Excellent, my dear, excellent." He made a motion to the woman in gratitude, pulling his arm away from Coatleque's attempt at cozying up. "Now let us properly dispose of this issue once and for all. Pardon me, my sweetling. Official business must cause us to part. Do stop by the Holy See once you are able, yes?" He gave Crofte a smile with just the barest hint of superiority as he strode away with his guards in tow, not towards an exit but towards the medical facility.
**
Warren had the building to himself. He briefly questioned if the sight of the woman opening the door was a phantom, or some brief gift from the Twelve. All that mattered to him was that she was seemingly vanished and he was left alone with the bodies. He moved back to the table they had revealed her at and Warren carefully began to undo the bindings on her body.
He bit a curse short when he noticed just how young she was. She was indeed garbed only in clothes made for the cold, with all of the protection they offered to the real threats that lurked the highlands of Coerthas. The spear was still placed by her side and Warren checked the tip. Still sharp, light. A beginner's weapon, though serviceable. A weapon for war, not survival.
If there's a difference.
Warren tore the wrappings from her, looking for anything else, any hint, any clue. Her body was whole, so she had indeed died of exposure as he'd been led to believe, but her hands were worn and knicked.
She's just a novice you idiot, she went out and got herself killed in some show of power, you know how their culture is this was a waste of time
A throat cleared behind him.
"Oh my. A thief." A pleasant voice called out and Warren turned to take in the image of an elezen, clearly Ishgardian brass of some sort. "You must be the brute from yesterday."
Now what?
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