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Steel Wolf · **08-06-2015, 04:48 PM**

Steel sat huddled in a corner of the Brume of Ishgard, knees curling up over her chest and arms pulling the hooded burlap cloak tighter around her body. She had always been cognizant of the chill of Coerthas, but it had only bothered her armor--the frost forming, the leather becoming cracked under the chill, the oil of her breeches' joints or on her blade's length freezing and sticking....but her skin being exposed to it heightened the misery. Even moreso when surrounded by the stones of the city.

Despite the frigid wind swirling around the Roegadyn's form, her eyes were still alert and scanning. She had a job to do--a mark to hunt, as bade by her new tutors. Tutors who would show her how to tap in to her new aether...but only after she was "taught to decide and understand justice". So it was that she was given a task. One of the Temple Knights was running an extortion ring...and now he had committed murder of one of the lowborn women. The clues to follow were threadbare at best--the man was likely Elezen, sighted to be dressed in the full armor of the Temple Knight and with a gravelly voice.

Descriptors that, according to Steel's contact, described every guard in the Holy See.

It was that contact in question that came up with the plan Steel followed. His name was Martiallais, a dark-skinned, lithe and noble Elezen man who she was directed to for aid in her hunt. He suggested that she remain undercover in the hopes of sighting the knight shaking down those under his "protection", while Martiallais would follow up with contacts he knew. Others of similar statue that had requested him to look in to the murder of the woman, who had apparently been in the service of a large house.

It wasn't easy to find a robe that would cover Steel's body, which both worked to her advantage and didn't. She looked like one of the vagrant the Brume was littered with, wearing a scrap of cloth that hardly counted as fitting, but she also was very aware of just how many holes the fabric she wore had. The wind picked up again, tugging the cloak backwards around her chest. Her arms pulled together around her body to shield from the burst of wind, but despite the stinging chill, her eyes kept looking.

A knight walked by, head scanning to and fro, hand resting easily on the pommel of his sword. Perhaps this one....Steel stayed quiet, trying to make her large Roegadyn frame as small and unassuming as possible while a pair of golden eyes watched.

Make yer move...Just do it an' I can get that much closer to bein' trained....

Martiallais · **08-08-2015, 03:08 PM**

According to the tales his mother oft read him by candlelight, knights were valiant, honorable heroes who smote dragons, completed epic journies, and were generally noble and liked.

The reality, however, was proving yet again to be far different, as Martiallais Heuloix sipped tea, half-heartedly listening to Ser Fulax Baihond drone on about how the order of Ishgard's knights had 'changed so' from the times of 'his day'. While it wore a sheer veil of polite nicety, the Duskwight was well aware of what the man truly meant. Thankfully, he had learned to politely allow such and more to roll off his armor.

In truth, he'd arrived at the residence in order to obtain more information that could be helpful with the very investigation the Baihond family had requested. Their daughter's handmaiden, a hyur woman of low (by the Baihond's standards) birth, had recently gone missing. Unfortunately, when she was found, it was in the Brume, the light having left her eyes. Sad, but not as uncommon as one would believe. What made things more complex was the addition of information from another element that had the knight's mind twisting and turning.

The Roegadyn, called Steel Wolf. She was a mercenary, of sorts, someone he'd personally known in battle amid the frigid snows of Coerthas. "Crossing steel and drawing blood can tell you much and more of a person," he mused, halting his thoughts to offer a cursory nod, his contribution to a conversation that continued to carry on without much need for his input. According to Steel Wolf, however, the murder was more than simply a matter of one being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

She had no solid evidence aside from whisperings and rumors, but all suggested that it had been a Temple Knight that committed the act. In nearly the same breath, she admitted to working with those called 'dark knights'. It was quite the conversation, to say the least.

Her involvement with the hedge knights and her admission of such was entirely unexpected. He bade her thank Halone that she'd spoken to him of such and not another knight as she'd likely have found the reception far cooler than that which he offered. That left him in his current precarious position. Given his own duties, knightly and otherwise, he could hardly be present to watch over her, not that she required much but the hedge knights...

Officially, they were regarded with disdain. They were to be hunted and put down in the name of order. Unofficially, Martiallais found more kinship with their goals than he wished to admit. Who would not wish justice to come for those who oft were untouchable by virtue of their birth or standing? It was a thought that he'd mulled over many an eve himself...

"Ser knight?"

His thoughts interrupted now that the noble sought more than a pair of ears, Martiallais looked up, offering a practiced smile and dip of his head. "Ah, my apologies." Martiallais leaned forward, settling his cup down on the table then rose to his feet, offering a bow. "Forgive me for rudeness, but I would not wish to take more of your time, my lord. I am certain you are quite busy, in these trying days. If you are able to recall any other pertinent information, please contact me."

- - - - -

With pleasantries exchanged Martiallais left the building, reaching up to rub the bridge of the nose with a sigh. "That was well and truly a-"

"Pardon me, ser knight?"

Turning at the call, he was greeted by the young Elezen woman who'd introduced herself as the lord's daughter. "Lady Ezelle, forgive me for departing so hastily I-"

"Did not wish to listen to my father's rants." She cut him off, offering a knowing nod. Giving a look about, she swept brown hair over her shoulder and lowered her voice. "I pray to Halone you find whoever did this to Martine. She more than some simple servant, she was my friend." Pausing allowed her to steel herself, though Martiallais provided an encouraging nod before she continued.

"I believe I know of one who mayhaps can offer more information."

Steel Wolf · **08-09-2015, 11:40 AM**

How long had it been now...two bells? Three? All Steel knew was cold and despair and the thick sensation of tension hanging over the Brume along with the frost. It was an eye-opening experience for her, seeing the people of low birth go about their daily lives. There were small clusters of people together, huddling for safety in numbers as much as for warmth. There were eyes shifting along the walls, scanning as if shadows would manifest in to form and leap out in rage.

And there were, of course, no new Knights to be found. It would seem they were content to simply let the animals sort themselves out--wait. A suit of armor. The tunic and plate helm and shield of the Holy See's Knights. There was one.

Steel watched the Knight walk along, head moving from side to side and hand resting on his sword pommel much like the last one. He stopped before her, along the opposite wall. He scanned across the area she sat huddled in. His gaze settled upon a target as he easily walked forward.

A few Hyur crouched around a pile of glowing embers, muttering among themselves. When they heard the footfalls of the Knight, they all stopped and looked up, standing as he approached. There was little other response beyond that. Their voices fell to silence, their eyes downcast or looked away towards anything that wasn't the Knight's helm.

Maybe this is him...

The Knight stood before the group, only a few paces to Steel's right side. She remained motionless, body balled up as small as her joints would allow. The Knight looked from one Hyur to the other, then swiftly withdrew his weapon, the point aimed towards Steel.

The Roegadyn sat bolt-upright as the Knight's swordpoint closed the distance with a few simple steps. Her eyes locked to his, which bore the same chill as the steel of his weapon.

"I don't recognize you, cur. On your feet."

Steel did as she was bade, her full height unfurling before the Knight like a sail slowly opening in the wind. She stood just about an ilm or two taller than he, and her broad shoulders and hips made themselves aware of her size despite the cloak she wore.

The Knight's grip on his sword tightened, his eyes narrowing as he visibly tensed up in the face of the woman's size. "Remove your hood", he commanded. Steel's hands slowly rose up to pull the hood off of her head, revealing her face. Beneath the mask, Steel could hear the smirk in his voice. "Aye, I've definitely not seen you here before. Looking for a way to breach our defenses once more, Heretic?"

Steel's mouth opened to respond, but the Elezen's swordpoint inched closer to her throat, silencing her protest. "You are under arrest for suspicion of treason against the Holy See. Come with me."

Martiallais · **08-18-2015, 03:13 AM**

It had taken more inquiry and gil than he would've preferred to spend on such a matter, especially since it required a more...delicate touch than simply appearing in his armor. Fortunately, the call of gil and a few well placed, but truly spoken words found Martiallais knocking on a door not too far from the edge of the Brume. Knocking gently at the door in the pattern he'd been instructed, he exhaled silently, watching the puff of cool breath slowly disappear.

The door opened partly, allowing half a face to peek out before the eyes scanned him, and upon noting the hint of armor beneath his cloak the door slammed shut just as quickly.

In truth, it was nearly the reaction he expected. Exhaling once more, he knocked again this time leaning in closer to the door as he spoke calmly. "Madam, open the door." While he didn't enjoy playing on the fear his kind often invoked in the area residents, he assumed it would come to such. "I am Martiallais Heuloix, knight of Ishgard and need to speak with you regarding an investigation of murder."

Leaving the rest of his the usual line of threats unspoken, the duskwight remained patient, giving a look around before the door finally opened. Stepping within, he bowed his head in thanks, looking around as a rather tall Elezen woman closed the door and stood staring a pair of holes into the knight's armor. Bowing his head, he smiled politely. "Forgive the sudden interruption, as I understand it you keep quite busy here, Madam Irie."

"That I do. Someone has to care for those none do. So by all means Ser Knight, keep your business brief. What would the high and mighty Holy See do here other than bring trouble to mine doorstep?"

Lifting a brow at her words, Martiallais gave a soft exhale. She was, as near he could tell, something of an older Elezen, her hair still a vibrant black despite the streaks of grey interspersed here and there. Clearing his throat, he nodded once. "Well then, on to business. I'm here to speak with you regarding a young woman named Martine. She was a servant of the Baihond family and-"

"And pregnant," she cut in, still glaring at the clearly confused knight. With a sigh that hid none of her annoyance, she elaborated. "Of course you wouldn't know, those who live with heads in the clouds can hardly be bothered with the reality here on the ground." Turning away from him Irie strode back through the house, passing tables cluttered with instruments, crimson stained gloves, and even containers holding parts suspended in liquid.

"Madam Irie, if you would clarify mayhaps? Lady Ezelle said you may be able to help and aid you can lend would be appreciated."

Turning into a makeshift office, she exhaled, taking her seat in a chair resting behind a cluttered but largely whole desk. "Alright. I will help you but only if you help me." After a moment, her tone lighted, ever so slightly as she motioned to the empty chair before her, the rather expressionless look she'd worn until this point changing into a smile. "Please step into my office and have a seat. Doctor Bresson will see you now."

Having remained in the doorway, Martiallais peered inside then gave a shrug, walking in to take a seat before pushing the door closed. "Alright, I'm listening."

Steel Wolf · **08-19-2015, 06:29 PM**

Steel had taken the long way around...but then, that wasn't to be completely unexpected. After all, what better way to show the citizenry that they were being watched than to parade their latest caught heretic?

So it was when she was escorted by six of the knights of Ishgard to her gaol. Two framed her front and rear, one on each side, all with shields bearing their standard as they made way. Despite what the intention was--embarrassment, perhaps--Steel was instead immediately alert, eyes scanning the whole way around. Some times for ways to make a possible run, mostly watching the people react. The majority of the witnesses to the spectacle either stepped aside and watched, or some just turned their heads away completely, as if familiar with some horror to come later.

The flanking guards broke formation as she was led into a large, stone building. She would move down a barely lit stairwell, turning numerous corners and down various halls until she was brought to a small stone room. In the center was sat a simple desk and a stiff, high-backed chair. Another two guards dispersed, leaving Steel with one on either side and just slightly behind her. She was led to the center of the room before the desk, staring at an empty chair before one of the guards spoke.

"On your knees, dog."

Steel's eyes narrowed dangerously, but she refused to move or to make a sound. The knight's lance pole whipped the air, striking her in the back of her knee's joint, spitting the order again. "On you knees!"

The strike barely bowed the woman's leg, and instead she whipped around, crashing her fists into the guard's chest. The irons made a dull clang against his breastplate, sending him sprawling backwards with a loud, whoomfing sound. The blade point of the other guard's lance was at Steel's neck in a flash, the guard and the Roegadyn both freezing still at the sound of a wizened, authoritative yet calm voice.

"Stand down, both of you. It is clear that she wishes to stand."

A before unseen wooden door closed behind a man in a delicate, deep purple robe that was lined with a lacey silver trim that curled around the lapels, down the length and around the sleeves at the wrist. He looked to have seen a great deal of moons with his thin, platinum hair pulled in to a taut ponytail, but he also looked as if he had not lost an onze of muscle. The man sat at his desk, slender fingers folding neatly before him. His gaze looked up to Steel, then to the guard who groaned as he lifted himself up off of the ground.

"You very obviously underestimate the peril you stand in." ,he said calmly.

Steel's brow hardened as she grunted back in response. "You very obviously underestimate me."

The man smiled, his wrinkled, thin lips showing off carefully maintained teeth. "Oh no, milady, you perhaps are mistaken. See, young Verlioux there underestimated you, and has paid for his transgression, have you not?"

The guard lowered his head, his voice a dejected mumble. "Yes, Inquisitor."

The Inquisitor nodded, then looked back to Steel. "So you will forgive me if your display of bluster has done little to impress. Be that as it may, perhaps you can regale me with your name and how you came to our city...or, I can clap you in full irons on the charge of assaulting a Knight of the Holy See."

Steel's jaw tightened as she gritted her teeth, an exhalation of breath exiting her nose like an angered bull. "My name is Sthalwilf Haemrstymmwyn. I am a free blade of Limsa Lominsa and work under the conscription of the Maelstrom Grand Company. And as per your city's recent admittance in to the Eorzean Alliance, your charges against me may ring poorly in the ears of my superiors."

The Inquisitor's smile only broadened. "I see....then, in that case, your believed superiors will come for you with a confirmed letter of your conscription. I'm sure that they will be more than willing to intervene to help such an....'important' member of their soldiery, yes?"

Steel's eyes never looked away from the Inquisitor, but she knew full well her bluff had been called. Worse yet, so did he.

"But back to the matter at hand." ,he continued. "Tell me what your true purpose is here. Tell me why members of the citizenry have seen you walking about and asking questions of the Knights Most Holy--and in full plate no less. Perhaps we share the same goals, you and I. Or, perhaps you are merely a heretic posing as one of these adventurers that have since drowned the streets and forums of the Pillars."

Martiallais · **08-30-2015, 12:54 AM**

"The Boissieus are whom you seek, Ser Knight. While the lord is of kind heart and a warm soul, his son is far from such. Do with this information as you see fit, but do not forget the terms of our...arrangement."

"I am ever a man of my word, Doctor Bresson. You have my thanks."

- - - - -

Finding himself once more amongst the Pillars, Martiallais paused to take in the view. Though it was oft stated in jest, to say those who called this place home lived among the clouds was rather close to the truth. To say that all nobles were evil or sought to trod upon their lessers was as foolish and short sighted as believing all of them pursued Ishgard's interests above their own. The truth, like a great many things in life, lay along the grays not so dissimilar from the clouds drifting by without a single care.

By comparison to other estates he'd seen in passing, the Boissieu home was small, which still was leagues beyond that which most called home. Knocking politely at the door, the knight cast his eyes heavensward and frowned. "Snow, to be sure, but how odd..." Blinking once, he thought he'd seen something more but discarded it as a servant opened the door. Clad in black pants and a white shirt adorned with matching black buttons, the brown haired elezen bowed his head. He appeared young but decently fed, his voice carrying a faux-authority with his crisp tone.

"Greetings Ser Knight. What brings you to the Boissieu estate?"

Offering the servant a polite smile in return, Martiallais bowed slightly. "Greetings and hail. I am here to speak with the Lord Boissieu. May I?" Motioning to the doorway, there was a moment of silence before the servant stepped aside, allowing the knight to enter. Remaining in the entryway, Martiallais looked around slowly, nodding his appreciation of the decor. It appeared very much like a -home- rather than an extravagant exercise in entertainment, as some high born residences were. From the corner of his eye, he could make out the servant idly smoothing his hands and and forth over one another. "You will forgive me, of course, for my unannounced arrival. Is the Lord in?"

Giving a shake of his head the servant cleared his throat before speaking. "No Ser, he is outside the city on business. Mayhaps you would like to speak with the young Lord in his stead?"

Considering it, Martiallais shook his head slowly. "No, thank you. The matter can wait until his re-"

Throwing open one of the doors along the corridor, an elezen wearing a bright blue shirt that flared about his wrists strode forward, the jewelry adoring his lanky frame marking each step. "Just -what- is the meaning of the delay Nicol-...and who might you be ser?" With a shift in both his tone and stance alike, the very one in question approached Martiallais, scoffing as his dark eyes looked over the knight. "I trust you have good reason for coming into my home unannounced."

Closing and opening his eyes once, Martiallais gave a well practiced bow. "Indeed, Ser Boissieu. I would ask forgiveness for the intrusion, however, as I am here to speak with your father."

"And just what business would -you- have with him?" Placing a hand to his puffed out chest, the young noble smiled brightly as he continued. "Surely, whatever matters they are can be entrusted to me."

Drawing a breath and summoning his patience, the knight parted his lips to speak up when another figure emerged from the same doorway that the young lord had flung open. "Calm yourself, Perceval." Strolling towards the pair, he lazily brushed back his auburn hair. "Whatever could be worth riling yourself so?"

He didn't recognize the elezen initially, it was only when he spoke that Martiallais' eyes widened slowly. It was a face that he was certain he'd never forget. Partly as he'd hoped, nay prayed, the man had perished in the time following the Crimson Moon's fall. Recognition bloomed a second later in the elezen's bright blue eyes as he reached up to sweep fingertips over the single scar. It marred an otherwise flawless face and it was rather clear that for a moment, he was within memory as his touch along the mark became akin to how one would caress a lover.

"Heuloix."

Silence reigned as Perceval looked back and forth between the pair. Seconds ticked by before with shaking hands, Martiallais was able to compose himself enough to nod. His eyes never left the man and in his mind, he pictured naught else but driving the blade at his side into the chest of, "...Ser Zauvard."

"That is -Lord- Ceiroix Zauvard to you," he corrected, offering a smile that was equal parts pleasant and malicious. Tension filled the room before finally Ceiroix burst into laughter, clapping Perceval on the shoulder. "I trust whatever business you have with Ser Heuloix here is of the highest import."

"Then the two of you know one another?" Perceval asked, moving to stand by his friend, watching as Martiallais' face shifted from that of surprise to stone, jaw set and eyes locked on Ceiroix.

"Quite well, even." Ceiroix began, lowering his hand as his eyes locked with the knight's. "While he is surely among the most loyal to Halone, the same cannot be said for mmm..." trailing off, he tapped his chin dramatically. "well their names are of no import, after all. A heretic is a heretic after all."

Martiallais' world seemed to shift dramatically, the duskwight closing his eyes as he felt sure if he moved he would either fall or fall upon the man with all the fury Halone was known for. Clenching his fists and pressing them behind his back, he tried his damnedest not to show the effect the words had upon him. Hearing this man of all people speak of such things while honorbound not to act. It was a level of the hells all it's own.

Swallowing now that his throat suddenly felt as dry as Thanalan, Martiallais bowed his head, making certain his voice would not fail him as he moved to speak. "Enjoy your day, I shall speak with the Lord at another time." Hesitating, he knew what protocol demanded was to follow and the way the pair watched him, they were certainly expecting it.

Though there was an echo, a sense of physical pain as he bowed his head to the pair, the ache of a wound reopened within him was far worse. Turning promptly, Martiallais moved stiffly as he took his leave, feeling at least one pair of eyes upon his back until he'd left the Pillars.

- - - - -

When Martiallais finally did return, he was covered in the snowy downfall of the walk back to Falconwing but more importantly he felt emotionally spent. It was one thing to discuss the matter that would never truly remain in the past but to come face to face with he one who orchestrated it was entirely something more. His thoughts were too jumped and his body felt like lead frozen beneath a sheen of ice. Removing the only the armor pieces that would prove most bothersome, he collapsed into his bed. It was only the sound of voices moving up and down the hallway outside his small room that kept him from drifting off completely. For once, he quietly cursed the large ears on his head that let him pick up the stray bits of conversation floating around.

"I hear she's as big as an auroch!"
"Who?"
"Some Roegadyn they found down in the Brume."

Martiallais groaned into his pillow. "Halone help me, no rest for the righteous."

Steel Wolf · **08-30-2015, 12:58 PM**

For once, the Inquisitor's warm confidence was beginning to cool. "I will ask once more. What. Are. You doing amongst the citizens of the Brume?"

Steel's face never changed expression, just as it hadn't the prior six times she was asked. "I am here on behalf of the Maelstrom of Limsa Lominsa on a private matter. You may send word to my superiors if you wish to be included in the investigation."

The old Elezen's brow creased. All sense of candor was bled from his face as the Roegadyn woman stood firm before him, feet shoulder-width apart, ironed wrists set before her like a statue. Her golden eyes seared fire in to his. A dark smirk played upon the corner of his mouth. His mind was made up.

"Very well. If you truly believe yourself above the jurisdiction of the Knights Most Holy, then I will ensure that the good Admiral Bloefyswyn is informed that one among her Grand Company saw fit to ignore the law of this land and take matters into her own. And then I shall see you in gaol for undertaking mercenary work without being cleared by our official channels. And I will ensure that these 'superiors' of yours are informed that you have assaulted one of my Knights in the process of disobeying the sovereignty of Ishgard and her Laws."

Steel responded with a smile that matched his own, carrying a dark fire that almost unseated the Inquisitor from his tirade.

"...a crime which you shall now carry your sentence. As I am bourne witness to the acts which you have committed, I hereby sentence you to a period of five years in gaol for unprovoked attack of a Knight of the Holy See."

The Inquisitor waved his hand dismissively, his robe's sleeve fluttering with the passing of his judgement. The two guards pulled on the Roegadyn's arms, but she would not move. She continued to stare fiery daggers in to the old man until she let herself be turned away and led out of the interrogation chamber.

There was a long walk and increasing amounts of darkness before Steel was led to an open cell. In her face was blank ambivalence, but in her mind were whirring gears. She recalled the directions they took to lead to her cell. Recalled the shape of the stones in the walls, realizing that several of them were familiar--a distraction to make her lose her way should she attempt escape. The had turned eight or nine times when the cell was only three turns away.

She also fixated on the wording of the sentence. Unprovoked assault.

The guard had struck her first.

Her only hope, should she face a means to oppose the charges, is that the Inquisitor was thorough in his arrest report, mentioning in full detail the events of her interrogation without omitting details. There could be a way out through talk...but her tensed muscles never eased in case action was required.

Martiallais · **11-27-2015, 08:10 PM**

Weeks.

While he'd certainly hated it and had visited as oft as he was able, he had to admit that even when attempting to deceive the Ishgard bureaucratic machine, the amount of steps to make the ruse complete was just short of impressive. It made him wonder, somewhat sadly, if such things could be done only at the request of a few favors when one knew a small noble family, what then could be accomplished by those who truly held power? What sort of deceptions could they weave?

And did making use of such things make him lesser? While he constantly strove to act in a manner befitting a knight, honorable and true, it was these such moments that made him question if he were truly worthy of such a calling. Exhaling quietly, Martiallais retreated from his thoughts and back to the present as the sound of attending guard's return filled his ears.

"I trust you have found all to be as I said." It was far less a question than a chilly statement. He'd been reminded, more than once, that a large part of the gamble's success relied not only upon his ability to believe that he spoke the truth, but to act with enough confidence that others would believe such as well.

"Indeed, Ser Heuliox. My apologies for the delay." Bowing once, the young elezen re-rolled the elegantly penned parchment and returned it to the knight before he reached for his keys. Noting the nervous pair of misses as he attempted to unlock the first gate, Martiallais cleared his throat and attempted to lighten his tone, just slightly.

"Be calm, Ser. You have little to fear, I simply wish to retrieve my Lady's employee and depart."

"Ah, of course Ser. Right this way."

It had been some time since he'd found himself within a gaol. More oft than not his duties had kept him occupied elsewhere but the knight had not forgotten his time spent relegated to the 'honor' of guarding those confined behind bars. In his earlier times, he'd thought them to fall into only one of two categories. Those who awaited their judgement with dignity, having resolved themselves to seek atonement, no matter the cost...and those who kicked and screamed, proclaiming the right of their actions while cursing all within earshot.

It was in later times, due to no small amount of personal experience, he learned of a third. The innocent.

"Right this way, Ser. She resides within the fourth cell, there."

Giving a nod, Martiallais followed just behind the man until the pair stood before the familiar figure within. Smiling faintly, he almost sighed with relief as the guard unlocked the cell door.

"Stop. Right. There."

Turning slowly, Martiallais steeled himself as the elder elezen approached, keeping his tone neutral. "Inquisitor Vierane. What a pleasant surprise to see you."

"Of that I am certain."Coming to a halt before the cell, his robes swishing about angrily, the inquisitor glared down at the guard before waving his hand. "Leave us."

Three sets of eyes watched as the guard bowed before hastily departing. It was only when he was well out of sight that the knight and inquisitor faced one another.

"Pray explain to me what it is you believe you are doing here, Ser Heuliox."

"Of course, Inquisitor."Bowing his head in deference, Martiallais handed over the parchment still held in his gauntlet before offered a slight nod to Steel.

"Hmph, 'employed by Juleaux Dufresne in Limsa Lominsa then Eliane Dufrense in Ishgard'." He half heartedly read aloud while eyes skimmed the text. "How convenient. You cannot truly expect me to believe such, do you?"

"Tis the truth, as requested."Martiallais gestured towards the cell with his hand, "She was recommended, from one sibling to another. And while none would wish to stand in opposition to the inquisition's wishes, she is here-"

"And yet, she was seen within the Brume hiding and questioning our knights," he retorted, looking the younger, armored elezen up and down with no small amount of disdain. "Hardworking knights going about their duties. One of whom she even laid her hands upon. Would you side with outsiders against your own kin, Ser Heuloix?"

Considering Vierane's words, Martiallais glanced into the cell briefly. An agitated sigh was Steel's response before he gave a shake of his head and turned his attention back to the inquisitor.

"Of course not," he answered swiftly, allowing a pause before continuing on, "Inquisitor Vierane, it is my understanding that, according to reports filed upon her detainment, it was she whom was struck first."

The barely stifled laugh coming from within the cell did little to stop the annoyed eye twitch nor the flush of crimson that colored the tip of the inquisitor's ears. "You would -dare- question the Inquisition?!" He stepped closer, gaze locked with the knight till the latter lowered his gaze in deference.

"Of course not. I simply speak of the report given by the Inquisition itself. No more. After all, they were signed by yourself, Inquisitor Vierane."

The hall fell silent save the grinding of teeth and an angry puff of breath.

"By your leave, I would depart with Lady Steel then?" Reaching for the barred door, Martiallais moved to pull it open only to find it pushed closed once more by Vierane.

"No. Not as of yet, you will not. Tell me then, Ser Knight, why was this -creature- within the Brume? As she refused to speak on such perhaps you can provide an explanation."Â

Blinking several times, the duskwight caught himself before his shoulders slumped in relief. The best lies, he'd gradually learned, oft contained many morsels of truth.

"Ah, of course Inquisitor. The Lady Dufrense and her family employ many and more inhabitants of the Brume within Dufresne Bellworks. Given recent events she sought to not only ensure their protection but to aid provide aid where needed for her people."

Vierane scoffed, taking a step back as his hand fell from the gate. "Heretics the lot of them some would say. Mayhaps the Inquisition should turn it's eye to them instead?"

Pulling open the gate steadily, the tension in Martiallais' form was clear and obvious to those well trained in such matters. "While I cannot speak to what the Inquisition should or should not do, I am certain there are far more important matters to set one's hand to than a family seeking the better-"

"Seeking their own gain," Vierane interrupted once more. "Upstarts whom have sent their dog to retrieve yet another pet." Lifting his nose, he started down it's length with a smile of pleasure, noting how his words had given the knight pause. "Mayhaps they should have chosen a better pup to lay at their feet as you are no saint, Heuloix. Tis no small wonder your father and brother have cast you out, hm?"Â

At that, the duskwight turned to face the inquisitor, lips pressed into a tight line covering clenched teeth.Â

"Oh yes," he taunted, "true servants of the Fury never forget and I know you all too well. Now you have thrown in with those who build little more than a house of cards. When it falls, and it shall, know that I will personally see that justice lands upon your head."Â

Swallowing hard, Martiallais remained silent and seething, anger and shame feeding upon one another as his embarrassment was all but compounded by the, literal, captive audience. Readying himself to respond, he stopped, feeling the warmth from Steel's hand upon his. Looking into her bright eyes, he watched as she shook her head slowly. There was more than a little understanding in her gaze as she spoke volumes without saying a word.

Looking between the pair, Vierane gave another haughty scoff. "Make certain, Ser Heuloix, that this," he gestured with a flick of his wrist to Steel, "and whatever you believe is to occur between yourself and the Dufrense girl is 'worth it'. A rumor, is allowed to endure only so long as to be found entertaining. I do imagine her betrothed and his family will find such talk to be well worth investigating." Stepping away with a smile, the Inquisitor seemed to bask in his victory. "Go on then, take your creature and go. The two of you have provided enough entertainment for now."

Giving a simple nod, Martiallais opened the door and motioned for Steel to follow him. He offered the other Elezen one last look before turning to guide the larger Roegadyn out of the gaol and back to freedom.

Steel Wolf · **11-27-2015, 08:54 PM**

Steel's heart was hammering in her chest, though all she had done was bear witness to what had to be the single most polite trading of barbs ever. Her ire was rising within her, blood filling her vision, muscles straining like the rope of a trebuchet just moments from being cut free to fire.

Despite it all, she maintained her composure.

...or, at least, whatever semblance of composure there was. As she was led out of the dark, dank gaol, guards and knights both made sure to give the Roegadyn and Elezen plenty of space to depart. Between the two of them they must have been issuing an unseen yet no less felt flame.

Martiallais had proven to be beyond resourceful and a wellspring of surprises. Steel learned from her very earliest arrival to the Holy See that not everything laid before her was to be taken at face value. Every word, every movement of those within and without power was measured and orchestrated like a long, arduous ballroom dance. And very obviously, the Elezen who led her upstairs and in to the cold of Coerthas had many layers of deceit wrapped about him.

A survival instinct, she decided. Nothing to talk about now. Not yet.

As the pair headed in to the courtyard, Steel found herself releasing her held breath. She craned her neck a few times, loosening bone and joints that were tensed with her boiling rage. She sighed through her nose and tried to offer the Knight a faint smile, running a hand over her long, filth-covered hair.

"Well....THAT could have gone a lot smoother."

Steel grinned cheekily at him, hoping that perhaps she would be endearing in spite of her stupidity. Due to her actions and rush to solve the mystery her benefactors had laid before her, she had not only exposed herself to every knight with a pair of ears, but had also forced her compatriot to exhaust any number of favors while simultaneously chaining an outsider to whatever good name he had.

Realization of what she had done weighed upon her face like a sudden rush of gravity, pulling the smile from her lips. "Look, Mar. I...I'm sorry. I didn't know how t'react an'...well..well he bloody well hit me first, th'stupid clod. Now I've gone an' shite all over my leads an' yer station."

She sighed again, hanging her head. "If ye want me t'leave Ishgard, I will. I'll...I'll try'n get this job done on my own. I don't wanna ruin ye any more'n I have."

Martiallais · **12-10-2015, 01:11 AM**

He'd remained silent as they departed, eyes occasionally shifting to peer at one of the many who took note of the pair with each step they took. Ever one given to muted displays of emotion, if any, outside of close friends and allies, Martiallais' face was an almost blank mask until he was satisfied that they were, for the time, out of earshot. A short look around them confirmed that other than those with business near the gaol, they were alone.

Like ice issuing forth several resounding cracks before falling free, the knight dropped his head, raising a gauntlet covered palm to his face. With long, ebon strands of hair completing the illusion of hiding himself, the knight exhaled then gasped in near frantic breaths. He had gambled and Steel Wolf's freedom was proof that he had certainly won the battle but as lingering, panicked thoughts pulled at him from multiple angles, he could not help but feel a larger, more personal war looming. One in which he was at a decidedly distinct disadvantage.

In truth, he was only barely aware of Steel's words behind him but their intent served as a reminder. Someone, more than one someone even, still needed help. It was, as always, like a clarion call to him, for better or worse. Lowering his hand, he drew one last breath before he turned around slowly, the mask once more in place.

"I would do no such thing. Asking you to leave now would mean all our efforts until this point were futile." Looking up towards the ever present clouds, he drew one last calming breath. "Other than one, you have no need to concern yourself with the favors used. I trust, however, you will act with more...consideration for repercussions of your actions going forward." Pausing, he briefly quieted, letting his attention rest squarely upon the taller woman. "Such was a once in a lifetime performance. I would not attempt to repeat it even with the Lord Commander's blessing."

Still, he offered her a faint smile, tilting his head slightly as traces of warmth began to seep back into his tone. "However, before you resume your duties, might I suggest a bath? I imagine the gaol has not smiled upon you favorably in regards to presenting oneself."

Motioning for Steel to follow him, he acted as both guide and escort, ensuring that, for the time being, the Roegadyn would be free from overt harassment. "Once you have rested and eaten, I suggest speaking with a Doctor Bresson within the Brume. She will not be difficult to locate, thankfully." Pausing near a fountain, he nodded towards a nearby inn before turning back to face her. "She provided a lead that I was...unable to fully investigate. Mayhaps you will have more luck in that arena."

A half hearted smile lightened his features but only barely. "And, as it turns out, you may repay the favor owed her in my stead. I trust that will suffice?"

Steel Wolf · **12-13-2015, 11:49 AM**

Steel sighed, shoulders still sagging. The stakes were higher than she had first assumed. The machinations of traders in Ul'dah were about as conspiratorial as things ever got for her. Here, though...

She nodded once, firming her look. "It will not suffice, as I owe ye directly. Regardless...it's certainly better than naught." She placed a hand on his shoulder carefully, returning the same faint smile. Mar....thank ye. That gaol was unpleasant, t'say the least. You saved my life, an' I won't forget it."

With that, she made her way to the nearby inn. A bed would be a significant improvement to her recent accommodations.

* * * *

The morning sun greeted a fitful Steel. Her sleep was restless despite the bed being warm and comfortable. Before she went to bed, she had created a specter in her mind that an attempt on her life would be made, and so one eye was open practically the whole night. Blearily sitting at the edge of the bed now, Steel realized how overt and idiotic the notion was.

Steel threw a simple shirt and hose on, and strapped on a simple steel shortsword to her hip. It was worrying, not having the immense warsword across her back, but the last thing she needed to do was draw attention to herself.

Steel made her way to the Forgotten Knight and mingled amongst the lowborn, drawing herself into their number. During a particularly rowdy discussion, she had become fast friends with a young Elezen woman. After her third tankard, she had confessed perhaps a bit too much, but her heart meant well.

As the server brought another round over, she smiled warmly to the woman as they sat together, asking her about the doctor in question. The woman smirked before responding. "You must be very ill, lady, if you're asking for Doctor Bresson. But you're in luck--I'm the doctor's direct contact." She rose, laying a few coins on the tabletop. "Follow me."

With that, Steel was led out the back of the Knight and into the Brume. She was maneuvered around several alleys, some of which she was sure she had been through a couple of times. She didn't ask questions, however--very obviously, deception was as normal a part of life here as having a bowel movement. After a while, Steel was directed to a small alcove with a crate near a barrel of burning remnants.

"Wait here.", replied the woman with a smile. "The doctor will see you soon."

Steel nodded her understanding as she sat herself on the crate. A hand rested lightly on the hilt of her blade. She tried to not look on edge, and as cold as everyone else nearby, but neither attempt was too successful. Even the chill air didn't help to lower her temperature.

This time, she resolved mentally, she would not fail. She could not fail.

Martiallais · **02-04-2016, 08:07 PM**

Though dawn had come early for the knight, habit, more than anything, saw Martiallais rise wearily and begin his day. Moving past the other knights as the tolling bells signaled their own change in shifts, thoughts of the day prior continued to weigh heavily upon the Elezen's shoulders. Once more rising unbidden to his mind it felt much like a slow, steady tightening of invisible confines akin to slowly tangling oneself in vines or sand where thrashing about would only serve to hasten the tightening until there was no hope of escape. That image left him wearing what could only be described as a scowl while his gaze lingered on the notice board.

The usual mass of reports,inquiries, and requests were listed though he couldn't bring himself to focus on it today. Shuffling over to peer at the routes for the day, he paused, rubbing at his eyes then pressed a palm to his face. "It seems tis not my day for a morning patrol." Letting out a quiet breath, Martiallais gathered his things and stepped out into the brisk air sweeping through the courtyard. Having misread his schedule, he had two choices...either make a quick escape and attempt to gather himself or if he lingered too long with idle hands, he'd surely be put to work. With his mind troubled and the chilled air having ensured he was well awake, there was but one place the knight knew go till time to begin his duties.

Within half a bell the cathedral loomed ahead of him, seeming just as large in his eyes now as it had the first time his mother had walked him up the steps so, so long ago. Smiling thinly, he offered a brief nod in greeting to the passing scholasticae students, sending them off with a wave before they rushed up the stairs for the morning's lessons. With the echoing of the bells carrying through the hallowed halls then out into the air beyond the entrance, Martiallais made his way up and through the towering doorway. Despite what he oft heard from allies, both native to Ishgard and not, regarding the Twelve and specifically Halone, even being within the cathedral brought a soothing sense of warmth peace to the knight akin to a hot mug thrust into chilled palms after a long night's patrol.

Attempting to move as quietly as an armored knight could, his steps into the sanctuary echoed just under the sound of murmured prayers. He drew a few unwanted looks as he removed sword and shield alike, the sound offering enough offense to warrant an apologetic look in response before terse eyes left his form and returned to business of their own. Exhaling quietly, Martiallais' eyes turned instead to the large, familiar statue that towered above the center of the sanctum. Garbed for war, the depiction of Halone the Fury held a spear in one hand and a shield in the other with the latter instrument drawing the elezen's attention as it often did during his visits. Smiling to himself more than anything, he gradually relaxed, lowering his head as he began to offer his thoughts, prayers, and even frustrations unto the Fury.

While he was unable to tell how long his personal meditations had lasted, Martiallais' eyes twitched as he caught the tail end of words sharply spoken, though it wasn't quite close enough for him to understand them clearly. A part of him thought to leave it be, it was likely a matter for the See to deal with after all, and yet he couldn't help but feel drawn to investigate for himself. It certainly would not be the first time the knight had wandered into one situation or another simply to offer his aid. Drawing a breath he rose to his feet and after offering an apology to Halone, gathered his things and began to investigate.

The conversation had began, he surmised, not far from where he'd sat quietly though as he followed the faint echo through the halls, he began to feel more and more out of place. He was a knight of Ishgard, and this could surely be outside his jurisdiction if it were an Inquisition matter. Not that even that had deterred him of late, he reminded himself, passing by several closed rooms that likely were used for private study or instruction. Glancing back down the hall, he realized with a frown that this conversation was far from the most obvious place to discuss sensitive matters, the confessional booths.

Leaning against the curve of the wall as the voices grew louder, he remained still and simply listened.

"Gods above you're a fool! Do you have any idea what your games could cost this family? Could cost me!?"

Blinking, Martiallais tried to focus on how familiar the voice sounded when the clap of a palm meeting a face sang out. Inching forward with narrowed eyes, he managed to crouch down and peer through the sliver of light provided by the barely opened doorway.

"Father, you have my word, I shall be more careful...going forward."

Mouthing the word 'father', the eavesdropping knight lowered his head in thought.

"You will be careful or you'll be dead. I refuse to waste my time or authority cleaning up after you and your new acquaintance's cheap thrills.You may have made strides, boy but never forget you are and always will be, a bastard. If I catch wind of you dumping another's property into the Brume, you'll find yourself following soon thereafter. Are we clear?"

There were several moments of tense silence before it was broken with a sigh. "Yes, father."

Martiallais' bright eyes widened as recognition washed over him. The voices he'd heard were none other than Perceval Boissieu and Inquisitor Vierane.

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