He waited, his head angled slightly listening to the interplay and the veiled threats, the catch of breath by the Lalafell... Lord Eristan, they called him... standing several paces before him, the grunts of the Roe guard behind and to the left of his master, the clinks his armor made as he shifted- but did not make a move. He heard the shifts of fabric behind him, but none approached.
He waited, remaining still, his hands loose at his side, but his body slightly tensed, ready to spring into action, should it be required.
Then the female, S'kyla, spoke back and to his left, a slight drifting that told him she had remained on the stairs he'd heard her start down... then the harder voice of the one they called Jaques, ordering Eristan out of the building.
His fingers tightened, ready to force the issue, if needed. He heard the Duskwight's follow up command- but he didn't respond, his focus entirely on the two before him.
Waiting for their decision and response.
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Chiane slowly moved closer to the grouping at the foot of the stairs, her eyes on the three in the foyer. Val had stood down, but she could tell the Lady Faye was getting annoyed, and it would only take a glance from her to set Val loose again....
And Twelve help them when he was.
She grimaced, glancing up at Jaques- who was bearing the darkest scowl she'd seen on him in several Moons, his jaw clenching and releasing. It would take precious little more before he, too, would be stalking to the door and physically toss both of the unwanted visitors out on their respectively sparkling and finely-clothed backsides.
She stretched and flexed her fingers, feeling the subtle tingling racing over her skin as she turned back to Lord Eristan and his guard. From where she stood, she could easily disable both, and either one, or both of the young males tensed for action would finish them off.
But the political repercussions for the Rose could be crippling.
"Consider your next response wisely, Ser..." her tone was calm, almost conversational. "I do not think the odds lay in your favor. And the risk for abject humiliation great. But..." she gave him a cool, ironic smile.
"Like the lovely S'kyla there, you too are permitted a choice."
He waited, remaining still, his hands loose at his side, but his body slightly tensed, ready to spring into action, should it be required.
Then the female, S'kyla, spoke back and to his left, a slight drifting that told him she had remained on the stairs he'd heard her start down... then the harder voice of the one they called Jaques, ordering Eristan out of the building.
His fingers tightened, ready to force the issue, if needed. He heard the Duskwight's follow up command- but he didn't respond, his focus entirely on the two before him.
Waiting for their decision and response.
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Chiane slowly moved closer to the grouping at the foot of the stairs, her eyes on the three in the foyer. Val had stood down, but she could tell the Lady Faye was getting annoyed, and it would only take a glance from her to set Val loose again....
And Twelve help them when he was.
She grimaced, glancing up at Jaques- who was bearing the darkest scowl she'd seen on him in several Moons, his jaw clenching and releasing. It would take precious little more before he, too, would be stalking to the door and physically toss both of the unwanted visitors out on their respectively sparkling and finely-clothed backsides.
She stretched and flexed her fingers, feeling the subtle tingling racing over her skin as she turned back to Lord Eristan and his guard. From where she stood, she could easily disable both, and either one, or both of the young males tensed for action would finish them off.
But the political repercussions for the Rose could be crippling.
"Consider your next response wisely, Ser..." her tone was calm, almost conversational. "I do not think the odds lay in your favor. And the risk for abject humiliation great. But..." she gave him a cool, ironic smile.
"Like the lovely S'kyla there, you too are permitted a choice."
