RP:A Polite Confrontation (How Svilfon met Satoshi)
Kelay Way
Svilfon tips his hat to Satoshi before asking quietly, "A word, queen of Frostmaw?"
Satoshi glances up from her fiddling with a tavern patron's horse to blink at Svilfon. "Hrm, yes?"
Satoshi casually leans against the horse, pretending it's hers.
Svilfon sighs for a moment, before speaking rapidly, "I understand you're a puissant mage, and would have little trouble in ignoring what I have to say. But I pray, listen regardless..." He rubs the back of his neck in an unconscious gesture of nervousness, before speaking once more, "The 'kitten' you warned on this tavern's board offered her hand to me in friendship, and though she is.." The inept wizard struggles for a moment to find the right word, before deciding on, "Annoying.. Nevertheless, I took that hand and as such am binded to say this." Another sigh, before he continues, "If you wish to kill her, I will try to stop you. As I would if someone wanted to kill you. I do not say this as a threat, for I am not that foolish... Nay, instead I ask you not to kill her." He offers the queen a bow as he stops speaking and does try his best not to look too nervous.
Satoshi exchanges a look with the horse when the stranger finishes speaking, only to be met by an equally perplexed expression--although the equine's confusion is based solely on the fact that an unknown fox is leaning against him. Either way, Satoshi's getting no help from the useless mount and so she simply glances back at Svilfon with raised brows. "If she learns to value her own life, and not grovel at the feet of others--most especially if she presumes to call herself one of the cat-folk--then I have no reason to kill her. However, if she's the sort to squeal 'master' at any being that will pat her head, then I shall remove that head without a second thought." The kit leans forward to peer at the wizard as a fanged smirk creeps onto her face, "And I won't hesitate to do the same to you if you get between myself and prey. I don't freely make enemies of strangers, but I also will not shy away from my intentions."
Svilfon nods his head and offers the queen another bow, "Regardless of her actions, if I find that you have killed her, I will do everything in my power to destroy you." The wizard looks at the horse for a moment, only to gather his thoughts, before returning his pale blue gaze to Satoshi, "Morality is a vice that will probably destroy me in this barbaric world, but it is not a vice I intend to give up. I am no enemy of you, or your icy city. But if I don't stand beside those who claim my friendship, I do not deserve life." He finishes the words with a third bow, respect evident in his movements.
Satoshi lifts her brows a little higher with the wizard's words, even allowing a faint smile to tug at her lips. "A clashing of stubborn wills and deep beliefs, it'd seem~," the magus trills musically, obviously amused and impressed by the strangers willingness to defend. Straightening suddenly, the kit-vampire gazes at Svilfon steadily, the amber flecks of her eyes bright as they scrutinize him, "Morality -will- be the death of you in any land, but you can avoid this one. Your friend, this 'kitten'," Satoshi scowls slightly at the name, "teach her that there is more to being a pet to someone. One can still be faithful without being a slave, without disgracing the race she claims to be. I won't feel a need to kill if you can teach her the value of life."
Satoshi helps herself to an apple from the horse's saddlebag. And offers a second to the horse himself.
Vennale is not as polite. Unlike the druid, she's not smiling. To his wave, she gives a quirked brow. To his joviality, she simply runs a whet stone along the blade of a sword as she sits atop a pair of crates that make a rather convenient makeshift seat. Scrape...scrape...scrape...a slow tempo sounding into the air.
Svilfon keeps his pale blue gaze locked on Satoshi as she speaks. He nods his head slowly, even going as far as to offer the kit-vampire the ghost of a smile, before speaking again, "That is all I can ask, and more than I expected." He sighs; his relief evident. "This is not an encounter I expected to walk away from. Maybe the stories of you are true afterall." A final bow is given, at its bottom the inept wizard sweeps off his wonderful hat with a bit of a flourish. He's a wizard, showmanship is in his blood. Once again his gaze locks to Satoshi's as he straightens, "I will explain to her what you have said, and I pray it is enough so I do not become prey." He smiles again. "Thank you, queen of Frostmaw."
Satoshi manages to nod graciously and chomp on an apple at the same time, gaze never wavering from the stranger throughout. "I'm not completely blood-thirsty and merciless, non. I'd much rather see cats walking about with their natural pride, than to have to put in the effort of removing the ones with a dog's blood." It's taking everything the kit can muster not to blurt out a demand as to what stories Svilfon has heard about her. After all, she's trying to pull off the casually regal look, and acting like an exciteable child now will ruin it all. Thus, that eager curiosity is forced to express itself as nothing more than jagged sweeps of her three tails--causing the horse to shy and skitter as he's brushed.
Svilfon eyes the wagglin' tails for just a moment as the horse skitters, but he figures his luck has been pushed far enough today, so he doesn't ask. Instead he merely smiles all the brighter and proclaims, "I did not think you a blood-thirsty tyrant, queen. And I understand your vicarious wish to see those like you to honor their heritage.. well.. those who're kinda like you. I fear no-one is -quite- like you." He snickers just briefly at that. "I will try to convince her, for all of our sakes." He shudders just slightly as he thinks of those implications. Last time he talked to her the damn 'kitty' tried to lick his ear. But regardless, he must, so with a determined nod he begins to wander away. When almost out of the area he turns, and decides it prudent to bow yet again, "And do remember, mighty mage. I would offer the same were someone trying to kill you. Death is given too lightly in this horrific world. The Gods were correct naming it Hollow, I think. For it truly is when morality, kindness and even justice are concerned."
Satoshi pushes off the horse before he can sidestep and drop her into the mud, using the movement to fall into a deft bow to Svilfon. "Justice comes in many forms, death is one of them~." With that, and a snappy little salute, the kit begins ambling away just as a man comes stumbling out of the tavern and over to the horse she's abandoned. "Oi! Who's bin feedin' mah 'orse?!" Satoshi glances back with wide-eyed innocence--a speciality of hers--and points at the wood elf sharpening her blade. "She did!" Turning on a heel, the magus continues on with just the slightest pick-up in her pace.
Svilfon snickers quietly and continues on his way with as much pace as Satoshi. He wants no part of the angry patron either, it seems.
Satoshi high-tails it out of there, but oocly sticks around with Vennale.
Falastarian looks over to the angry patron, as it seems the other wood elf does not wish the company of her kin this day, and says. " If it will ease your mind sir, it was I who fed your horse." The man, quite easily double the elf's size, walks with a drunken swagger towards the forest child, and says. " Ain't good'fer 'yer 'ealth to be feedin' mah horse boy." His breath is rather foul, and it takes all of the druid's rather extensive manners to feign not being quite disgusted by it. " I do apologise sir, it's simply what I do."
Vennale stops in her ministrations to her blade, the other eyebrow raising to join its twin as the druid takes the blame. How...noble. She's cursing softly under her breath, though, as the man moves to threaten the man of nature. With a sigh she lifts herself from the crates, coming forward to slip her sword under the drunkard's chin. "It's not healthy for you to threaten a man for feeding a beast," she says in her lilting, sing-song soft voice, the sound so at odds with the sight of the woman giving her own threat to the patron. "An' jus' what're ye gonna do 'bout it, bitch?" the man's slurring at the woman, leering at her with all the perverted intents of an immoral man looking at the form of a woman.