RP:A Traitor Among the Elves
Part of the Home Sweet Home Arc
Summary: After learning about Laezila's vampirism, Gilwen reaches out to Kasyr for council while Krice patrols the elven camp. However, what had starts out as a search for diplomatic advice quickly devolves into a scene where one Elf is been murdered, one Drow has committed suicide and the news of a traitor is learned. Uncertain of her ability to ensure Laezila's safety, Gilwen convinces Kasyr to steal away with the little drow.
Recaptured Fort
This small patch of land has witnessed the destruction and resurrection of major forces. Notably, the elves lived here first in a thriving, peaceful community before being decimated by the duergars. During their occupation of this land, the deep dwarves built a dark tower and spiked walls. What happened to the duergars is not known, but some time after the drow military occupied this fort and from here launched a war against the elves, driving them out of the forest and replacing it with darkness. The drow won the first war, but lost the fort in the second. The watchtower was destroyed by the elves, who must now build a future on these lands, whose very foundation is violence and war.
While repairs on the fort and the construction of houses had been continuous since the reclaiming of Sage, the morning hours were quiet while elves took time to worship, rest, or find some minuscule enjoyment that might distract them from the ongoing plight they endured. The city of canvas tents that surrounded the fort lacked its usual somber note, and instead seemed to buzz with refreshed life for reasons unknown, despite the constant patrol of guards. Inside the ruined walls of the fort, Gilwen sat at the large, oak table inside the council chamber, and for once, lacking Syelnar as a shadow. She had penned missives throughout the night hours, and dispatched them with haste to their intended recipients; Larewen and Kasyr had been among the correspondents, and the elder hoped to remedy this situation she found herself in with Laezila without causalities, or bringing further ire and potentially danger onto the weakened enclave.
Kasyr is currently wandering about the area, looking fairly lost in several senses of the word. Even as the world continued to turn, his abdication seemed to mean little in the grand scheme of things- as his fate seemed to be inexonerably caught up whatever drama or mishap plagued Vailkrin at one moment, or another. Which, had now dragged the revenant into the midst of the forest, sweltering in the several layers of black woolen shirts he was wearing, and the long black scarf that continued to flow behind him. One of the various individuals about this area was tracked down, the Kensai briefly gesturing at the missive he'd received, before he'd start hurrying in the direction he was given. For the life of him, his right hand seemed all but glued to his side, never quite able to drift away from the triumvirate of sheathed blades at his hips. Clearly, he was prepared for...something.
Krice had left the fort hours previous but not the elven camp entirely; he spent overnight mostly standing guard alongside the pointy-eared watchmen, but not -with- them, a man operating under his own decisions. His attention was drawn elsewhere upon Kasyr's arrival, the Kensai's numerous blades of particular interest. Visible just a few metres south of the fort entrance, within view of those inside, and also within view of the newcomer, the silver-haired enigma tracked Kasyr's approach with attentiveness but not panic; the surrounding elves saw fit to let the Revenant walk in, and thus Krice was spared the bristling caused by the approach of a heavily-armed stranger, but he kept watch regardless. If Kasyr looked his way, the warrior would offer a simple nod of greeting, civil but not entirely trusting.
The elves were a weary bunch, and despite the clear indication that Kasyr belonged in this moment, they still gathered their children closer, or changed direction if their paths might have brought them close to the Kensai. Occasionally, there was open complaints about the number of strangers they had walking through their camp on a daily basis, but other than the disgruntled opinions, the Revenant’s arrival to the fort was otherwise uneventful. Rough gestures by the guardsmen on duty would provide crude directions to the council chamber, and only the throat clearing of a sentry announced the presence of Kasyr. “Ah, Kasyr,” Gilwen started as she shuffled leaflets of parchment back into a neat stack and corked the inkwell before her. “I hope you will forgive any breech of propriety. I’m not sure which, if any, honorific I should extend to you. But, regardless, thank you for coming so quickly, and I do apologize for any inconvenience it might have afforded you.” An ink stained hand swept towards one of the many chairs that flanked the large table. “Please, have a seat, and I’ll explain why I’ve requested your presence.” The trio of blades had not been ignored by either the councilwoman or the guards that had stationed themselves just outside the door.
Kasyr hadn't really reacted much on the way towards the meeting room, the various reactions to his presence by-and-large being ignored, save for Krice's nod, which is responded to in kind. Beyond that, the revenant's more than content to make his way towards the meeting room, Gilwen's hasty introduction actually causing the Kensai to outright grin. One of the chairs is chosen at random, the revenant drawing it out from the table if only so he could slip into it, and begin to balance it back on it's back two legs. “Kasyr works fine. We're not in Vailkrin, so I don't see any need on adhering to any sort of formality, if you don't.” Giving Gilwen's hands a brief few moments of scrutiny, the revenant then shakes his head, and casually adds, “Though I am curious as to why you sought me out, specifically.”
Krice wasn't part of the meeting between Gilwen and Kasyr, so he didn't enter the fort to make himself a participant. Instead, he remained outside, but drew nearer in his patrol of the camp. He trusted the elves to have the capacity to care for their own, but for whatever reason he felt it necessary that he also be on the lookout for trouble. Taking up a casually-paced patrol around the fort, the warrior kept himself busy whilst Kasyr and Gilwen conversed on matters.
Gilwen reclaimed her seat once Kasyr had taken one, and pushed aside both the stack of paper and inkwell so she could rest her forearms on the table top. Forgoing any titles the Revenant might lay claim to offered some sort of reprieve from the anxiety she currently battled with, but did not ease it entirely. “I am entirely ignorant to Vailkrin’s government, but I was advised to reach out to you regarding a-… problem we’ve seemed to find ourselves in.” A short knock on the door interrupted the elder, and a thin waif of a girl swept into the room with a tray of mead and blood wine, accompanied with two pewter goblets. The refreshments were placed within arm’s reach of both parties, which allowed them to help themselves freely, before the small elf retreated from the room once more. “As I was saying, we find ourselves in a bit of a problem,” Gilwen began again as she moved to fill one of the glasses with the honeyed mead brought in. “Laezila is currently imprisoned here, due to her crimes against the elves during the war. However, because she is now a vampire, I was warned about the- I suppose you could say kinship?- that now protects her? Despite the bounty on her by the D’Artes, we aren’t looking to turn her over to them. Instead, we want her help in lifting the curse that’s killing our forest, and then we seek to turn her over to Vailkrin. Given your ties to the city, I figured you were the best person to contact regarding this matter.”
Outside, as the sun was reaching the horizon and the sky was painted with beautiful reds and oranges and purples of its setting, there was slight and subtle movement in the surrounding forest that particularly did not have the reminiscent mannerisms of a wandering animal.
Kasyr was probably -not- the best person to talk to about in regards to war-crimes, given that the outcome of the civil war in Vailkrin had led to the obliteration and redistribution of the resources of several houses. Really, it's all the Kensai can do to just click his tongue a few times, “Well. That uh. That es complicated, en fait. Larewen, et Redhale are those who would generally be the ones to talk to in this regard. Larewen more than anything, considering it's a matter of the vampire quarter.” And there seemed to be something else that seemed particularly relevant to this situation, that he can't quite put his finger on, or recall. There -did- seem to be a tie to Frostmaw. “That said, I would acknowledge that delivering/ransoming her off back to Vailkrin in exchange for aid with the curse on your forest would seem altogether a propos. Especially given the alternatives. I mean, considering I'm currently functioning in the role as a troubleshooter for Vailkrin, that would avoid me plausibly having to liberate her from your hospitality. So, what are the -exact- specifics you're aiming for, here?” Kasyr, inwardly, wonders if he's doomed to a life of bureaucracy.
Krice was coming back around the western flank of the fort when something drew his attention; not a sound, but a feeling. He slowed just before lining up with the fort entrance and glanced southward, then east, scanning the distant shadows of the forest surrounding the encampment. Turning toward an elf guardsmen standing watch at the fort entrance, Krice discreetly gestured with his left hand to gaze into the forest, pointing two fingers at his eyes and then past his head to the woods, hoping to direct the elf's attention to the potential problem brewing in the morning murk. No doubt border-patrol elves were already suspicious of something. Regardless, the silver-haired warrior remained just a few paces from the fort and continued to scan the flanks, his acute senses attuned outward beyond the camp and inward to the sounds within, calmly assessing the situation.
The elves that patrolled the outer circuit of the camp hadn’t noticed the movement from the creature hiding within the shade of the forest- it wasn’t a negligence born from irresponsibility on their parts, but a general oversight that might come back to haunt them later. However, the sentry near Krice had picked up the movement after a careful scrutiny of the area, but again, that was due to the warrior’s gestures. Given the general merriment (or the closest thing to merriment they could reach) of the populace, the guard quietly dispatched five swordsmen to the outer ring of tents; there was no need to stir up commotion and panic if it could be avoided.
Gilwen took a long drink from the goblet and settled back into her chair. “I’ve dispatched a missive to Larewen earlier this morning,” she stated. “I’m hoping she understands the reasoning behind our decision to keep Laezila for the time being. But, Laezila said she wanted to make amends for the crimes committed against the elven people, and the council is hopeful she will provide us answers regarding this curse.” The elven leader pushed to her feet at that moment, slow and languidly, to pace the room with unhurried strides; sitting for hours on end had grown painful. “I’m not looking to damage any relations we might have with Vailkrin by ransoming Laezila. I’ll happily hand her over into Larewen’s care once Laezila provides us with some answers.”
Kasyr folds his arms across his stomach, the odd balancing act that chair was undergoing only growing more precarious by the moment. “Well, if Laezila has already agreed to work with the elven people, in order to make amends for prior actions – it's certainly her decision. I suppose my only question es- considering she has espoused to desire to help, does she retain liberties in being able to receive visitors, or the like? Might be necessary, vraiment, given that curses tend to be intricate messes. Really, I'm more or less curious as to how she's being treated- given her current status as...hostage/prisoner. Though, I'll confess this situation seems altogether rational and reasonable, asofar.”
The following skirmish between the foot soldiers and the culprit of the mysterious sound had four returning as swiftly and discreetly as possible; the combat was a quiet and swift one, and resulted in one death -the consequence of a poisoned blade. The other culprit, however, was found, a lone drow in natural reconnaissance garb. He had apparently committed suicide ere a ring with a poisoned needle, rather than be captured. The guards did not bring the bodies back, for risk of alarming the populace.
Krice did not leave the camp to pursue the distant, quiet - even to his overdeveloped hearing - sound of a skirmish, remaining where he was just in case more danger was to follow. His instincts told him that the threat was small, easily dealt with, but clearly at the loss of one elven soldier given that five left and only four returned. Pressing his lips together, the silver-haired enigma expressed momentary somberness for the loss, and as the returning soldiers found their posts once more, he took up watch just shy of the fort entrance, two metres to the right of the doorway.
”Given her inability to control herself, for our safety, and ultimately hers as well, Laezila is not allowed much liberty at the current moment in time. We are not barbarians, however, and Laezila has been given every comfort we could afford to offer her. Minus sustenance, but that was a mistake due to the lack of knowledge she had become a vampire at the moment of her imprisonment.” Gilwen would have continued were it not for Syelnar slipping into the room with a tell-tale expression of sorrow written across his features. Immediately, attention diverted from Kasyr and to her fellow council member. She didn’t have to wait for an explanation however. “There was an incident,” the silver headed elder spoke hesitantly, his eyes flickering from Gilwen to Kasyr and back, but a brief nod from the former cleared Syelnar to continue. “Faelaron fell to a drow scout just minutes ago. The drow committed suicde.” One of the guards had clearly felt the need to inform other council members of the deaths for further directions. Gilwen’s features fought for stability, but the mixture of rage and grief played across her visage visibly. It was a feat in and of itself that her tone managed to remain even. “Bring the bodies back. Maybe Laezila can tell us which house it belongs to. If she is awake, please have her brought here.”
Kasyr looks rather thoughtful at what he's been told, though he remains silent as Gilwen attends to the incident report. “An inability to control herself? Some clarity would be appreciated in regards to that. S'il-te-plait.” That was all from the Kensai however, as he otherwise just listened, mentally filing away these details for later. Clearly, the elves had far more issues than whatever malign curse was consuming their forest.
Laezila was escorted by a trio of guards just after the two bodies were brought back to the fort and put to display for the high council. Again, the swollen finger of the drow gave sign to his suicide, caught by the ring around the digit; the elf had a distinct slash across his shoulder, poison having taken him after what must've been a surprise leap of an attack. The ex-matron herself was changed; she no longer wore a red sheath dress but a loose, white cotton blouse and traditional brown elven leggings. It didn't really suit her. Her wrists were still bound together at the small of her back. Still, she walked with an attempt to veil how distraught she was, having once more fallen upon a more matronly demeanor, which didn't do much to hide tear streaks or bags under her eyes from her inability to sleep. Immediately her eyes were drawn to the dead, nostrils flaring, and the ebony woman parking considerably. "Dres'nayr..." She named the drow, tensing.
Krice turned his head and redirected his attention to the fort door, as if drawn to something happening beyond it. The guard posted nearby gave him a brief glance but otherwise went back to watching over the elven camp, whilst the warrior himself let his guarded stare linger on the doorway, his right ear turned to the sounds of interaction within the fort.
While Gilwen waited for the retrieval of the bodies and Laezial both, she turned to answer Kasyr’s question with a distract, “She attacked a guard her first night here. Which, if I’m being honest, I understand. If I could trust her however, I wouldn’t require she be bound. Unfortunately, I can’t.” Within minutes of the report, both bodies were brought in, and the fiery headed elder cleared the table to use it as a bier for the time being. Laezila’s entrance was met with an acknowledging glance and then a quick gesture toward the drow. “Which house did he belong to?”
Kasyr gives a sideways glance to Laezila, peering at her like one might size up the worth of a troop. And then he simply shrugs, “Mmm. I suppose so. Well, as long as any of you don't get any dumb ideas- I don't imagine we'll have too many issues. You really might want to get a hold of Larewen as soon as possible, however. She might not be so lax about the matter. I'm a little bit curious about what you mean by 'you can understand.' What did the guard do?” The question seems posed at any of those present, rather than just Gilwen.
Laezila lifted her bluebell-colored and vivid gaze toward Kasyr from amidst her face that held three parallel scars in a diagonal streak across it like the swipe from some bestial claw as he sized her up. The guard? Nothing particularly unreasonable -it was a matter of the ex-matron's desperation, frantic panic, and that he just happened to be one of the men escorting her. So, with such, she didn't respond, instead she flared her nostrils. Krice was still there. Her body relaxed somewhat from its tension, and she more clearly scrutinized the men. The blood from the wound of the elf was diluted by the poison which made it all the more unappealing to the woman, thankfully, as she spoke, "He was once part of Stavret, but he had left before my capture -went freelance, they said, to work with the duergar, mostly. He was hired, either by D'Artes, or even D'Jiv'undus, or whatever those wretches call themselves, though most likely Gevurah is the culprit. He was a scumbag," she said with the curl of her lip, "He could barely fight, but there were stories of what he did when he captured people. Of course, he wasn't good at capturing people, either, but he was good at information. Survellience. If he's here, then..." A frown, before, "Gevurah probably already knows I'm here, and it's likely they've been watching your camp for some time before." The young vampire shook her head, "Turning me in to D'Artes would not have worked, knowing that they were watching, they would've used it as an ambush. You need supplies -food, weapons, and most importantly, fire. Or whatever will keep this place bright. They won't be able to watch, but..." He gestured with a jerk of her chin toward the drow corpse, "He's not holding any ink or parchment. Which means he's not giving the information, he's collecting it -Congratulations." She very nearly twisted her features into a sneer, "You've a traitor in your camp."
Krice needed to leave for reasons that were his own, and though he could hear voices still talking amongst themselves in the fort, his business was elsewhere. He was not tied to this encampment, nor to the people within it, nor was he obligated to assist Laezila -or- Gilwen. After a moment's hesitation reflecting his reluctance to leave, the silver-haired warrior turned to depart into the west, his steps brisk but relaxed.
Syelnar was a naturally detailed oriented person, and so he made quick and diligent work with the abandoned leaflets of paper and quill Gilwen had sat aside earlier that morning, and jotted down the situation and dialogue for future use. Gilwen’s attention shifted between Kasyr and the ex-matron, answering first the former with a simple, “The guard did nothing. I merely mean that I would not be one to go quietly either.” She then listened to Laezila, her features expressionless- at least, up until the drow stated that turning her into the D’Artes wouldn’t have worked, and it was in that moment that the fiery headed elf’s lips twitched with the possibility of an I-told-you-so sneer. However, whatever minuscule triumph she felt in that moment was erased as soon as Laezila stated there was a traitor among them. The elder’s eyes darted over the drow’s prone body, looking for something that might belie the vampires words- unfortunately she wasn’t sure what she was looking for to be exact, and after nearly a whole minute of blind searching, she pushed away from the table with a frustrated sound and began pacing once more. “Perhaps we should summon Maegus, Gilwen.” Syelnar offered, looking up from his note taking to watch the council woman. His suggestion was waved off and finally, Gilwen’s attention turned back to Laezila, “If you want to make the amends as you’ve so claimed, then I expect your help regardless of where you are.” She turned to Kasyr then, “I have neither the man power, nor the ability to move Laezila anywhere at this moment, and I do not care to potentially keep Laezila in danger by keeping her here. Can I persuade you to deliver her to Larewen?”
Kasyr , for the first time this entire meeting, looks bothered- his brows knitting together as he stares at a fixed point in the table. There was much to do today, an important errand that was in the works – but still. The thoughts church in the revenants mind, some grimly machiavellian ploy briefly stewing, before he finally tilts his gaze back up towards Gilwen, “. . . I would bear in mind that I did this favour for you. But yes, I can guarantee I could provide her safety, and even shelter should Larewen not be imminently reachable. I gather you'd rather this be done sooner, than later.” The revenants voice was neutral, his expression flat as his attention flicked to those present, looking for any telltale signs. “Imminent would typically be best, really, in these sorts of situations...although.” There's a second glance about the room, “If I am going to go about details of her extraction, I'd prefer less people present. You know?”
Gilwen watched Kasyr with an unwavering stare as she waited for his response, and once it came she nodded. “Then now I’m indebted to you.” She replied quickly and in between his words before falling silent once more. The request of less people present while they discuss Laezila’s relocation was met with a nod, and Gilwen gestured for the guards to remove the bodies before turning to Syelnar. “Can you please find Faelaron’s wife? She’ll need to be informed if she hadsn’t already. And then find Maegus and explain to him what has happened.” Syelnar was hesitant to leave the room, looking for a reason to argue that he remain, and eventually held up the papers that held his notes. “I’ll finish that later.” With no logical reason to remain, the elder nodded and followed the guards from the room, closing the doors firmly behind them. Gilwen released Laezila’s bounds in the moment following, and offered her a chair with a simple gesture. “We’ll provide you with whatever you might need if we have it available. Thank you for this, Kasyr.”
Kasyr waited until those present were departed from the room, and then a few moments after- closing his eyes and focusing on the sounds of those departing, intentionally trying to track out the sounds of their footsteps. Really, he just wanted to try and be certain there wasn't anyone dawdling outside, listening for anything juicy. When he's satisfied, at least as much as he can be, the Kensai begins speaking, “I don't really know how porous your security already is, beyond the unpleasent bit of news you were just told, en fait. There was already a chance that someone was going to go et make an attempt to kill, maim, or silence here. But now this es especially true, since it's possible that someone with compromised loyalties could be aware she's to be departing soon. So. First things first, do you have an illusionist? Et how many female guards do you have on premise?”
Kasyr wishes he kept more anomalous gunk on his person. Never the right potion for the right moment.
Gilwen struggled to keep her full attention on the task at hand, given the forceful realization that they had a traitor in their midst, and though her gaze was focused on the runework on the stone walls around them, she had heard Kasyr’s questions. “We have a few illusionists that I know and trust enough to do the job. And there is currently ten female guards, but two of them are off on patrol and aren’t expected back until the evening. How many are you in need of?”
Kasyr grins, his expression bright-eyed as anything, “One guard. One illusionist. We're pulling a swap. See, the idea is, if they're expecting Laezila to go back to prison, but plausibly to be escorted later tonight, they might pull something shortly. So, if the person who I'm to be escorting es instead in the garb of a guard, and possibly glamoured a little bit so she doesn't quite look so very...her. Skin tone, et facial scars, really. Well. That makes this sort of thing a bit easier. You 'assign' a guard to me, ordered to perhaps, show me a patrol path and the most discrete way out of your little encampment. And we happen to just...veer off. Et simultaneously, we'll have the guard she's swapped places with glamoured to look like her, and directed towards where you've been keeping her. I'd...highly recommend extra guard. It'll probably help with catching whoever might be snooping, or aiming to well,” Laezila is given a meaningful glance. “Anyways, depending on how long it takes them to figure it out, or if they even do- that is meaningful information.” And, ideally, it buys the revenant enough time to get to the relative sanctuary of Vailkrin, so he can conserve his strength for later that evening. Currently, the Kensai's main consolation came in the fact that Lionel was also likely dealing with 'business-as-usual'.
Gilwen’s gaze eventually turned back towards Kasyr in the wake of his words, and studied the revenant for a short time before pushing herself to her feet and moving toward the door which she opened wide enough to peek out into the main hall. The guards that had once been in the council room had retreated to the main entrance of the building were summoned with a quick whistle. “I need Cadea and Daeysh.” Sending them off and shutting the door once more, Gilwen turned back to the room. “We have an illusionist in the guard, so it’s less conspicuous to have her summoned.” She returned to her seat, slumping in an exhausted, and slightly defeated, way, and remained silent until the steady knock sounded on the door before two female elves pushed their way into the room. “You wished to see us, Lady Gilwen?” Caeda asked, her gaze slipping between Kasyr, the elder, and Laezila in a curious fashion. Both women were identical with blonde hair and icy eyes, and being twins, it was near impossible to tell them apart. Gilwen turned to Kasyr instead of answering the young elf’s question, “Caeda is skilled illusionist, so her spell should last until you are at least out of the forest. Once on the main road, you’ll be on your own from there, but it should give you enough time.”
Emotion was rife inside the fort; from indifferent to anger with the single grief-stricken wife who howled her pain over the cooling corpse of her husband in a room down deeper into the fort. The anger didn’t stem from the room Kasyr had left, but also in a separate area where Syelnar was filling in Maegus of not only the deaths, but Gilwen’s intentions to transport the excommunicated drow matron- thankfully, neither council members came forward to hamper that plan in anyway at the current moment. Inside the council chamber, Gilwen quickly debriefed the twins with their task. Both girl’s fear levels increased dramatically, and Caden stammered uncomfortably, “Lady Gilwen, I-I honestly don’t know how far-…” The girl wasn’t allowed to finish her statement however, before Gilwen interjected. “It will get them as far as they need. We don’t have much time.”
It hadn’t taken long for all three girls to take on their new roles, though Daesyh was considerably disgruntled with her new drow appearance. “How long will the last for, Cae?” Her twin asked as she scrutinized the skin of her hands and arms. The illusioned body-swap was visually perfect, and when Kasyr returned, Gilwen pushed his newly appointed ‘guard’ toward him. “Daeysh will show you the quickest trail out of the forest. Caeda, can you see to it that Laezila is returned to her room?” Gilwen’s voice lowered into a near whisper once the twins were out of the room due to the opened door. “Caeda says the illusion will start to fade the further you move away, but you should have plenty of time to put considerable distance behind you.”
Kasyr tugs at his scarf when he comes back, the 'shuffled' individuals given a good long scrutiny, “It's a good trick. I think it'll more than do the job, especially with the armour. Since the outfit, since that what they'll see first. It should work.” It was a gamble, at the end of the day, but what wasn't. “Good luck, on your end, with your security leak. You can get a hold of me again by missive.” That said, the revenant offered a casual salute to the those present, with a pointed, “I apologize for the discomfort. On that note. Madamoise Gilwen, I suppose I'd appreciate you accompanying moi to the door. It'd help for appearances were you to say something along the lines of how the prisoner will be prepared for transport later this evening, and that the madamoiselle at my side might knowledge as to the more discreet means of leaving the fort. No one will even think twice of our wondering away, then.” That, and it would be easy if someone was going to act on that information, and just how quickly that were to okay. The revenant's expression doesn't even change from it's chipper status as he processes those thoughts.
Gilwen offered a small, slightly forced smile in the wake of Kasyr's approval, and nodded her acquiescence to the final step of their impromptu plan. She led the way out of the council chamber and down the main hall toward the set of double oak doors that had been opened wide earlier that morning. "I appreciate you coming on such a short notice, Kasyr. Again, if you ever find yourself in need of my assistance, please, do not hesitate to ask." The elder lead them just past the door into the small, rubble strewn court yard that was in the slow process of being cleaned. "I'll speak with Syelnar and Maegus this afternoon about transportation for Laezila, and transport her to Vailkrin later this evening. Daeysh will show you a more discreet pathway from the forest." The sentry standing to attention looked curiously at the trio, silently wondering the need for discretion.
Kasyr offers a casual wave to Gilwen, before glancing off towards his 'escort' for the way back, “So, lead the way, madamoiselle. I am at your mercy, as it is.” A pause, and the revenant glances back towards Gilwen, “It's a pleasure working with you. I always appreciate a professional.” There's a grin there, all shades of mischievous, before the Kensai falls in step with his 'guide'. Nothing like a good bit of misdirection to get the blood flowing, and brain working.