RP:An Ally Among Lesser Nobility

Part of the Rest in Pieces: Vailkrin! Arc

Summary: Larewen encounters Joan again and the two talk. A business deal is struck and an alliance forged.

The Hanging Corpse

Larewen sits at one of the tables near the hearth, a glass of bloodwine held in the palm of her decaying hand. The other holds a cigarette, which she puffs on occasion. Two guards flank the Lady, wary of any attempts that might be made on her life. Before her, papers are strewn across the table. Tonight, the necromancer is clad in a simple, black evening gown, her hair falling in waves to frame her scarred features.

Joan pauses to speak with Steadmen in a quite tone, once their conversation finished Joan held out her hand to shake with the barkeep. Once her hand is clasp with his the vampire business woman would pump it up and down a few times before moving away to tack a small flier for her Taco shop up on the board. Hands on hips she grins enough to flash fang before she turns towards the guards and lady. Tilting her head slightly Joan makes a slow careful few steps towards the hearth and those gathered before it. “Hello!” She call before pulling out her personal flask, flipping off the lid she’d take a small sip of sanguine flavored tea.

Larewen turns her head, mismatched gaze taking in the strange looking vampire. Lowering her glass of wine, she takes a long drag from her cigarette, exhales, and lifts her chin in greeting. "Thank you for your assistance the other day in meteing out punishment," the necromancer says before flicking her ashes into a tray located on the table. Her rotting limb gestures to one of the chairs across from her. "Come, have a seat. Let's talk."

Joan gives a polite nod of her head before she takes another sip from her personal flask. As the lid was held by a tiny chain she didn’t need to hunt for it, just lightly grasp at it and screw the cap back into place. Tucking her flask back into place, Joan would take a moment to acknowledge the two guards with a smart two finger salute held close to her left brow then kicked outwards at and upward angle. Joan would seat herself to a chair close by the hearth. Seated Joan would cross her legs at the ankles in what was known as the duchess slant. Hands held together and resting on her pants covered thigh. Eyes flicker over the lady to study her overall appearance before they held steady on her face. “I did what any civilized mannered person would do, we are not animals, all of us should act accordingly when outsiders come to conduct business or local tourist curiousness.” She’d inform the lady in a polite manner, any lesser house knew their duty was to protect the towns reputation and those that inhabit it.

Larewen expels a dry chuckle as she finishes her cigarette and crushes it out against the ashtray. "That's the truth." A pause, and then a glance toward the board where Joan's hung up fliers for her business. "Tell me, why a taco shop? And in a city filled with the dead?"

Joan smiles in a polite manner, her fingers flex now as she wiggles a bit in place. “I had these delicious tasting tacos while on my over seas trip, I enjoyed them so much I knew I had to bring over the family and set up a business so everyone even us undead could enjoy them. It’s not every day you come upon a restaurant that also could cater to those that have little to few taste buds left.

Larewen cants her head to the side, perhaps in agreement. "I have a few ideas for catering to the undead specifically, actually," the necromancer says. "Though I'm not sure how preparation would work in a space meant to prepare food suitable for the living too." As she speaks, she lights another cigarette and breathes in deeply. "You said you were from House Blackheart, was it?"

Joan gives a slight nod in acknowledgement about preparing meat for the living and then ‘meat’ meant for those undead. “It would need to be spelled and a whole other kitchen area added, just to keep everything up to code.” Her hands unlace and her right index finger taps at the right lower corner of her mouth as she thinks aloud. “It would cost extra...but it would be manageable.” She blinks those voided light violet eyes as she is brought out of her musing, “Oh yes, minor nobility, we are a merchant house mostly. Import and export.”

Larewen nods her head as Joan speaks, still suckling at her cigarette. "What if I could provide your House with work? There are goods I need that are hard for me to get within the city, especially at present. Perhaps a deal could be struck?"

Joan raises both brows upwards in mild surprise. “Oh, that would be wonderful. We...well I have recently became the head of the family house and business here since my sire decided to travel back over seas to deal with his daughter.” Joan explains, a soft smile is shown when she spoke of her sire.

Larewen taps her cigarette over the tray once more and then reaches with her decaying arm for her drink. She takes a mouthful of the crimson fluid and swallows before speaking again. "House Dragana is in need of weapons, armor, and rations for our living members. Know this: if you take me up on this offer, you will be considered an ally of mine and this could bode ill for you among the other noble Houses."

Joan wiggles her nose as she grows thoughtful over the offer, as a merchant house profits is what drove the family interest first and foremost. They only been made noble a couple of centuries before. “My sire was never one for nobility, he cared little for the title gifted upon him and his own. I don’t think he will mind either way. *nods* We will be most honored to enter into contract with your house for what you need.”

Larewen wiggles her skeletal fingers after placing her drink on the table and a blackened rat's skull appears in her palm. Its eyes are of emeralds. She slides it across the table to Joan. "Then take this. It'll allow you to communicate with myself and my other allies."

Joan takes care to trash for the blacken rats skull. “Adorable.” Joan remarks, letting the skull rest in her palm before placing it in a empty belt pouch, pulling the drawstring close and lacing it tightly in a knot. “Send me a order of how many items of each you need and I will return you an invoice. From there it will take me a short while to fill it.”

Larewen nods to Joan, rising to her feet. "I'll have the order sent to you soon. If you'll excuse me, I've an old acquaintance to track down." A pause ensues and she lifts a single index finger upward. "And perhaps I'll offer patronage for your shop. I think spicy brain and bloody entrail tacos would be a wonderful addition to your menu."

Myrsholla slips into the Hanging Corpse just in time for her pointed charcoal ears to overhear "-and bloody entrail tacos..." or something to that effect. Curiosity: piqued.

Joan chuckles lightly, one hand lifted up to hide her merith. “Sounds like a plan. Thank you, House Blackheart is glad to do business with you and your house.” She nod her head to Larewen’s bid of farewell and her maybe patronage. “Have a good evening.”