RP:Questioning Guyon
Guyon enters the tavern, his hooves clicking on the floor as he makes his way to the bar. Ordering a whiskey, the centaur waits briefly in front of the bar before being served. Nodding dutifully, Guyon swipes his drink into his hand and walks over to a window, his eyes staring out and upwards to the skies. The drink, it seems, is only there to occupy his restless hands.
Rory stumbles down from the last step of the tavern's upper floor and adjusts his sight with the aid of fists against both eyes. Slate grey sight was red-rimmed now and weary of action. "I need sleep," he muttered to himself before stalking through the tavern. A hand rose to caress a shiny bald head as a notepad of names and identities jumped out at him. Lifting his face towards the rest of the room he caught one figure in particular - a Centaur. Now this was luck. Turning back from his intended path he sidled up to the creature, "Excuse me, sir. I believe we have a thing or two to…discuss."
Guyon drops the glass of whiskey in his hands as the human speaks to him; having been interrupted, Guyon was in no mood to be pleasant. "Wha' do yeh want? Human." The last word was practically spit out of the centaur's mouth as he bent his human torso down to pick up the pieces of glass off the floor. Turning to look at Mesthak, he only shrugs. Facing the human again, Guyon's lip pulls into a sneer- humans- his least favorite race.
Rory appeared undeterred by the sneer appearing on the beast of burdens face. At least people didn't try to ride him, or so he imagined Centaur's had that problem. Not that he'd encountered many of those in his lifetime. With good reason if all acted as crass as this one did. With a forearm bent against the bar he watched in silence as glass shards were cleared from the floor, "That the same sneer you give Beatrix Huxley before ya killed her with a vine?"
Guyon flattens his ears against his head. "Yer one o' them aren't yeh?" Lifting and dropping his hooves in agitation, Guyon walks over slowly towards the human, easily towering over him due to his nearly 9 foot stature. "An' why exactly do yeh think it was meh? As I've 'eard it, yeh 'knights' 'ave a list o' people." Guyon raises his arms and crosses them in front of his human chest, his anger beginning to bubble. He –really- didn’t like humans. Narrowing his eyes, the centaur tacks on: “If yeh puny humans ‘ad been doin yer job, she wouldn’t-a gotten killed in teh first pl’ce.”
Rory curls his lips in a most annoying of smirks, "Yes, I am certainly one of them. And by the manner in which you're currently prancing around it seems you wish to intimidate me. Is that what you did to Beatrix?" Leafing through the pages he holds up a picture of the departed woman. "A beauty in this lifetime…that's for sure." Holding it out to the Centaur he continued with the smirk, "Is that what she saw before her death? You prancing like some sort of deranged horse around the Ogre Inn? Did you follow her outside, beast? Did you go after her into the forest for just one more look? We both know you're not a pretty thing, but Beatrix was. And men certainly have lust. Man or beast for that matter."
Rory turns slightly to salute Roldan.
Guyon laughs. The centaur’s inherent distaste of humans kept him far from them, unless occasion called for it. Uncrossing his arms, Guyon smiles – rather, attempts to. Eying the picture, the centaur merely lofts a charcoal brow, uninterested in both the victim and the man in front of him. “Wha’ do yeh want from me?” Guyon asks evenly. Pulling a smile to one side of his face, the centaur looks down his nose at the human- an aggregate mixture of amusement and irritation at his persistence.
Roldan returns the salute, moving over to the other knight. "Good evening, sir," he says. "I do not believe we've met."
Rory unhooks a pair of steel chains from his belt as he watches Guyon uneasily. Roldan took priority in this case, "Rory, sir. A fledgling knight in Larket, sir, and the queen assigned me to a case. Something about the murder of a healer, the baker's daughter." Gesturing with the chains at Guyon he shrugged, "This man seems incapable of answering a few questions. Like why he was spotted up near Larket around the time of the murder."
Roldan nods to the young knight, then turns his gaze to Guyon. "Ah, yes. This one fits the description of a suspect." The sheriff is calm, emotionless as he looks the centaur up and down. "You will come with us to Larket," he says, politely enough. "You will answer our questions and, if you prove innocent, we will let you go. If you refuse, I will count it as a confession of guilt, and you wil die. Let us go."
Guyon laughs again, louder this time. "A fledgl'ng knight?! 'Ow prepost'rous that -yeh- would try teh arrest me!" The centaur laughs again, heedless of the other knight. Calming his laughter, Guyon looks back at Rory. "Yeh know, yeh 'ave yet teh actually ask meh wha' I was doin' in Larket. Yeh merely tried teh intimidate meh with nons'nsical accusations." Turning to the other knight he says "Yeh should ge' rid o' this guy," jabbing a thumb towards Rory.
Hameirak said to you, "Just go with them, thats if youve got nothing to hide that is."
Rory frowned at the mocking Centaur, "I may be a new knight but that doesn't mean my life stopped before that point. Not that you would think of something like that. You are, after all, nothing short of a work horse. A rotten one at that or you would have known my next move." Instantly the young knight snatched the arm of Guyon and prayed Roldan would jump in to help cuff the Centaur.
Guyon turns to face the draconian "Stay outta this. T'aint any o' your business." Turning back to the obviously elder knight, the centaur nods. Apparently only -some- humans could be cordial. If Guyon was going to be cooperative, that was only before the fledgling knight called him a work horse, and worse still, tried to grab his arm. Rearing his equine body up out of reach, Guyon takes several steps back on his back hooves, removing himself from the range of any melee weapons either knight might have. "If yeh think yer goin' teh take me in naow, yer sorely mist'ken." Anger flushes the centaur's face- tempted to reach for his bow, Guyon decides: a battle in the tavern wasn't worth the hassle. By-passing Rory completely, the centaur approaches Roldan, his head bending down to look the older knight fully in the face. "I'll go wit yeh, but teach yer mutt some manners."
Sadie 's attention curbs towards Roldan, Rory and Guyon and all receive an amused smirk. A murder? Well, she wasn't as innocent as she could possibly appear, and with the sudden desire to fuddle the current ongoings of the investigation, she pivots on her heel and slinks towards Roldan with all the grace of a feline. "Roldan, dear." She croons, her voice textured smoothly like finely crafted silk. "What's this about suspects and murders?" Devilishly, her hand rides the form of his shoulders and she circles around him, her index finger reaching to casually and seemingly innocently caress the back of his neck. "Can I not find you just one day where you are not on duty?" And, as if to make matters worse for the knights, blue eyes bat nearly flirtatiously towards Rory, "Isn't Kelay out of Larket's jurisdiction? I'm sure this nice man," cue a glance towards Guyon, "would be more than happy to answer all you're questions when he is not trying to enjoy a drink." As her hand falls from Roldan's shoulders, she claps her palms together and draws a charmingly toothy smile. "Now! Let's try to relax, yes?"
Hameirak said to you, "Your making such a loud noise I could hear you from outside. So yea, it kinda is my business if your interupting my drink."
Roldan 's eyes narrow slightly at Rory, but he says nothing of it, other than a reply to Guyon; "A serious crime has taken place. I am sure you understand the sense of urgency that we of Larket feel in this matter. Know that you are receiving no worse treatment than most of the other suspects, and far better than some. Now, we go to my office." The red knight gestures for Rory to follow, along with a muttered, "Do not grab at him again; a peaceful arrest is easier on all." At Sadie's touch, however, he stops for a moment. "An innocent girl was slaughtered," he says. "I cannot rest until the killer is brought to justice. And the suspects will be brought in, no matter where they hide, or what titles they have. We've questioned rulers and thieves alike." Sadie turns that charming smile towards Hameirak, "Well, I believe you should just enjoy your drink yes? This fine centaur hasn't bothered me any, so I think it's you just being a nosy person. Aye?" With a dismissive wave of her right hand, her blue eyes settle just briefly on the dragon's drink. "Go back to enjoying you're drink then. Shoo shoo."
Guyon sneers at the draconian once more before turning to exit the building. "Shame" is all the centaur says before exiting.
Rory is left holding the reigns so to speak. Having failed to impress Roldan with his cunning attempt at cuffing the suspected centaur the Larket knight stands quiet only to watch Guyon pass over him completely. As Roldan gestured he quickly followed with an apology, "I'll adjust my actions adorningly, sir." As the red knight spoke to Sadie he took the opportunity to search the girl over with eyes alone. She wasn't on the list, thankfully. Standing just behind Roldan he waited for the group to exit the tavern.
Sadie curbs her attention back towards Guyon and with an apologetic smile, she settles on Rory in time to catch the once over to which she responds with a jutted hip and a dashing smirk.
Rory shakes his head at Sadie, "No need to break a hip, miss." With that the knight exits behind the Centaur and Sheriff
Guyon is led into the office by one of the lesser knights. Walking slowly behind him, the centaur merely gazes at the surroundings- uninterested in the upstart knight who was about to question him.
Rory looks to the floor where an odd red stain stretches. It certainly wasn't here earlier in the day, "Hm," he muses aloud to Guyon more than anyone else. "Can you sit in a chair?"
Guyon gives a hard smile and tilts his head downward so that his chin nearly touches his chest- brows raised in incredulous amusement. Smirking, the centaur replies "E'en if I could sit in a human chair, I would nawt acc'pt it." Guyon walks towards the middle of the room, somewhere between the countless desks. "I'll stand 'ere if yeh don't mind."
Rory waves a hand, "Your call." Moving to lean against the desk he stabs the drawing of Beatrix against the nail on the wall. A couple other Larket guards poke heads around the door and quickly withdraw them. "Just wait outside," Rory calls. Shooting a thumb to the image he takes Guyon on, "So why were you up in Larket. Your kind doesn't often grace the city and the bridge guards certainly would remember something like you."
Guyon watches the knight in silence, uninterested in the picture now tacked to the wall. Turning his torso towards Rory, Guyon knows that the answer he is about to give would make him look even more guilty; however, before he answers, the centaur can't resist a jab at the young knight. "Yeh really don't 'ave any manners do yeh?" Guyon smiles, though in good-nature (oddly enough). Sighing, he finally spits out the troublesome answer. "I was lookin' fer a healer. I 'ave recently aquired a probl'm 'nd I wanted it removed. I was post'ng somethin on the board in Larket tha' night 'efore I left to go hunting."
Rory nods, "I have manners, sir. I am a knight under the service of a very, well, rugged Queen. We learn manners rather fast when dealing with Lady Erristyn." Looking back at the picture of Beatrix he then returns slate gaze to Guyon, "It was a factual observation in any case. You're a large beast and when placed next to a human you stand above the rest." Listening to the reason given he wrinkles a brow, "A healer? Kind of like Beatrix was?"
Guyon nods gravely, mock sincerity on his face. The centaur refrains from the obvious rebuttal of "well use them." Rather, he chooses to take the noble route and nods "Aye, we do stand much taller than yeh humans do, we could kill yeh just by standing on yeh too." Guyon smiles, a strange half-amused one- though by his tone, the centaur is clearly making an attempt at humor. "Aye, a heal'r. But naw th' kind she was. I didn't e'en know 'bout her till word spread th' next day." Sighing, Guyon raises his hands to eye-level. Extending his hands slightly towards Rory, though not enough to be threatening, the centaur sighs slightly and an alien mechanism triggers somewhere in his body as large sand colored claws extend from just underneath his fingernails. "I wanted teh get rid o' these. Got 'em as a kind o' 'thank yeh' gift while heal'n a friend. I hate 'em and wanted 'em gone. I was hopin' tha' someone 'ere or anywhere, would be able teh get rid of em fer me."
Rory scoffs at the extended claw. How did he know this beast would have some sort of oddity about him? They always did. "But you do know her, don't you? Not many people could pass Beatrix by and not notice her." Shifting his weight the knight scratched at this patchy beard growing up his neck, "Would have been odd not to let Beatrix take them off for you. She was in the running to become this lands most prominent surgeon. She's just returned from a trip abroad with a whole new set of skills." Knocking his heel back against the table, "And so following her into the forest wouldn't have been something you did? Begging her to remove those awful claws from you hands, huh? And when she didn't you attacked her flatly. Running to the Vibrance to rid your flesh of her blood," again he pointed to the, "sound like something you would do?"
Guyon rolls his eyes slightly as the knight resumes his accusations. Shaking his head, Guyon sighs, irritation obvious “I dun know her. I live in the Desert that lies south o’ Milous. Th’re are no healers in the area. I ‘ave teh travel to find anyone.” Turning his eyes towards the photo, the centaur’s lip twitches. Human or not, she was an attractive girl- but being human is what automatically excluded her from Guyon’s list of possible interests. “I may ‘ave been in the forest tha’ night, but it was cause I was hunting.” The centaur pauses, his eyes narrowing downward and to the left, brows furrowed in thought. “Come teh think o’ it, I did see some blood in the riv’r, though nawt much. I figur’d it wa’ from a wounded animal so I didn’t look fer the source.” His eyes return to Rory, flat and devoid of any emotion.
Rory rubs at his eyes again, "Fine, Centaur." Standing straighter now the knight beckons the other guards inside, "Escort this man from Larket, please. Until I speak with Roldan we can't detain him any further." As the pair of Larket guards makes their way to Guyon, Rory returns the stoic eyes of Guyon. The creature wasn't the only figure in the room with a flair for dramatics and Rory was ever the solid figure as any of the men in Larket. A queen like Erristyn only hired the best, they said. And he was one of those. "She isn't even recognizable now. And I haven't the authority to keep you here, sir. You're still a suspect in Beatrix's case and will remains so until my boss, of Lady Larket, clears your name from the list. She already killed one man today over his words so we both should just leave here unless her Lady decides to return for a second bashing." Giving a quick salute to the pair of men he rounds the desk and removes Beatrix's picture from the wall, filing it away with the notes he'd taken.
Guyon nods quietly- "So I 'eard." The centaur turns to see the two knights walk in to escort him out. Raising his arms slightly, Guyon allows the knights to take him by the elbows and lead him out. Approaching the door, Guyon turns his human torso to take one last look at Rory "Yeh do 'ave manners!" The centaur comments jovially, and exits out of the building.
Related Pages:
- Larket
- Part of the Case of the Burned Baker Arc