RP:Special Delivery for Lhyrin
Darklight Harbor
The dock expands here, heading out into deeper waters, and allowing for boats and ships of all sizes to make their homes next to it, whether it be temporary or something more permanent. Made of the same bright red cherry wood as the boardwalk, the gloom of the dark depths that surrounds it helps to cast a strange glow against the crimson boards. Whether it’s rainy or a smidge of sun is out, it always seems to be foggy here, the wrought iron lamps that dot the harbor struggling to keep things alight. While things are fine as people go about their business here, should one find themselves staring at the ocean too long, they may feel something staring back, as the abyss often does.
An ominous-looking galleon named The Crimson Horror is here.
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As per usual, Chancellor Lhyrin was making their weekly rounds throughout the city. They were extremely punctual, trying their best not to show too much love to any one business in Elimdor. Their last stop of the day was always the harbor, and that’s where they could be found now. Anyone that was looking for them would always be sent there to either find them at the correct time, so as not to have to look for them everywhere else. Whether or not someone was waiting for them, Lhyrin would make their way onto each ship moored at the harbor, make polite conversation with its captain, and approve the vessel to continue to moor there. There typically were no issues and neither was there one today. When Lhyrin was finished, they’d walk to the end of the dock, umbrella in hand, and stared off into the abyss-like ocean, their stormy grey eyes mirroring the usual stormy grey of the area (it was almost always raining in Vhys). If anyone was ever unsure of what the chancellor looked like when sent to find them, they’d be given the description of their umbrella of the day. Today, the umbrella was black and toxic green, made of a lovely water-repellent silk.
Chancellor. Daisy was told right away what the Lhyrin's title is as soon as she asked. Told? Corrected. Yes, that is the title that is to be used when speaking of the Lhyrin. She's never really been to Vhys before, so this is definitely a treat for her! Look at all the ships! Sure Lita said to do your business then gtfo asap, but would she really send Daisy somewhere that would be the worst? Package of gifting under one arm and leathery tail twisted around the wrist of her other arm, she makes her way along the harbor. Black. Green. Silk. Yes that is what she was told. The last delivery came with a snack. Should she get one this time? Mmm. The Chancellor might not like snacks. Who doesn't like snacks? Never mind. We'll skip the snacks for now and get something later. Now is for Chancellors and docks and oh! Oh there at the end. Is that them? Green eyes squint cause somehow you can see better if you close your eyes a little. Maybe. Let's go see! Not too fast, but not all creeper-ey either. She doesn't hide her footsteps, cause doing a frighten is how you get shanked. "Are you Chancellor Lhyrin?"
Lhyrin does indeed like snacks. Daisy herself is a snack. Not to be confused with being a snacc, which of course she is also, but that’s not a term Lhyrin specifically is associated with. The scent and sounds of the harbor were overpowering, from the scent of the fish that hung on chains to dry out in the sun, to the salty sea air, to the constant bustle of the ships that were docked there and their crew. It was enough to dull Lhyrin’s senses a little. Maybe -that’s- why they liked it here so much, despite being much more adapted to the forests. It sort of… made them feel alive. Though even -that- was pushing it, as they’d never truly felt “alive” in their entire life. They reflected on this thought now, as Daisy approached, the feline taking them off guard. “Hmm?” They didn’t jump outwardly, but inwardly they wondered as to how they managed to fall so far into their own mind that they didn’t even notice the courier coming. The impossibly tall elf turned around, lifting the umbrella a little so as to peer out from beneath it better. There was no one there? Oh, never mind. “Yes, I’m Chancellor Lhyrin,” they said, as stormy eyes settled on Daisy. “What can I help you with?” While they didn’t seem like they were going to shank Daisy, there was still something… off. It’s something no one can ever really put their finger on, unless they found out about their secret. The gaunt, pale vampire attempted a smile for the feline, but it too seemed a little off. Anyone else around them doesn’t seem concerned about it however.
Well this person seems friendly enough. Probably Lita was just being a little too over concerned. Protective? Aww, she does care! Sweet, punchy pirate. Daisy smiles to herself and at Lita and for Lhyrin. Little bit for everyone. "Chancellor." She bows her head a little out of respect, cause that is what you do for folks with titles. Especially if they're a little off. Might as well make with the nicenesses. "I'm Daisy. Lita sent me to deliver something to you." She puts her bag down to pull a box out of it. It is a dark pastel green color with a charcoal gray bow around it that is a little wilted. Under the bow in the corner of the box is a smudged stain of some dark colored liquid. "This is how she gave it to me, I swear." The box is lifted and offered to Lhyrin with another smile.
Lita? Lita. Who was Lita. Wait wasn’t it that vampire that gave them their Vakmatharas skull tattoo? Yeah. Leoxander’s second-in-command. It had been a while since Lhyrin had seen either of them really. Hm. There’s confusion written on the elder vampire’s features for a moment, a rare sight for Daisy to see as they are often without emotion, but it’s soon swept away and replaced by a solemn look, to go with an equally solemn nod that they offer to the feline. “I see. Thank you for bringing this to me, Daisy. I’m unsure of what the reason is for this gift-giving, as I’ve given nothing to her, but I will accept it nevertheless.” They accepted it from Daisy, the vampire’s nose trying to take in any peculiar scents, while their ears tried to listen in for any strange rattling on the inside. With a bit of jostling around, they managed to put the package under one arm, and hold their umbrella in the same hand, while they dug around into their long tunic pockets for gold. They fished out several large gold pieces, each one worth a hundred gold, and handed it over to Daisy. “Here. You look to be the sweet treat type. If you head back down this street, you’ll find a coffee house. They have plenty of treats there and drinks. Or if you’d prefer something savory, there’s a diner on the south side of the city.” Either way, the gold provided was more than enough for one tiny feline’s meal. It was probably enough for a week’s worth of meals.
Are you really so transparent kitten? Those golds land in her little hands and are quickly tucked away. No sense in flashing about the wealth that will most definitely go to snacks. Probably too many snacks. Chonky girls are chonky, after all. "Thank you." She looks up and down the dock, rocking back and forth from heel to toe. Something is missing. There is still something to do. Her eyes land on the box. She didn't look inside! Not even a tiny peek. That would be rude. That doesn't mean she doesn't want to know what is in the box. "Are you gonna open it?"
‘Are you gonna open it?’ Lhyrin had just been starting to turn away from the feline when she posed her question. They blinked a few times then looked down at the box, before returning their attention to Daisy. “I was going to open this at home, to be perfectly honest.” They were unsure if they should open it here. What in Vakmatharas’ name was even in it? They didn’t want it to explode or something and ruin half the city they just helped build! And yet, Daisy was so curious. And so was Lhyrin. They took a moment to look around, seeing if anyone was nearby. Of course, Lhyrin cared little if anyone was injured by this, as they were a connoisseur of murder themselves, if the gift just so happened to be deadly. But it wouldn’t look good politically. Regardless, the gaunt elf just heaved a great side (another rare show of emotion from them put on display for Daisy), untied the charcoal grey bow, lifted the lid, and peered inside…
The saddest of sad kitten eyes stare up at the stranger of an elf. At home? At home?! At home means she doesn't get to see and while it really isn't any of her business, she really is the most curioust of druids. Oh of course the person she delivered to can open their package alone and at home and in private and even under the covers of their bed if they want to. What do they owe you? Absolutely nothing. They don't have to tell you, let alone show you what is in that box. It is their choice and you have no say, missy. The sigh is let out and those eyes perk up to hopeful. They're gonna open it! The bow! The lid! The inside! She stands on the very tips of her very toes to have herself a peek.
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The gift you've received has been carefully wrapped and packaged to ensure its contents neither spoil nor have any sort of peculiar scent... inside are six nearly perfect meat pies which have been delicately placed so as not to touch one another or topple while being delivered. Each is topped with a buttery flaky crust but it is the gleaming eyeball that adorns each one's center that will likely make your mouth water with the prospect of a delicious treat! Each eyeball is a different color, and has been elegantly preserved with a thin sugary coating sure to garner a tantalizing cronch. It might seem a strange gift to send via courier, but a discerning palate will certainly be able to tell that the meat of each pie is of a different race. Some were certainly harder to ascertain than others, and Lita has at least put some effort into gathering a variety of offerings, having no intimate knowledge of Lhyrin's particular preferences. Each one delicately and differently spiced than the next, the pies include half-elf, dragon, orc, dryad, fermin, and giant. They're probably not poisoned. Not that anyone should be worried about such a thing with someone as cute as Daisy delivering them. There is, however, a note! Tucked to the side of the box and sealed with Rynvale's official sigil. So fancy. Should you be so willing, the letter within will read: I hope this gift finds you well. I offer it with apologies that I have had yet to reach out sooner. I would like to meet to discuss extending trade agreements between Vhys and Port Rynvale. We can meet on neutral grounds if you'd prefer it, or if you'd feel more comfortable on familiar ground, I can come to you. Either way, enjoy the pies. ~signed~ Commander Lita from the desk of Captain Leoxander.
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Lhyrin’s brows furrowed somewhat as they realized what they’d received was food. That’s a strange gift from someone so unknown to them. And then they realize that those are real eyeballs. And further realize, from their advanced knowledge of different races’ anatomies, that those are the eyeballs of different creatures. Does Lita know their secret? Well, it’s not entirely unheard of for vampires to prefer multiple races. But eating the whole creature? Instead of just its blood? Beyond the brow furrowing, there’s no other show of emotion on Lhyrin’s features. Without fumbling things, they closed the box again and opened the letter, only letting out a ‘hm’ after it’s been read and it stuffed into the gift box again. “Ah, it’s something I asked her for upon our first meeting,” they said in their usual monotone voice. “Thank you, Daisy. I do hope the coin is an acceptable amount for payment.” Not that they would know. They really don’t care about money at all.
Pies! Six pies! Six... eyes? Six... oh. Those aren't any kind of pies she's had any kind of contact with ever. No. Probably she wouldn't mind a beef or chicken pot variety, but these. Eeehh. She steps back as watches Lhyrin so very carefully. Are they mad? Offended? Happy? Excited? Furrow'd. Yes that. But that is all. Because he wanted those kind of pies? Asked for them? Oi! Don't judge. Sometimes people like stuff and as long as you're alive, they can like what they want. Leave them be. The tip is nice and appreciated and so she bows. "It is perfect, thank you."