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Post by Larael Astriddottir on Jan 7, 2014 20:55:56 GMT
Larael watched the two men converse with interest. One seemed to be very social.
The other, not so much. He had stopped bothering her, and for that she was thankful. He was getting uncomfortably close to the Iduneus when he was talking, and if she was him she would probably have him a sword's length away.
Probably with the sword filling the gap.
Apparently the socially-inept one was interested in courtship rituals, and some mischievous part of her played with the idea of telling him something completely inaccurate as an instruction for courtship; turning the idea over in her head like a cat playing with a ball of yarn.
She also considered saying something to interrupt the conversation, though she did appreciate not having to speak for a change.
And then the smooth Iduneus spoke again.
"So businesslike, too. A true professional." ))
She shut her eyes. He's quite the charmer.
Admittedly, she liked what he was saying. Of course, she would never tell that to anyone. She barely acknowledged it herself.
Larael thought for a moment.
Had he done something wrong, and was trying to get on an officer's good side?
Unlikely. He could probably talk his way out of trouble on the spot. Getting my help wouldn't be necessary.
So he was just... hitting on her, then. For the sake of hitting on her.
Something about that bothered her. Did he do this to everyone he met?
She cleared her mind, opening the last book on the desk, the one on Hastings, and took her seat again.
One of the Tiros approached the desk. Apparently one of the larger trainees had whacked him in the hand with a practice weapon and broke his finger.
"P-Pryfektus." The small Tiro looked about ready to cry.
She looked up at him, taking stock of his condition. "Broken finger? Infirmary. Have someone guide you there, if you can't find it yourself."
The initiate nodded, silently, looking around the room for someone to take him.
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Post by Kerberos the Subversive on Jan 7, 2014 23:10:50 GMT
“Well maybe you should start looking, eh?”
Kerberos worked his jaw. “Why should I? I’m in no rush.” Was there something he didn’t understand? He didn’t like not understanding things.
“Probably has to do with the potentially limited lifespan humans tend to have.”
“Oh. Whoops.”
He watched the Ideneus continue to make moves on the Pryfektus, who for once didn’t bother to shake it off. Maybe she did like his words. But that would be strange, since she didn’t seem like she liked them. Maybe it was both?
Thinking about it was starting to hurt.
“Well, luckily, no homicide will be necessary this time around. You've already got the first step down, after all. Flattery. It'll getcha anywhere.”
“No homicide this time?” he thought.
“Probably just a turn of phrase.”
“But maybe it’s not.”
“It is. Stop thinking about murder all the time, would you?”
“Aw. No fun.” He turned his attention back to reality. “So. Flattery. Adulation. That seems easy enough.” He tilted his head, eyes narrowing at something just past the Ideneus’ ear. “There’s a catch, isn’t there?”
A Tiro who had probably not been there long had approached the Pryfektus, his finger slightly twisted. The Pryfektus seemed calm, not annoyed. “Broken finger? Infirmary. Have someone guide you there, if you can't find it yourself.”
The Tiro nodded, turning away and on accident catching Kerberos’ eye. The boy scampered off, grabbing another Tiro to assist him to the infirmary.
Tiros were scared of everything, it seemed.
He looked back to the Ideneus. “What’s the point of it? Courting, I mean," he said. “You seem to do it just for fun, but most don't treat it as such. Why?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2014 0:53:43 GMT
"So. Flattery. Adulation. That seems easy enough. There's a catch, isn't there?"
Sannidar nodded. "You're right there. That's only step one of many. And of course, you need to find just the right things to compliment someone on--egos have to be stroked in different ways."
He was interrupted by a Tiro, coming forth with a twisted finger.
"P-Pryfektus."
"Broken finger? Infirmary. Have someone guide you there, if you can't find it yourself."
Yeah, that does look broken. How how to turn it into a compliment...
"Efficient, but still kind," he murmured, just loud enough for her to hear, as the Tiro scampered from the area, terrified.
“What’s the point of it? Courting, I mean. You seem to do it just for fun, but most don't treat it as such. Why?”
Sannidar paused. That was a question worth thinking about, honestly. Why did he court so endlessly? "I guess I like a challenge. And courting provides a challenge, besides the other benefits that having a partner can give. Not everyone views it that way, of course. Just my own little take on things."
He chuckled, manner turning jovial again. "Besides, it gives you a valid excuse and quite a bit of motivation for keeping yourself in shape. Courting's so much easier when you're attractive."
Not that he wasn't. It was just that being in shape attracted the ladies, and that was important to him, so he kept at it.
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Post by Larael Astriddottir on Jan 8, 2014 20:56:17 GMT
The injured Tiro rushed out of the room, and Larael returned her attention to 1066. The Iduneus spoke again, his words sweet as always.
"Efficient, but still kind,"
Larael just turned the page and read on, ignoring the compliment. Not because she couldn't deal with it, but because anything she said would probably give him ammunition for another compliment.
Infinite loops never really interested her.
The strange man continued his conversation about courtship with the Iduneus, though it was becoming clear that he might be missing the point.
"I guess I like a challenge. And courting provides a challenge, besides the other benefits that having a partner can give. Not everyone views it that way, of course. Just my own little take on things."
That explains a lot. She finished reading something about the battle lines and looked up at the cheery Iduneus. "Do you consider me to be a challenge, Iduneus?"
Fateseeker let out a rumbling growl, his equivalent of the sudden harsh tone in her voice. Her annoyance with being treated as a sort of game was clear.
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Post by Kerberos the Subversive on Jan 8, 2014 21:46:42 GMT
“I guess I like a challenge. And courting provides a challenge, besides the other benefits that having a partner can give. Not everyone views it that way, of course. Just my own little take on things.” The Ideneus laughed, or perhaps chortled, or chuckled, or maybe even giggled. Laughter was a strange thing, that he knew well enough. “Besides, it gives you a valid excuse and quite a bit of motivation for keeping yourself in shape. Courting's so much easier when you're attractive.”
Kerberos tilted his head back and forth. A challenge? “So, you don’t particularly want a mate,” he said, slowly. “You just like the satisfaction. From what? Embarrassing them? Succeeding in manipulating their emotions?” Though his words said by most would sound malicious, his were not. Genuine curiosity lined his tone, without any hint of condescendence. “Isn’t that a waste of time? Or are you simply bad at keeping a partner interested for long periods of time?”
Before Kerberos could address the line about keeping in shape, a voice and a growl rose from the Pryfektus’ place. “Do you consider me to be a challenge, Iduneus?”
He looked over at the Pryfektus, then back to the Ideneus, his lips set in an o shape. That is, o as in “ooo now you’ve screwed up, O wise and suave one”.
“I’m betting on the Pryfektus. You, Muninn?”
“I think I will hold judgment for now, Huginn.” A pause. “A note, Kerberos. Eydís grows impatient with you.”
A sigh. “Duly noted.” Things were starting to get interesting again, though, between the spontaneous one and the structured one. He couldn't just leave. Not yet.
“Poor, poor Pryfektus,” Kerberos said, voice quiet once more. “Fate does not appear to want her to read, oh no. Fate has other ideas for her, like being harassed by strange men about her mind and her body. Poor, poor Pryfektus.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2014 13:04:39 GMT
“So, you don’t particularly want a mate. You just like the satisfaction. From what? Embarrassing them? Succeeding in manipulating their emotions? Isn’t that a waste of time? Or are you simply bad at keeping a partner interested for long periods of time?”
Sannidar sighed. "I've often considered a 'mate,' as you call it. Honestly, I find I can challenge myself through women, but before I can truly settle down the life of a Drakonrhedi pulls me away." He shrugged resignedly. "It's something I accepted when I accepted this position. I certainly would not mind a permanent relationship."
"Do you consider me to be a challenge, Iduneus?”
Well, he done fucked up. But he was Sannidar. He could probably find his way out of this. Meanwhile, the other Iduneus made a little silent "ooooo" at him, whereas the Pryfektus's drake opted for a rather menacing grumble instead.
“Poor, poor Pryfektus,” the possessed man murmured. “Fate does not appear to want her to read, oh no. Fate has other ideas for her, like being harassed by strange men about her mind and her body. Poor, poor Pryfektus.”
Excellent job, buying me time to think this speech through. Well played, if probably entirely unintentional. It's appreciated, mind you. Maybe I should invest in a wingman.
The other Iduneus's words were true, however. The poor Pryfektus did not seem to be getting much reading in. Dang, he still needed to find out her name.
"My fair battle-maiden," he began. "I have been accepted for the greatest intertribal military force of our age. I have tamed a drake; I have conquered behemoths which would rend apart the entirety of humanity. But yet I cannot take your heart, my object of desire. A challenge? Yes, a great one indeed, to try my hardest to please you enough to be worthy of your affections. Besides, what man would not want to take up the remarkable challenge of winning over the heart of such a beautiful and talented woman, and to unravel the enigma of your psyche?"
Hmm. How far to take it?
There was a way that he could emerge from this in the lead, and he figured he'd try his hardest to end up that way, but that didn't mean that she was in for a full-fledged praising. That also didn't mean, however, that he couldn't twist things a little more in his favor.
Before he could, another Tiro interrupted their conversation. "Pryfektus Astriddottir, may I run to the outhouse?"
Sannidar blinked, the sudden change in topic a little amusing. This did mean, however, he knew her first name--Larael, he was fairly certain. He'd verify that, just in case, because, well... obvious reasons.
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Post by Larael Astriddottir on Jan 10, 2014 23:57:59 GMT
Larael returned her attention to the book, having made her displeasure clear. Both of them appeared to be very clearly aware that she was upset, too. She turned the page again, and the stranger of the strange men spoke.
“Poor, poor Pryfektus, Fate does not appear to want her to read, oh no. Fate has other ideas for her, like being harassed by strange men about her mind and her body. Poor, poor Pryfektus.” )) It had been obvious to her that fate had other plans than a normal reading session for quite some time. However, she was stubborn. Come hell, high water, or strange men who had nothing better to do, she was going to try her hardest to read. She skimmed a passage on the battlefield conditions at Hastings as the Iduneus spoke again.
"I have been accepted for the greatest intertribal military force of our age. I have tamed a drake; I have conquered behemoths which would rend apart the entirety of humanity. But yet I cannot take your heart, my object of desire. A challenge? Yes, a great one indeed, to try my hardest to please you enough to be worthy of your affections. Besides, what man would not want to take up the remarkable challenge of winning over the heart of such a beautiful and talented woman, and to unravel the enigma of your psyche?" ))
My heart. His object of desire. "The enigma of my psyche." Give me a freaking break.
She contemplated saying just that.
She also considered disciplining them for bothering her so effectively.
Part of her thought about throwing them off the Drakonborg and pretending she knew nothing. Not that that would work, but imagining it made her feel a bit better.
""Pryfektus Astriddottir, may I run to the outhouse?"
She nodded. "You don't have to ask me, just go."
I need a minute. And possibly a drink. She gave the two men the "One moment, please," finger and crossed the room, helping some Tiros with their form, or correcting the way they held the weapon.
By the time she returned to her seat, Fateseeker was already patrolling around the desk, eagerly growling at both men. She had managed to cool down considerably in the time she spent helping the initiates. She stroked her drake's head, and he promptly put it on her lap. She looked up at the men. "Right. Are either of you terribly busy? I could use some more books from a shelf in a nearby room." She knew the answer to that, considering what they were doing.
It wasn't that she needed something new to read, it was more that she needed a five-minute break from at least one of them.
Who knows? Maybe they'd go together and fall off the Drakonborg, or get eaten by a stowaway behemoth on the way.
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Post by Kerberos the Subversive on Jan 12, 2014 7:00:15 GMT
“I've often considered a 'mate,' as you call it. Honestly, I find I can challenge myself through women, but before I can truly settle down the life of a Drakonrhedi pulls me away.” The man shrugged. “It's something I accepted when I accepted this position. I certainly would not mind a permanent relationship.”
Kerberos frowned. He wanted one, but couldn’t have one? That seemed odd, though in the end he probably couldn’t pry too much. That wouldn’t stop him trying to pry as he could, though.
“Do you fear loss?” he asked. “Do you fear leaving them behind or them leaving behind you?” He tilted his head, thinking. “Or, perhaps, is it practicality? That one cannot have a spouse here? I haven’t heard anything about that, really, so I wouldn’t know.”
The Ideneus began another song. “My fair battle-maiden,” he said. “I have been accepted for the greatest intertribal military force of our age…”
“He does an awful lot of talking without really saying anything.”
“He sort of makes it an art-form, you could say.”
“… Besides, what man would not want to take up the remarkable challenge of winning over the heart of such a beautiful and talented woman, and to unravel the enigma of your psyche?” The man's words held that tone that signified he was debating on saying more. Kerberos wasn't really sure why. Even zoned out he could tell there were a large amount of words coming out of the Ideneus' mouth.
Another Tiro ran up. “Pryfektus Astriddottir, may I run to the outhouse?”
“Ooh, how interesting. File that name away.”
“Acknowledged.”
He looked over at Pryfektus Astriddottir, who had raised a stiff finger in their direction. Well, at least it wasn’t the one he thought it would be. She assisted some Tiros with their technique for some time, before striding back over to her desk, where her snow drake paced and growled.
“This one makes Eydís look soft and cuddly.”
“She would be if you actually paid her any heed.”
The Pryfektus broke his concentration with sudden engagement. “Right. Are either of you terribly busy? I could use some more books from a shelf in a nearby room.”
Kerberos glanced over at the Ideneus, then back to the Pryfektus. “K— I will go, should this knight in shining armour choose not to take the fair battle-maiden’s quest.” He twisted his shoulders, watching the two with his eyes, but with his body starting to turn away.
“We’re not doing this, Kerberos.”
“Too late. Already did.”
“Interesting that you would abandon a prize so soon.”
“Muninn, what did we say about not encouraging them?”
A grin spread across his face. The two OAIs usually agreed, though sometimes they bickered like an old married couple. Maybe they were. Kerberos didn’t know. Frankly, he didn’t care.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2014 23:04:01 GMT
“Do you fear loss? Do you fear leaving them behind or them leaving behind you? Or, perhaps, is it practicality? That one cannot have a spouse here? I haven’t heard anything about that, really, so I wouldn’t know.”
Sannidar nodded. "Can't say much about the first two questions, but I can certainly tell you that things like children and worrying about one's spouse are quite impractical."
“Right. Are either of you terribly busy? I could use some more books from a shelf in a nearby room.”
“K— I will go, should this knight in shining armour choose not to take the fair battle-maiden’s quest.”
Sannidar grinned at his compatriot.
The Iduneus raised an eyebrow. "Of course, m'lady. I shall be on my way with post-haste!"
That was a little over-dramatic, even for him, but whatever.
With that, he gave a flourishing bow, giving Larael ample time to state which specific books she'd be needing. Or all of them. She was probably going to make him do multiple trips back and forth. A flicker of amusement passed through him, turning his lips upwards.
He gestured to the other Iduneus with a jerk of his head, indicating that Kerberos was free to accompany him on this venture, before slipping out.
Sannidar took a moment to breathe in deeply the air about him. It appeared as if he'd gotten a new project--something that started out as simple flirting had, apparently, turned into challenge accepted.
It appeared as if his schedule for the next few months, years, or the rest of his life had suddenly gotten much busier.
He began to make his way towards the library. Perhaps I should bring something back for her. Swing by the kitchens on my return, see if I can't pick up some sort of sweet.
"Not a bad idea at all," he murmured to himself. Gifts always were helpful towards increasing one's approval rating.
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Post by Kerberos the Subversive on Jan 17, 2014 3:39:43 GMT
“Can't say much about the first two questions, but I can certainly tell you that things like children and worrying about one's spouse are quite impractical.” Kerberos just nodded. “ I see, I see,” he murmured, perhaps too quiet to be heard. “Of course, m'lady. I shall be on my way with post-haste.” The man bowed, and after a few seconds a smile passed over his face. He jerked his head in Kerberos’ direction before heading off. Kerberos raised a brow, glancing back at the Pryfektus, then to where the Ideneus had left. “ Follow-through is important, isn’t it?” “ Kerberos, be wary. Humans are unpredictable.” “ That’s what Kerberos is hoping, Huginn. That is what Kerberos is indeed hoping.” A grin parted his lips wide enough to show teeth. He made his way out of the room, feet quick but silent. Two interesting creatures in one day? It was lucky, really. The Pryfektus was on a routine, most likely, and Kerebros could bother her when he pleased. But the Ideneus he had to learn more about to keep track of. The Ideneus in question had stopped in front of the door, subtle motions about his chest indicating deep breathing. Well, that and the sound. The man seemed to contemplate something as he walked off in a direction that must have led to the library. Following him, soft words drifted into Kerberos’ ears. “Not a bad idea at all.” It was the man’s voice, but it sounded oddly out of context. “ What’s not a bad idea?” he asked. He walked up to the man’s side, head tilted. “ Does he have a plan for extracurricular activity?” Another grin. “ Perhaps to do with his infatuation with Pryfektus Astriddottir?” “ Maybe those are too big of words for him.” “ Considering his theatrics, I doubt it.” Tags: Larael Astriddottir, @sannidar Inspiration: I dunno. Notes: IT FEELS SHORT SORRY ABOUT THAT. Kerby's kind of... watching, I guess? Table made by Opal.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2014 2:09:30 GMT
“What’s not a bad idea? Does he have a plan for extracurricular activity? Perhaps to do with his infatuation with Pryfektus Astriddottir?”
Sannidar raised an eyebrow at the other Iduneus, matching his grin. He began to walk, setting a rather swift pace across the deck of the Drakonborg, expecting the rather strange man to keep up with him.
"Well, I was just thinking... We'll pass by the kitchens on our way back, y'know?"
The question was rhetorical; all Drakonrhedi knew the layout of the Drakonborg by heart.
"And people love gifts. And people love food. So why not make a gift of some nice type of food? Like... cake. Cake sounds good."
He clasped his hands behind his head, stretching slightly before relaxing.
"That's another thing. Gifts and flattery will quickly win people over. Again, they both have to be applied very carefully, but... well worth it, if you can pull it off correctly."
He pushed open the door to the library, a dry breeze smelling of old paper and mustiness greeting his senses. Sannidar sauntered in, perusing the shelves for the books Larael had indicated. He gathered them in the crook of his arm, then raised an eyebrow at the other Iduneus.
"Well, ready to swing by the kitchens quickly? I'm certain they won't mind if we snag some goodies for ourselves, too."
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Post by Kerberos the Subversive on Jan 21, 2014 21:05:04 GMT
Kerberos kept pace with the Ideneus easily. Every now and then he skipped along instead of merely walking, clearly bored with having to actually walk to places. How barbaric. Running was so much more efficient. Flying even more so. “ You only say that because you have no patience.” Before Kerberos could snap back at Muninn, the other Ideneus spoke. “Well, I was just thinking... We'll pass by the kitchens on our way back, y'know?” He perked up. “ Kitchens? Yes, yes, the kitchens. What about them?” Silently he reviewed his status. A bit peckish, yes. “And people love gifts. And people love food. So why not make a gift of some nice type of food? Like... cake. Cake sounds good.” He stretched out, hands moving behind his head, before continuing. “That's another thing. Gifts and flattery will quickly win people over. Again, they both have to be applied very carefully, but... well worth it, if you can pull it off correctly.” “ Cake…” A tilt of the head. “ Is cake a delicacy, then? Why cake?” “ It is a dessert. Desserts are typically a self-given reward for finishing the previous meal.” “ Perhaps you should have said that before I asked him.” “ Well, dear Kerberos, you didn’t ask us.” He watched as the other Ideneus pushed open the door to the library, and briefly appreciated the distinct scent of old tree corpses. He followed the man closely, eyes darting about the shelves. Books of human history and adventures and strategy. He would have to come back and immerse himself in them. Perhaps then he would be closer to figuring out their motives and drive. He was suddenly aware that the two of them had stopped. He looked up at the other man, who was raising a brow, books held carefully in the crook of his arm. Kerberos said nothing, just raising a brow back, even as the man said, “Well, ready to swing by the kitchens quickly? I'm certain they won't mind if we snag some goodies for ourselves, too.” “ Do we require sustenance?” “ Affirmative. Actually, you required ‘sustenance’ two days ago.” “ Ah. Hah. Whoops.” There was a collective sigh. Kerberos just grinned. “ That sounds just fine,” he said aloud. “ One must say though, you look rather important with those books in hand.” “ Why are you telling him that?” “ Bored. Wanting to see his reaction. Nothing better to do. I can go on.” “ Please don't.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2014 1:05:23 GMT
“Kitchens? Yes, yes, the kitchens. What about them?”
This poor fellow really had no clue about anything. The simplest of logic appeared to escape him at times--although, in other instances, he seemed exceptionally keen. It set Sannidar wondering about the lad's parents. How had they managed to raise such an odd child, and yet get him accepted into an organization such as the Drakonrhedi? Moreover, how had he survived? He was obviously hiding some talent with a blade, or else he wouldn't be to the point that he was now (and would also probably be considerably more leery about bothering a Pryfektus).
“Cake…”
Sannidar raised an eyebrow, waiting for the man to continue.
“Is cake a delicacy, then? Why cake?”
"Haven't you ever tried cake?" Sannidar didn't really bother to keep the alarmed surprise out of his voice. "Well, if you haven't, we'd better get you some too."
He was glad that his companion had assented to their trip, although Sannidar probably would've run off to complete it even without the other Iduneus's company.
“One must say though, you look rather important with those books in hand.”
Sannidar chuckled. "Oh, yes. I'm just the epitome of sophistication, aren't I? Obviously, I am well-versed in knowledge extending far beyond the backs of these tomes."
The sarcasm practically radiated off of his words as he began to march out of the library and towards the kitchen, shifting the books so that he had a hand free for cake.
((Sorry to end it here, had to go study.))
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Post by Kerberos the Subversive on Jan 28, 2014 0:24:13 GMT
“Haven't you ever tried cake?” The alarm in the man’s voice caused Kerberos to blink in confusion. “Well, if you haven't, we'd better get you some too.” Cake must have been good, then. Delicious. Wonderful. Scrumptious. He smiled, almost stupidly, muttering lowly to himself as he followed the man. “ Caaake. Caaake? Cake. Caaaake.” “ Kerberos.” “ What?” he said, realizing too late that it was Huginn, not the other Ideneus, who had been speaking. Of course. The Ideneus didn’t know his pseudonym, let alone his real name. The other Ideneus had been talking, however. Maybe he hadn’t heard? Of course, it would be Kerberos’ luck that he would have regardless. “ Kerberos, you appear to be drooling.” He frowned, wiping at his lips with the back of his hand. “ How primitive.” “ Be careful, Kerberos. Slipping here could be disastrous.” “ I know, I know.” He watched the other Ideneus carefully. If he were lucky, the man would merely write it off as one of his peculiarities. If he kept up this irregular behaviour, his position might fall into question. That would not be good, mostly for the fact that it could lead to some incredible strife. “ Heh heh. Strife.” “ What is so funny about that particular word?” “ Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.” Tags: Larael Astriddottir, @sannidar Inspiration: ;~; Notes: Sorry it's so late. I don't know what kind of pace we want. ;~; Table made by Opal.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 3:22:06 GMT
They were nearly to the kitchen when the Iduneus started muttering again.
“Caaake. Caaake? Cake. Caaaake.”
Sannidar looked to him, one brow raised questioningly.
"What?"
Halvison chuckled. "You seem rather excited about this ordeal."
However, it appeared as if the man had already zoned out. a little strange, yes. Harmless? Probably not. Keep an eye on him? Sounds about right. Of course, the Drakonrhedi had no under-abundance of odd fellows. An organization like this brought in tons of oddballs, and if he was speaking honestly, Sannidar was probably one of them.
The two had reached the kitchens, the door to which Sannidar opened with his shoulder--a much less flashy and startling, yet still as effective, entrance than before. In front of them stretched a long room, filled with counters and cupboards and a thin island down the middle. Filled with noise and a good amount of people, the Iduneus didn't particularly like hanging out in them.
However, but a few meters in, there was their prize: a large cake, fluffy white inside and chocolate frosting encrusting it in a layer of sugar, with plates stacked beside. A knife was provided but didn't appear to have actually been used--most Drakonrhedi were very loyal to their particular knives, even if they weren't meant for cutting cake.
Sannidar pulled a knife from his pocket and sliced up two large pieces, levering one carefully onto the platter and snatching a fork from a pile of unsorted silverware.
"You'll have to grab your own, my hands are full."
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