An Audience with House Oriol [Ortza]

[Salen]

Dahlia smiled as he offered his privacy, although she remained quiet; her body language was more suggestive, provocative. Eventually she followed as she stared over at him "Agreed..." She said as she followed him to his office "Salen, feel free to dabble in the graces of the lord's hospitality" She would look Savero directly in the eyes. It appears her beguiling abilities were working upon the man. It was not the first time she had done this, although Salen was wondering what they'd get up to. He knew Dahlia very well that her secrets would not be revealed. Perhaps, they weren't sharing secrets.

He raised an eyebrow at the Velsign and smirked, before talking to him "So... We're alone now." He pondered as he looked at the other man with curiosity; the large exterior of the other male was surprising to Salen. He had never seen a Velsign up close "Doesn't your Lord let you join in on the parties at times, or are you just perched like a gargoyle at your post? Sounds like a miserable life you've got going on. Why don't you live a little?" He asked, staring at him with his eyes as he tried to beguile the Velsign by making eye contact; it was much weaker than Dahlia's since she had more experience in using the very boons that were given to her by the Reveler himself.

He knew he would be a tough cookie to crack, but a little company at the party was all Salen wanted, no matter what orders he had to follow, he was hoping he could bend the rules for once and give into his own selfish desires.

[Ortza Ybarra]

Now another point of confusion; Ortza turned toward the man - Salen - with a raised brow. Was he talking to him? Why would an Entante want to talk to him out of all people here? It's not like he was Veir, or even Valran. He studied the smaller man curiously, thinking his response over.

".... We aren't alone. We're at a party," Ortza finally spoke. Direct, and to the point. Honest, literal. His voice has a slight roughness to it, as if it wasn't used often. It probably wasn't. "And it's my job to make sure he's safe. I'm not Entante. These events aren't for me." A slight flush rose and fell from Ortza's cheeks. This man was. Perplexing. It felt like he was being goaded with words, rather than with movements like in a sparring match. He was used to seeing people exchange these sorts of words, but not being at the end of it.

His head cocked to the side slightly. "Are you asking me to join you in mingling? There are many Houses here - they will have many more interesting things to discuss for Veir such as yourself. I am just a Zaldunire of House Oriol." Was he deflecting? Perhaps. But Ortza didn't know how to discuss his live. It didn't feel miserable to him. But he hadn't lived any other life.

[Salen]

Salen raised an eyebrow at how direct, blunt and strangely literal. His smirk widened into a grin, before he laughed "Hmm... Loyal ehh? Understandable. Well, suit yourself." He said with hint of laughter as he craftily knocked a vase over. It wabbled and jabbled about in place as it appeared to be on the verge of tipping over. He decided to join the party and mingle, although he did not engage in conversation. He observed and kept his eyes peered as he watched the room, knowing that someone may slip their tounge. It was a party, there was bound to be the exchange of alcohol and drugs across the room. It was how the Entente lived and it eventually loosened the mouths of their secrets.

It would be a grand, yet boring party for him to attend to, with nothing but deciphering the games of the elite. The best players would keep quite, would have alot more self-control. Atleast Salen didn't have to worry about the drawbacks of drugs, he would eventually barge into one by accident and smile, before slipping his hand through his pocket to grab what would be some rolled cigars, laced with marjiuana "Oh, how clumsy of me, apologies." He said as the nobleman appeared that he barged into appeared to be enamored by his appearance, to distracted to even notice the stolen goods he had taken from him.

The party would go on further as Salen satiated his desire for drugs in small doses.

Two hours later, Dahlia would walk out of Savero's office as she radiated the Mask. Was it to make her look more radiant, or to hide the multitude of sins she has acquired in the office? Whatever it was, it was private. No one had to know. She stared over at Ortza and nodded "He'll be out in a moment." She smiled with an innocently feline look on her face. What they discussed remained a mystery, although it was revealed they had a plan "Where's Salen?" She asked as her look changed from seemingly friendly to stern and demanding. It was intense, yet filled with arrogance, anger and an air of narcissism. It was as if she owned the place.

[Obsequies]

An Audience with House Oriol

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Points awarded:

• +8 EXP

Lores:

• Spycraft: Observing Behaviours

• Spycraft: Observing Surroundings

• Spycraft: Learning Social Tells

• Spycraft: Becoming the Monster - Entente.

• Spycraft: Pretending to be someone's protege.

• Spycraft: Generic Lore 1

• Intimidation: Staring at someone oddly.

• Intimidation: Trying to size up an potential opponent.

• Intimidation: Snarky Remarks

• Larceny: Pickpocketing small items (Drugs)

Loot:

• N/A

Injuries:

• N/A

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Notes:
Tragic that this never got to finish. I like the interactions between all four characters. Dahlia and Savéro have a good back and forth, ahahah.