Glade 25th, 4620
The Coven of Scaeva
Salen had returned with Tiberius, who appeared to be drained from Dahlia's demands. There was no pleasing the woman as just as there wasn't pleasing a creature of Brazim's whims. "Tiberius! That isn't any good, I've asked you to dispose of Ariel Namakra, you have the information, so why did you come back? I told you to get rid of her?" She growled out as Salen watched the whole thing conspire between the two of them, knowing that Dahlia herself was a difficult woman. Her glare was frosty, cold and sharp as if daggers were coming out of her eyes. If she were a Brand mage, she would be flying swords in every direction by now as her voice filled with ungrateful anger. Tiberius appeared to be further agitated by her demands "Look, Dahlia, you're the one on the glass pedestal, cut us some slack. I know you're not happy." Dahlia laughed before her face went serious.
"Of course not, I ask you to do one thing, it isn't done." She looked at both of them with stern anger as her eyes shifted towards Salen, standing up to assert her dominance upon the men, despite being short of stature "Must I do everything myself? Incompetent!" Dahlia chastised them both as she turned around.
"But..."
"Get out of my sight, both of you!"
Salen rolled his eyes at the sudden temper tantrum as she left her office, knowing she would have another one of her temper tantrums. It was time for the two men to leave "Drink?" Tiberius asked as his eyes shifted to the right, before making direct eye contact. Salen knew that look very well, it wasn't a plea for a drink but more of a suggestion. He raised his eyebrow, before looking as if thinking for a moment "Don't lie to me, Tibers..." Salen could see right through that lecherous grin. It was endearing, but at the same time there was something pressing on Salen's mind.
Something that wasn't quite right.
The Streets of Amoren
The craving's were high for the two Corvo men, young of age. It appeared that they would take a walk amongst the seediest of places. Though there were always eyes in the dark. Eyes looking for that one thing. Opportunity. For years the Daravinic Entente choose to continue their games of vile politics and indulge in debaucherous actions, as did the Reveler's who watched over their every move and perhaps delved into some of the chaos themselves.
Atleast, that wasn't a thing to worry about for the two men. Salen would toss a coin for the peasant begging on the streets as he came to an alleyway "Tiberius, why are we?" The Sil'Norai male was always full of surprises, yet there was an ominous feeling, knowing where they were going. Amoren clearly had it's secrets, as did Salen and Tiberius. They were secrets they shared with each other, but before they could delve further into the darkness. He stopped.
Salen heard something clattering as he narrowed his eyes vigilantly. Were they being followed? Tiberius drew his blade from the scabbard of his belt and looked around with caution in his eyes. Weither it was another member of the Daravinic Entente, or a simple thief. It was best to keep their eyes upon the area. They never knew what could crop up next.
The Coven of Scaeva
Salen had returned with Tiberius, who appeared to be drained from Dahlia's demands. There was no pleasing the woman as just as there wasn't pleasing a creature of Brazim's whims. "Tiberius! That isn't any good, I've asked you to dispose of Ariel Namakra, you have the information, so why did you come back? I told you to get rid of her?" She growled out as Salen watched the whole thing conspire between the two of them, knowing that Dahlia herself was a difficult woman. Her glare was frosty, cold and sharp as if daggers were coming out of her eyes. If she were a Brand mage, she would be flying swords in every direction by now as her voice filled with ungrateful anger. Tiberius appeared to be further agitated by her demands "Look, Dahlia, you're the one on the glass pedestal, cut us some slack. I know you're not happy." Dahlia laughed before her face went serious.
"Of course not, I ask you to do one thing, it isn't done." She looked at both of them with stern anger as her eyes shifted towards Salen, standing up to assert her dominance upon the men, despite being short of stature "Must I do everything myself? Incompetent!" Dahlia chastised them both as she turned around.
"But..."
"Get out of my sight, both of you!"
Salen rolled his eyes at the sudden temper tantrum as she left her office, knowing she would have another one of her temper tantrums. It was time for the two men to leave "Drink?" Tiberius asked as his eyes shifted to the right, before making direct eye contact. Salen knew that look very well, it wasn't a plea for a drink but more of a suggestion. He raised his eyebrow, before looking as if thinking for a moment "Don't lie to me, Tibers..." Salen could see right through that lecherous grin. It was endearing, but at the same time there was something pressing on Salen's mind.
Something that wasn't quite right.
The Streets of Amoren
The craving's were high for the two Corvo men, young of age. It appeared that they would take a walk amongst the seediest of places. Though there were always eyes in the dark. Eyes looking for that one thing. Opportunity. For years the Daravinic Entente choose to continue their games of vile politics and indulge in debaucherous actions, as did the Reveler's who watched over their every move and perhaps delved into some of the chaos themselves.
Atleast, that wasn't a thing to worry about for the two men. Salen would toss a coin for the peasant begging on the streets as he came to an alleyway "Tiberius, why are we?" The Sil'Norai male was always full of surprises, yet there was an ominous feeling, knowing where they were going. Amoren clearly had it's secrets, as did Salen and Tiberius. They were secrets they shared with each other, but before they could delve further into the darkness. He stopped.
Salen heard something clattering as he narrowed his eyes vigilantly. Were they being followed? Tiberius drew his blade from the scabbard of his belt and looked around with caution in his eyes. Weither it was another member of the Daravinic Entente, or a simple thief. It was best to keep their eyes upon the area. They never knew what could crop up next.