Of Messages, Mages & Meetings [Private]
Dec 2, 2022 17:09:15 GMT -5
Post by Seron on Dec 2, 2022 17:09:15 GMT -5
Another half a decade had passed.
Which for Seron meant only one thing, an actually pleasant meeting with a familiar face. Most people he spoke with these days were trying to get something out of him, not out of a shared interest, but for their own gains. And frankly, after a century or two, he'd had more than enough of it. A chance to speak on topics he could with few others was a welcome distraction from his mind and while he had planned to head straight to Frost Gale, a small stop of within Capital Landing wouldn't do any harm if it was only for a little while. Nothing he had to do across the seas was critical after all, he'd have plenty of time to wrap other matters up once he arrived there. Yet for the moment rather then set foot into an almost frozen wasteland, the crowded city streets of the Capital would be his home instead. At least for the next few days anyway.
Crowded streets for a place such as this were nothing new, yet the elven male ensured he avoided the busiest of them wherever he could. Holding no desire to get caught up in mass gatherings of people, or being insisted upon to purchase one thing or another. At the very least, after so many visits out here, the city got easier to navigate each time and having a destination in mind only made the trip smoother. Though rarely within the city for long periods of time, there were still a few that knew of him. People he'd encountered before on various trips, and as he stepped into the Brass Dragon with all of the typical accents of bright crimson and shimmering gold lining the walls, a familiar face nodded to him. Rarely did he step into places as, constantly busy as this, without a good reason.
"If you could set it up as you did before, that would be most helpful." A calm and conversational tone, exchange of a small amount of coin as to be expected for such an establishment, and a knowing grin from the young man before him before he was led across the space. A secluded corner away from the loudest of the bunch was all he asked, given he had no desire to speak with anyone via shouting at them and hoping they understood, the extra fee to ensure that could be avoided was worth it. That and very few tended to disturb you when they were aware you could destroy a building with a wave of the hand. And not just him, but his expected company as well. It would be enough to make sure no one was trying to listen in, hopefully.
Thankfully, even with a drink already in hand, without alcohol for the meantime - he did not have to wait very long. Everyone had things to do and places to be, but this little gathering of theirs had always been something they had kept to for the past few decades now. A small notebook half open on the table before him, long fingers gripping a clearly well used scrap of charcoal, idly working lines along the page as storm-filled eyes looked up. The corners of his mouth turning upwards in that moment as his hand slowly began to slow, though not entirely even as he spoke up to address the woman and her new company, well sort of new.
"Five years already, how time passes so quickly these days. A pleasure to see you again Kamille." A slight incline of his head, a show of respect as he gestured for her to sit before his gaze fixated on her companion. "And you, must be little Mischief that I've heard plenty about." An amused glance given towards his friend and Mischief's owner before he reached into his pocket, setting a small portion of what appeared to be a rather gleaming if broken off part of a rather fine necklace at one point or another into the palm of his hand. An offering of sorts.