Of Blood and Promises (Invite)
Dec 24, 2023 7:56:31 GMT -5
Post by Lady Kamille Verlithax on Dec 24, 2023 7:56:31 GMT -5
Kamille didn't look that much fazed for being in the place they were - could make you wonder what kind of company she kept. Still, it made sense: it was pretty well known she pranced around both at the highest circles of nobility and the dirtiest backalleys and lowborn stabilishments anywhere. Perhaps she might've judged Shaa a bit on that regard, because she didn't think his reputation could suffer if they were seen at places like that.
It reminded her of the time she had to work undercover as a lady of the night to extract some information from a very careful criminal. She wondered what Shaa would think of her if she told him the story, but refrained from doing so. Unsurprizingly, the mission ended in an explosion.
The Witch waits for Shaa to arrange the place as he sees fit, and doesn’t look surprised that he chose the floor. He doesn’t look like the kind of person to indulge in soft feather beds - even if those beds were anything but comfortable. She was better off not thinking much about it, or else she'd have the irresistible urge to torch everything up.
Still, she laid her cloak on the bed before laying on it. The bedroom was slightly claustrophobic, even for herself that usually didn’t have a problem with confined spaces. She'd rather not focus on that, and so turned her attention to Shaa's questions.
"If this is what you're thinking, there's no need to feel compelled to repay me in any way. If I'm going to be honest, Shaa, I've always wanted to see the Mage's Guild and the Fighter's Guild in good terms. It can start with us, and that would be enough for me."
It was not the first time Kamille mentioned wanting to make the two main guilds put their ancient rivalry aside, but very little was known as to why she wanted that. Kamille's appreciation of Shaa was genuine, and she smiled at him before turning to face the ceiling, thoughtful. The dancing flame was small, and not much was visible - but her eyes were not seeing anything anyway. Her mind wandered for a moment, before she came back.
"With that in mind, I do owe a friend a favor around here - his name is Baram. He's probably on his way to become a Court Wizard right now, but we were once under the apprenticeship of the same Master. Someone had the wild idea of trying to get us to marry, which would've certainly end in me ~mysteriously~ becoming a young widow."
It was even more complicated than that, but she chuckled at the story. It felt like a story that belonged to another person, and maybe it was: it was the story of Apprentice Kamille, and not that of the Witch of Moonglade. And gladly, the Witch and Baram were good allies and friends, even if Apprentice Kamille and Apprentice Baram were a pain in each others asses.
"He can’t get tangled up and be associated with more shady stuff right now. But he told me once of a smuggler that he thought might've stolen his family crest, and needed to be reminded of his place."