The world of Laifel

Tristan glanced sideways at the girl who had spoken. No, not a girl. Not with ears like that. But they aren't as pointed as they should be. In fact, there is barely a point at all. These crossbreeds sure are coming in by the dozens these days. It seems I've drawn a little too much attention to myself.
Tristan gave the crossbreed a tired smile, but he did not make room for her to sit. Being that trusting could lead to one getting knifed in the back. "Is there something that I can assist you with Ma'am?"

 

Eleanor smiled slightly, sitting down anyway against the tree next to the man's. She took her own time looking him up and down, taking in his attire and his kind face that she seemed to want to look at so much. "I'm looking for someone," she began easily. "I don't know his name, but you must know him. He's a human, about your height, quite the charismatic, practical speaker everyone was listening to a little while ago. Do you... know him?"

 

Tristan raised an eyebrow and made a smirk to one side. This girl's got a funny sense of humor. It's been a good while since I've had something I've wanted to laugh at.
Tristan made an effort to sit up straighter "You mean that man about ya tall, with brown hair cut short, and blue eyes. Yeah, I know him. you couldn't have picked a better person to ask. I probably know him better than anybody. Or is it that chubby little mayor, over there, that you speak of?"

 

Trenyan could only wonder why his old friend wanted him in Ilianam. "I've wasted enough time as is. Ok, Flame Burst, time to move", he told his wolf.
The crossbreed then mounted his wolf and set his eyes towards the west.
"I do hope that no more incidents with Lizards happen. But, if what that Shaper predicted proves true..." Trenyan was thinking deeply. "Could it be because of the Lizard's supposed "war declaration" that my friend calls out to me?
No, I think not. Why would we care about Lizards? The last time we've had to fight them was... except yesterday... well, I don't even remember..."

Trenyan could think of many reasons which required his presence, but none seemed to fit in the situation.

 

Eleanor actually smiled further. "Yes, the blue-eyed one," she replied smoothly. "That means to fit his description perfectly! You see, I have a question to ask him. He's seems to be a very... very important man who could lead himself into a lot of trouble. So... I'm here, willing to help him."

 

Tristan frowned. "Help? In what way?"

 

Eleanor's smile faded, though she stayed calm and caught the man's eye. "I'm not saying you can't take care of yourself and aren't capable of anything like that on your own," she stated. "But things around here haven't been safe lately, and I was wondering if you needed any help."

 

"Even with help, these villagers aren't going to make to the capital alive. Unless I... But then I'll...." Tristan's smiled sadly as he looked at the ground.
"Why am I so afraid?" He muttered softly to himself. "It would be just like taking a long needed nap."

 

Eleanor felt a bit of pity enter her heart. She wanted to reach out and comfort the man, but stopped herself, still not sure what he'd do.

"We both know that some will die," she answered matter-of-factly. "The point is to help as many as we possibly can. Trust me... I'm good at this kind of thing; I know how you feel... as far as fear is concerned..."

 

Tristan was half listening. He nodded slowly. "What can you do?"

 

Eleanor shrugged, this usually not being a question she was asked. "Anything a crossbreed human-Cylian girl can handle," she began vaguely. "Sorry, I mean... you can ask specifics, but I'm usually hired for anything a normal mercenary can handle. Honestly, though, I do want to help these people. I kind of have a soft spot for humans."

 

OOC: Reading hurts mah brain... ><

BIC: Aidou and Aduial had slowed to the back of the group. He knew the distance wouldn't really help at all when it came to his hunger, but he did get to hear an interesting conversation. It was between a male and a female, and it seemed a bit tense.
"Looks like he's popular," the Vampire murmured.

"What is it?" Aduial asked, wondering if they should just split from the town's people and go their own way.

"Nothing," Aidou answered smoothly. "Just picking up some information."

 

Tristan gave her a surprised look. "You, you're a mercenary?!" Suddenly, Tristan became all too aware of the daggers at her waist. "I see, interesting. Do you think you can lead these people safely to the capital?"

 

Eleanor smirked, glad she'd gotten his interest. "It depends how many there are; if the group is exceedingly huge it might be hard to handle them all on my own, but I'm sure I can manage something."

 

"Alright," Aduial decided not to push the subject. Hesitantly, she suggested, "We could stop if you need to."

"I can wait until nightfall," Aidou replied, knowing what the Cylian was talking about. "Besides, I've got you. Relax," He added. "It was a joke."

"Oh," Aduial mumbled. She was still getting used to Vampire humor.

 

"I would need you to look after the entire village. don't worry though, Once I'm done here, You won't have many Lizards on your tail. I also would need you to give warning to the Duke of Cheslidair. He's a good man. Tell him Tristan sent you. I'm willing to pay in advance."

OOC: Cheslidair shall be the capital of Baflee. I will update the map.

 

OOC: k sounds good to me! :D

BIC: Eleanor nodded reluctantly. "I can do that," she replied slowly, thinking of details. "Just give me a rough number of those that need to be transported, how they'll be moving, and when they want to leave. And," she added quickly. "A method to contact you with once I've reached Cheslidair with the people."

 

"I'd say a little over a hundred. They be traveling mostly on foot. The ones that don't will be in a wagon and on horse. They should be about ready to leave in less than a hour." Tristan pulled out three bags of gold from his sack and tossed it to the girl. He then forced himself to stand. "I'll inform the mayor that I shall not be going with him."

 

Eleanor caught the gold, standing as well. "I..." she began slowly, and then stopped herself. What's wrong with you? she snapped at herself. Where the hell is your professional manner, how you act in front of clients? Here you are stuttering like an idiot... get a grip on yourself, El.

"Where are you off to, then?" she started instead. "Rallying more villagers and making more speaches?"

 

"I'm staying behind. This will be the last place that I'll ever see. I'm going to wipe this town off the map."

OOC: YAY! 200