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- Posted: Sun, 04 Nov 2012 03:35:02 +0000
Denre's emergence from the outer edge of the room brought more attention than she would have liked. Ideally she would have just slipped out and drawn no more attention. It was her fault of course; she had felt too awkward to simply reveal herself in the first place. It had only gotten worse the longer she stayed in the shadows of the pillar and she knew that eventually she would have to come out into the centre of the room. Becky's entrance had served as the necessary catalyst to put Denre into motion. Despite having entered Denre still hadn't said anything. She rolled ideas on her tongue. Almost said something and stopped herself and repeated. Denre remained unaware to the conversation between Abel, Xan and Becky as she attempted to bring some form of speech to mind. Last night had been confusing to say the least. Not once had Denre intended to offend Xanthia. Everything after their encounter was hazy due to the blood loss. Why had Xanthia come to her rescue afterwards. She had seemed tearful as well, rather than a grudging rescue. This confused turmoil of thoughts left her in silence. Her thoughts drifted to the scene she had just witnessed, no doubt there would be questions asked after the meeting. Denre had no intention of spilling such secrets. Simply wishing to act the agent of peace on this one Denre realized no good would come to anyone if she revealed such secrets had she wanted to.
Denre's thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of Jhan and the prince. Noting the prince's presence Denre sat up straighter in her chair. Her face bore a mask of concern. Why was the prince attending this meeting? Was it really of such importance as to involve a Rhakoven? Denre wondered at just how important this mission was. She had signed up for a treasure hunt; maybe even a trek into someplace dangerous. The prince's mere presence led Denre to believe that this mission was something on an entirely different level. Xanthia had seemed quite worked up about what she found in the journal. The more Denre thought about it the more the more she realized she wanted out. There was of course one small problem with that route. Jhandel knew something of her origin. She hadn't spent two hundred years searching for her the nature of her origin simply as a hobby. The burning question had fuelled her for as long as she had been able to think. She would like to think that there was a happy story behind it -maybe a being sent from the heaven's- but everything about her power led her to believe the contrary. No, this was not some supernatural power; but rather a curse. She had to endure the centuries and the constant need to kill to sate a hunger she hardly understood. Even her name was invented; she had awoken without any earlier memory. Denre was just a moniker she had adopted in the last fifteen years. Even if it meant discovering that darkness that was behind her nature she needed to know. This man sitting across from her knew something that he hadn't told her yet and until he did it would take a damn lot of punishment to scare her away. Jhandel made his introduction.
"I have gathered you here today to discuss the purpose of our mission and address any concerns you may have. As I suspect there will be much to cover, I will ask we keep the introductions brief. Please,"
Becky spoke first and delivered an envelope; as timid as ever. Denre was about ready to gloss over the introductions when a name jumped out at her. Tierson; a hero of old. Old was relative of course when dealing with Denre. She remembered him from his younger days when he was still running around on the country side preforming deeds. She had seen the man fight once and his style was simply amazing. If there was one thing Denre pursued almost as much as her shrouded background it was learning the art of combat. To date she had a firm grasp of the use of all but the most exotic weaponry and mastery of a couple different weapons as well. Knife fighting was merely a small shred of her talents that she was currently fleshing out. If this woman was an apprentice of Tierson Denre would certainly need to spar against her if she could get past the ridiculous stammering. The techniques this woman must know! Denre shuddered slightly in anticipation of such a battle. Jhan's immediate approval of the request caught Denre a bit off guard. Denre ended up revealing her dark nature to Jhandel to buy her way into this quest and all this woman needed was a recommendation from a long retired hero? Mere promise of skill hadn't cut it for Denre and she sure as hell hoped it wasn't the other woman's demeanour that had impressed Jhandel. What else it could be Denre knew not though. Xanthia followed up after Becky with a question of her own; saving Denre from the decision of wether to speak next for another few minutes.
"How far south?"