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"But with all the magic using over powered min ma.......the ******** did you say?"

Dagoth was about to launch into a tirade about how foolish that had to be considering the amount of meta-humans, demons, fae and other magic folk that covered every square inch of this place. He even had some wonderful one liners lined up before Roan knocked him for six. His face was more telling than his attempts at being macho and jovial about this, he couldn't hide the confusion in his brow, the anger in his eyes and the sadness welling up in his throat. The pirate looked once again like a complete emotional wreck, after a moment of silence he started stomping that back down.

"I don't have any family. They are dead, I had crew and friends but most of them are dead. Whatever game this is, isn't funny or appreciated Roan."

"No."

Dagoth got up and looked at the goblet and then at Roan, he was trying hard not to start freaking out. Roan had spent the last few months crashing against his walls to the point they had crumbled one after another. This wasn't raw or even a mark of shame it was loss, complete and utter loss to him. The Pirate did not want to know if he was right or wrong, he didn't want to be drugged into doing and he sure as hell wasn't prepared to back down.

"I'm leaving."

Dagoth turned towards the door and began to move.

"Running again pirate?"

She sat back, face impassive, just watching.

"If you think I'm just testing you, good. It means you listened early on. But in this case, I genuinely have a woman downstairs whose identity I cannot as yet confirm or deny. The easiest way for me to do so is for you to simply tell me if you know her or not.

If not, in the interests of security and efficiency, I will simply have her killed. Necromancers are trouble, and I will not abide one knowing of my home and existence if I have no good reason to keep them alive.
And believe me... if you tell me you don't know her, I will kill her myself as a spy.

One thing I will tell you as an absolute no matter what... if you run now, my door will forever remained closed to you. As you are now, I have completed the work I said I would on your behalf. Your work in the warehouse will be compensation enough for fixing you up. Run away now, and the contract is closed, and our relationship at an end.


Choose you path carefully, Dagoth. The world is too complicated to live in it with regrets."

She crossed one leg over the other, and sat back to wait. The goblet sat between them, its contents swirling slightly from her movement to put it down. Even as they spoke, her wrist wound was knitting, as were his own wounds, in front of her eyes. Whatever his choice, she was satisfied he was vastly improved from the way he had been when they first met. If he left now... she was content that it would be enough for her to live without the very regrets she was warning him against.







"Her Ladyship gleaned some small amount of information about the group sir helped to identify and deal with last eve. As yet however, she is being detained pending confirmation of her identity. Sir will no doubt take pleasure that she is in good health, thanks to your efforts, and I believe she will wish to speak with you in person once it is known she is no agent of the enemy."

Answering candidly, Jan busied himself tidying a few more odds and ends as Corbin organised his stock, sighing in regret that many of the custom made shelves, stands and holsters had been destroyed beyond use in the inferno. While much had been replaced and scrubbed down until no sign of the damage remained, anyone who ad seen the layout of the room prior to the incident could only feel remorse at the spartan feel of the place in its current condition.
Ultimately however, the necessary items to equip the staff were present, and Jan contented himself with this.

"I believe the young lady is claiming lineage with the gentleman seaman, though the validity of this hasn't yet been established. May I urge you to caution on your mission sir? While the museum is a laudable target, and shouldn't provide you with too much challenge beyond the expected.... it is often wise to watch ones back around the Lord Deceit."

"I mean it only in the same way 'young master' means 'the t**t that tried to grab a weapon containing an entity of pure evil on its own say so', if you'll pardon my french sir."

Jan had to fight very hard to keep his grin to a wry smirk on his normally deadpan features. He listened attentively as Corbin discussed the witch, then chuckled.

"I think you will soon come to find that the Lady has a tendency to regard all things within her personal sphere of influence to be 'her job'. I am sad to say that when this comes to include killing, she is rather good at it."

And then the mention of Ice. Jan looked at Corbin with some trepidation as he tapped his nose, almost dreading the answer to his next question.

"And what would that be, sir? The last young man to upset Lord Deceit in a physical manner arrived here somewhat precipitously and in pain."

"Sir, I regret to say, that along with the Lady, if he was merely out to kill any of us, I would feel a lot safer."

Disgust briefly showed on Jan's face, before he put the goat legged horror from his mind, and took a seat on a crate opposite Corbin, sighing lightly as he peeled off his gloves and sat back.

"I have known her Ladyship longer than most, and remember much that may perhaps have been best forgotten. Time is a terrible disease, changing people. who the Lady is doesn't bother me so much as my memory of who she was, and could have been. And who I would have been, given a chance.

Life is not fair, Corbin, nor is it kind. Enjoy the moments of joy and peace, it is always better to have happy memories on which to rely than the traumatic ones."

She sat impassive as he spoke, careful not to change her expression in any way as another wall came down, another tidbit of information was given to her. Truth be told, she hadn't actually wanted to pry into his past, it had simply been part of the issue at hand. Regardless, she took it in quietly and without undue reaction.

"The blood can do that. But willpower should never be underestimated. I have yet to meet anyone who does not harbour respect for my retainer, Jan. Let him be your anchor, if you need it. He is living proof the blood need not rule all you do.

Just as the mention of family need not always be bad. If she is your sister, it will be good for you. If not, we will put the spectre to bed, and send a message to anyone else who would try to play with us so.

They say you cannot choose family. True, one may not choose blood and nature of birth... but we choose those we treat as family, and make our own when we need to. Drink, and lets go and settle this now, before it has a chance to haunt you."

Catching the smokes, but merely gently sliding the lighter into the gap left by those which had been taken out already, he closed the pack and passed them back to Corbin with a small smile, before pulling his gloves back on, and settling his features back into the 'normal' butler façade he usually wore.

"I speak with great confidence when I say you have yet to understand how the Lady feels about anything, young master. I know however she would be heartened to see such determination in you.
be cautious, and remember to call should you need anything. Your bike will be awaiting you within five minutes, sir."

Bowing slightly, the butler locked the armoury back up and vanished into the bowels of the house to ensure the same bike Corbin had been granted use of previously was once again made available to him.