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 Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2021 9:24 pm
It was strange to be back in Oba.
The success of the pharmaceutical store in Belrea had gained Yunan quite the profit and after placing capable staff at the premises and securing two reliable partners the man found himself finally prepared to return home. He would have plenty of communication to keep tabs on the store while receiving his monthly earnings from the oversea shipments, something guaranteed as it was necessary for the Belrean store to receive supplies from Matori in order to keep the business operating. The shipment of goods would leave his storefront in Matori as soon as the monthly earnings came in along with a list of necessary supplies that would be sent back to Belrea. It was a fairly smooth operation and honestly the least of his worries when he had almost thought that he would be returning back to the main continent alone. Nyko. Yunan closed his eyes as he ran a hand along the sleeping Matori man’s cheek, their current arrangement in the Sulburi inn making him quite comfortable. At first he thought Nyko would be staying in Belrea but then last second the songbird had appeared at the docks with his belongings. Yunan was still adjusting to the fact that someone had willingly left to travel with him and he had made certain to enjoy every moment on the journey back with Nyko, far away from the gazes that would surely be upon him when he returned home.
Unfortunately as much as he wanted to take Nyko to his actual home in Matori there was business for him in Sulburi, something that his aunt had requested of him upon his return from Belrea. So here they were in a luxurious suite at an inn in Sulburi, the large room still enjoyable despite its location with a large bed and private bath similar to the rooms that Yunan kept in Belrea even though he missed some of the finer plumbing and other things that the more modern continent had. Somehow his aunt had managed to nearly ruin the start of a store in Sulburi and now he had to please some sponsors to get everything back on track. Yunan let out a soft sigh of frustration as he thought about it again. Some he had easily taken care of over the last few days in Sulburi but the most recent one...well that would probably take time. He just wondered what Nyko would think about the newest plan. It was a bit more complicated than just offering some music and entertainment to some noblewomen who could sweet talk their spouse. Capturing some man’s spoiled brat….what an interesting twist.
[Yunan 1]
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2021 3:18 pm
When he'd initially left Oba, Nyko had promised to only return when he could rip the very foundation away from the ones that oppressed him. In the beginning he never honestly thought he'd be coming back. His voice was a talent of course, one that had earned him plenty of praise back in Belrea, but in those days of doubt he'd attributed it to his being foreign. Still, as more and more Tendajians traveled across the sea his fame only grew. Even those that had been on the airship knew who he was, despite his efforts to downplay his looks for the sake of comfort, and naturally he'd had to make it a good trip for them, hadn't he?
Leaving Thessia behind had been hard. He still wasn't entirely sure if she'd love him the way he cared for her, but the parting was still a sore spot for him. While the love inside of him had died out the fight they'd had before he left was still fresh on his mind weeks later and that coupled with the anxiety of being back in Sulburi had taken it's toll on Nyko. It was harder for the matorian to go to sleep, but once he was out he was truly out.
Being with Yunan helped. The hybrid was a welcome distraction and a constant source of fascination for him. There was something about him that held Nyko like a snare...like a cage he'd willingly flown into.
Nyko made a loud sound in his sleep somewhere between a snore and a groan. He burrowed his face into the pillow, his hair no longer styled in perfectly quaffed curls but in it's naturally straightened state. One leg had been tossed over Yunan and his hands, which had been perfectly content cuddled close to the other man, were now pushing against him subconsciously.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2022 12:38 pm
"Mmm." Yunan's cool gaze slid over towards Nyko, his tongue clicking against the inside of his mouth as he studied the precarious state of the other man. He was not completely callous to Nyko's struggles and understood that coming back to Sulburi had been hard on him, especially after separating from everyone and everything he knew in Belrea, but Yunan was not one to baby others. While he enjoyed the additional warmth in his bed at night the hybrid was not one to laze about all day and so he allowed Nyko to push against him. "You're a mess." He whispered, almost affectionately, before breaking free from Nyko's leg and slipping away from the bed.
I was never much of one for sleeping past the sunrise. Yunan frowned before going over to a basin and washing his face, the man's fingers quickly tying any stray braids back into place. A golden pin secured the hairstyle before he started to arrange his attire, a silk tunic sliding over leggings whereas he had slept with very little on. While in Belrea he had kept to simpler styles the return to Oba required absolute perfection and Yunan carefully layered his golden accessories and applied his makeup as to show his growing status among the nobility. Piles of parchment held correspondence with others throughout the last few months while he had been returning to Oba from Belrea and it was the top one that gained his focus today. The final sponsor, the crucial piece of his scheme had to be obtained and the damn man was too busy obsessing over some spoiled runaway brat. "Time to wake up, Nyko." Yunan let out a sigh as he turned to face the bed, his hand flicking forward as he tossed an extra tunic towards the sleeping man.
He wouldn't admit that he had try to buy additional time for Nyko to rest, but he could wait no longer. He needed someone who could try to gain attention and help gather the intel that they needed. It would look like a simple day of shopping, but they would be doing stops along the way to talk to potential sponsors and gain the supplies that they needed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2022 3:50 pm
As Yunan left the bed the matorian grumbled a bit before adjusting his sleeping position. He slipped his arms under the pillow and fell back into a deep sleep. Years of working on Gilly's schedule meant that Nyko had grown used to a more nocturnal way of life which conflicted deeply with the servants upbringing he'd been forced to endure. As it was he wasn't likely to rise unless prodded which was, more often than not, exactly what happened when Yunan needed him.
At first he wanted to pretend like he hadn't been summoned, but when Nyko could no longer fight it he slowly sat up. Since he'd been burrowed into the pillow his body was facing the headboard, thus away from Yunan and the blankets fell down disfigured back to his bare backside. Nyko slowly raised his arms above his head and stretched, wincing as old scars pulled and muscle aches sat in. When he turned to look at the hybrid there was a fog over his eyes - as if the matorian was only vaguely aware of being awake.
He stared for a long while before slowly blinking and reaching for the tunic. "Water," he grumbled. Nyko slipped out of bed and rifled through his things until he found a suitable pair of pants. "Lemon. Lemon water.....ugh, I don't want to wear boots...it's Oba you don't wear boots here it's too hot..." Whether he was aware all of this was slipping out or if he thought it was all trapped in his consciousness remained to be seen.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2022 10:06 am
There was almost a look of amusement that flickered across Yunan's expression as he watched the other man fumbling about. "You have half an hour to prepare." He advised as he glanced over his reflection in the bronze mirror a final time. Everything was in place....at least for him. Yunan glanced over his shoulder at the Matori again, his head giving a slight shake as he stepped over some tossed belongings that were littering the floor (surely he would have the staff rearrange everything today since this was unacceptable) and slowly opened the door. He had to confirm that no new letters had arrived as it was and while it would be more fitting to have the staff bring everything to his room, Yunan didn't want to let wandering eyes study some of that correspondence.
"I'll be back shortly." He advised as the heavy door closed behind him, the warm stone floor somehow pristine despite the sands that littered the desert streets outside. Yunan was not about to stay at some lesser tavern or inn and had obviously picked one towards the center of the city where mostly wealthy merchants and travelers stayed, especially whenever there was a royal event or meeting. Not that Yunan wanted to deal with many royals unless they had some sort of interest in his business, but it did good to keep his image by showing that he could easily afford such a place in Sulburi. Despite his hybrid appearance the knowledge that he owned a business and came from Zenan wealth did enough to keep the bitter stares and comments down, something he had taken care of by having the first rude Oban tossed out on their a** from the inn upon arrival. He was fond of Nyko and dealt with his antics, but anyone else was not worth the time especially not in a country that placed so much pressure upon one's shoulders.
"Your mail, sir?" The petite Oban girl asked quietly, her gaze wandering towards the stone floor as she remembered very clearly what happened to the last worker who had not dealt well with serving the hybrid. Yunan felt energized by the girl's subtle behavior, his lesson from his arrival seeming to stick well.
"Yes." He gestured and held out his hand for the parchment, tucking them into his sash before pausing again. "I need a pitcher of water with...lemon slices." Yunan managed slowly, his gaze not reflecting the actual frustration he felt. Was it frustration, really? Yunan shoved the tangle of emotions to the side as he waited on the girl to scurry away and return with a crystal pitcher of water for him, the lemon slices floating along the surface. He took the offering, left a coin for her and left back towards the room. To be carrying water like he was some serv....it didn't matter. He would have his payment from Nyko later when this Oban situation was resolved and they were back at his ocean manor. Would a whole week of activities suffice before giving him another break? Yunan's lips twitched almost towards a grin at the mischievous thought before he finally opened the door towards their inn room.
"I brought water." He offered as he set the pitcher on the table that already had crystal goblets for their use. Yunan poured himself a glass before glancing towards Nyko to check on the status of his attempt to prepare himself for the day.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2022 6:55 pm
Nyko gave a faint murmur of agreement and grumpily got out of bed. For a moment he simply stood, slowly blinking to gather himself until the heat coming through the window was too much. With a few grumbled curses he tossed his tunic over his head and started in on his morning routine. The longer he was awake the more Nyko became aware of. Belrea had none of the dry heat that came with living in Oba so he'd already had to change his wardrobe to accommodate for it. The fabrics he wore were lighter to allow for more air to pass over his skin and the amount of cosmetics he wore in his daily life had been drastically reduced. What was the point when he was only going to sweat it off midday? A good, solid eye to draw attention and a little gloss to his lower lip; anymore and he was risking a haggard face.
Looking about the room as he dressed was still so odd for Nyko that he might have thought it a dream. Or some sort of sick nightmare. The only time he'd known of 'servants' going to rooms like these were at the behest of their 'employers' for private lessons...Thankfully he'd never had to worry about that. It was surprising, given his natural charm, and it might have happened if he wasn't such a damn thief.
At one point in his life he'd thought that true wealth was affording the same crimson garb that Obans wore.
Now he'd rather drink piss.
He'd been in the process of fluffing his curls when the door to their room opened and with his fingers still coiling around his azure locks, Nyko turned. "Lemon water?" As he approached he gave one last fluff and looked inside the pitcher. When he saw that it was he smiled and poured himself a glass. "What's on the agenda for today?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2022 12:14 pm
"You're spoiled." That was Yunan's only response though as he turned away from the Matori there was a hint of a smile on his lips that quickly disappeared whenever he opened the recent scroll that he had gotten. The man's fingers tightened on the parchment as he poured over the crisp calligraphy, his gaze narrowing with frustration as he tossed the thing onto the table. "You'll be thankful to hear that we won't be attending any meetings today." It was a good break from visiting patron after patron, getting their purses to open up to sponsor another shop in the capital while entertaining their ridiculous requests and the like. Thankfully he had Nyko to distract the more bothersome patrons that usually wanted more, an outcome of frustrated marriages that resulted in spouses wanting some sort of tryst or to catch another in one or those that were still so endeared to one another that anything interesting would only add to their pleasantries. So far music had appeased them and it had thankfully saved Yunan a lot of troubles to let the bard do his thing while he discussed business with those more focused.
What frustrated him though was someone with little patience. Yunan scowled at the parchment a final time before turning towards his companion. "You knew the streets of Oba far better than me. How hard is it to track down a noble runaway? I have access to a patron with a lot of funds but he is rather distracted by some daughter who rebelled. It'll be easier to work with him if I could resolve that little issue." Yunan's lips pressed into a frown as he walked over to pour himself a drink as well, his fingers curling around the cool glass as he pondered this whole situation. "Today will be a fun outing for us to gather information and try to track down this girl." She was probably just some spoiled brat that got upset her father didn't buy her the proper dress or something ridiculous like being enticed by some sort of lover who wanted her to leave home. Yunan's experiences with the nobility gave him very little regard for their feelings since most of it was shallow and vain.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2022 12:20 pm
"Mmm." Nyko hmmed over the edge of his glass and once he finished his sip, respond, "And whose fault is that?" He raised his free hand to point at Yunan and mouthed 'Yours' before taking another drink. Nyko had enough coin to his name these days to give him a comfortable life, but most of the doting attention came from his hybrid benefactor. The little things that made waking up worthwhile even if Yunan didn't want to admit to doing them somedays.
"As happy as I am to hear that you don't seem very pleased about it." It wasn't hard to get a rise out of Yunan, but it was always curious when it was this early in the day and it wasn't Nyko's fault. Maybe some of them had been cancelled? Good riddance. Everytime Nyko had to be in the same room with an Oban his skin curled and for every half-assed smile that crossed his face a seed of bitterness blossomed in his chest. At that point he was a poisonous garden, ready and willing for some halfwit noble to take a bite.
So far he hadn't snapped on a single one and had performed his duty with grace. It felt a bit like being a 'servant' again with the added benefit of sitting at their tables instead of serving them. The only thing that made it bearable was cursing their lineages with Yunan afterward and quite literally spitting on their homes when they were out of eyesight.
"Depends on the noble. Some have tighter connections with the underworld than others, but honestly, they're terrible at covering their tracks." Tracking a noble? What sort of dealings was Yunan getting involved with? "Ah, got it. Find the daughter, get in his good graces, get the money; simple." Nyko snorted.
"Do you have anything to go on?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2022 3:27 pm
The only reaction to Nyko's commentary was a slight roll of Yunan's gaze before he went back and picked up the parchment. It was mostly true he supposed. Not that Nyko hadn't been a diva before of course but Yunan did tend to indulge more of his requests and willingly did more for the Matori than what he would do for others. And speaking of patrons? Yunan's lips curled into a slight sneer as he read over the parchment to look for details he had skimmed over beforehand. Ridiculous. Why did Obans have such a bad habit of getting relationship and family squabbles involved with business? Truly the noble hierarchy was an absolute mess because of it.
"It's one thing to handle meetings for actual business development and another thing to have to stroke someone's ego in the shadows." Grumbled Yunan as he twisted the parchment back up and left it on the table. "Someone's daughter is apparently causing trouble with nobles. We have a little bandit queen on our hands with daddy issues." It was a bit harsh considering he did not know the family history but Yunan was quick to cast out anyone related to the noble families. He had ruined a few families back in his day to climb to his current position of power and honestly had dealt with so many petty squabbles that it was hard not to think the same here.
"So we'll be looking for reports of thieves and a hybrid girl. Her mother was apparently from Zena based upon the hints dropped in the note." Yunan gave a slight shrug. "Dark blue hair, pointed ears...how hard can that be to track down in Oba? And if we need to go to Zena then so be it." He gave Nyko a wry smile. "I have my father's family there and can always endure a visit with them." Zena...the country where he actually had wealthy connections that were related by blood. The coldest country that had taught him emotions were a waste of time...Yunan's gaze drifted towards Nyko at the thought before he stood again and straightened his tunic.
"Finish your drink so we can leave. The sooner we can find this girl the quicker I can be done in Oba." He was so ready to secure this patron and leave this place so that he could return to his manor in Matori. Going into Zena would be a pain as well if they had to roam that way, especially considering how he would have to balance this new relationship in that frozen city.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2022 4:43 pm
"A bandit queen?" Nyko murmured. So this was more than just an airheaded girl looking for attention. At the very least she was armed; whether she was talented or not was up for debate. If anything it made him less agreeable to get involved. Nobles with intent weren't to be trifled with, but nobles fueled by vengeance were stupid and likely to act rashly. Nyko made a face over his glass and exhaled with a huff before taking a final drink. Once he'd finished his glass he sat it to the side.
"If Old Iona is still living we should talk to her first. She's a servant for the Vanri household in the Southern province. Finding someone with those sorts of specifications would be easy work for her." While Nyko had never had to use her services personally, he knew enough of his kind that did. She was able to smuggle Matorians back to their native country during the war and had stayed on in Oba to fight the 'good fight' as long as she could. Lot of good it's done you. She was still here, alone, and just as trapped as she'd ever been.
"You'll have to phrase it the right way, though. If she's in favor of the girl she won't tell you anything and she might even report you." Still...there was something nagging at Nyko. He wasn't quick enough to catch it at first but the longer Yunan talked about this woman the more he was starting to catch on. It showed in the way his face pinched, features lost for a moment before things started to catch up with him.
Mother from Zena, dark blue hair, pointed ears....It couldn't be, could it?
"What's her name? You have it, right?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2022 12:57 pm
"Mmm." Yunan pondered the suggestion before nodding slowly. He would trust Nyko to have the connections that he typically would never have. Yunan rarely talked to those below unless it benefited his own ambitions, which was rare save for gathering gossip that could potentially lead to blackmail against others. "I doubt we can sell it as Dazhiq missing his darling daughter. The man seems to be a complete a** and is known for it." Murmured Yunan as he twisted a stray braid back into place, his gaze darting over towards Nyko as he noticed the other's expression shifting. His relaxed posture immediately shifted as worry slipped into the cracks of confidence, the hybrid still having trust issues despite sharing a bed with his companion.
"Something the matter?" Yunan approached the Matori almost like a predator, his body brushing against the other man as he slowly raised a hand and clutched Nyko's chin in his fingers as if studying him for answers. "Does the name Aaricia mean anything to you?" He quietly asked, his fingers brushing along Nyko's jaw as he watched for the reaction. If Nyko knew the girl then this could be tricky, especially if he had a favorable opinion of her. But why would the Matori who hated all nobility have a soft spot for one? Still, it made Yunan wary and he was prepared to take care of this on his own if necessary. While he trusted Nyko for the most part that was before they came back to Oba where things could become more complex. It was better to be prepared for betrayal than to give someone an easy target. Yunan's gaze was focused as he kept hold of Nyko so he could try to read his expression in case anything showed there now that he had revealed the name of their target.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2022 1:52 pm
Dazhiq.
A cold wind settled over Nyko's overheated skin. He should have never come back to Oba. There was always a little voice in the back of his mind that said he was playing with forces beyond his scope and that by coming back here he'd basically invited evil into his life. He reasoned with himself that he was no longer that same brazen, trapped, frightened boy who'd been beaten within an inch of his life over jewelry, but now he...
If Dazhiq was still roaming around, whose to say his masters weren't as well?
"Don't touch me." The words were hardened, but the tone itself was little more than a murmur. He reached up to grasp Yunan's wrist, though when it was clear the hybrid intended to keep him there he wrenched himself free. The matorian took a few steps away and gave an exhale as he paced. "Dazhiq frequented my master's estate. I came to know Aaricia when she came with him to a dinner and wanted to get away. I consider her a friend."
He bit out a curse before moving closer toward the drinking glasses. Instead of going for more lemon water, however, Nyko grabbed the liquor decanter. He popped the glass stopper, and took a swig straight from the container itself. The hard alcohol was sharp enough to burn his throat, but dammit, he needed it.
Still holding the decanter, he raised that hand and pointed at Yunan. "If she's causing problems for Dazhiq then good for her. Screw that guy. If she wanted to set him on fire I'd give her the light." He knocked back another drink.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2022 3:16 pm
Ah. Yunan's gaze was soft for a moment when he connected the pieces behind Nyko's words. At first he had been angry by the reaction, the Matori's retreat tugging at Yunan's usual restraint but now he felt something along the lines of concern. It had been hard to not immediately reach back for Nyko and to toss him somewhere maybe the bed but Yunan stood still so that his companion could work through whatever was on his mind. The only sign of his irritation was how his fingers curled slightly into a fist at his side as he listened. "A friend." The term was almost like a curse from Yunan's lips. "What a small world we live in." Out of all the nobles he would have to deal with...how was it that his target was one friendly face that Nyko would care about? This is why I don't believe in stupidity like On'os.
"Good to know you're honest." While Yunan wasn't necessarily relieved to hear about the Matori's absolute hatred of Dazhiq and appreciation for the lost daughter, the hybrid knew he could work with things. It was much better to have the honest opinion of Nyko and he should have expected it. Why would Nyko hide anything? Yunan almost scoffed at his own actions, his hands relaxing from fists as he crossed to stand behind Nyko.
"First of all, I will touch you because I enjoy doing so and you don't seem to dislike it." He mused quietly as his hand roamed along Nyko's shoulders almost like a caress, his fingers dipping down the Matori's back as he whispered his words next to Nyko's ear. "Secondly, I understand you have bad memories in Oba. I want to get you out of here as quickly as possible. We just can't do that without securing some funding first." Yunan expressed quietly. "However, if we can find a way to secure those funds and take care of this Dazhiq I would be willing to alter the original plan." His gaze was thoughtful as he pulled away from Nyko and picked up his glass of water, the cool glass refreshing against his own heated skin. While he would love to take care of Nyko's frustrations in another manner there were things that needed their attention first.
"What are the chances that we can track down your friend quietly? I could discuss some options with her rather than simply dragging her home." He ran a finger along the rim of the glass thoughtfully, flicking a stray lemon seed that had clung there before glancing back to Nyko. "We could orchestrate a glorious downfall and achieve revenge for you both while getting the funds that I need. Aaricia is his only heir and finding a way to give her that inheritance with a portion of it going towards my shops could guarantee an escape from Oban responsibilities by winter." If there were other names that Yunan could address, names that had caused such a reaction from Nyko, then he would gladly take care of them as well. As long as it didn't directly interfere with his own business then Oba could afford to lose a few more worthless souls.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2022 3:55 pm
"Yes, a friend. You can have those without bedding them." Nyko bit back. He neglected to mention that he'd kissed Aaricia before, but that didn't seem relevant now. It was years ago, before either of them had even found themselves and now things were even messier than when he'd left!
"That's all it ever is in this country," Nyko murmured. He leaned into Yunan's hold, as loathe as he was to do it at the moment, and didn't once relinquish his hold on the liquor. "Gold." Jewelry, tapestries, currency, crystals...Wealth was imbedded in the very lifeblood of Oba and Nyko despised it.
"It wouldn't be hard. Like I said, I have contacts, but they can smell lies. As long as you're truthful they'll make contact with her if she's close." In theory everything sounded incredibly tempting. The thought of leaving Oba with a crown upon his head instead of the nobility never failed to bring a smile to Nyko's face, but now that Aaricia and Yunan were involved everyone could stand to benefit.
"To do all of that Dazhiq would either need to die without a way to trace it back to us or she would need to marry someone he approves of. Which would most likely be an Oban that could keep her in line."
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2022 3:30 pm
"Can you? I wouldn't really know." Admitted Yunan with a slight shrug. Not like he was trying to ask for pity or anything like that as the man simply hadn't opted to waste his time with such foolishness. Any friendship in Oba was like inviting a viper into one's nest as such things could be easily bought in Yunan's mind, the power struggle often causing backstabbing and the like for the damned nobles and those who worked for them. His father's family had not encouraged friendships either as they opted to focus on duties and not frivolous things as was often the way in the frozen country.
"Mmhmm. A very powerful and cursed thing indeed." Whispered Yunan, his lips trailing over Nyko's finned ears so that he could tease his companion a bit before pulling away again. It was true that gold was the most damnable thing there was but Yunan thrived on the power it could bring. He wanted to acquire these deals so that he could watch those who had caused so much strife for his mother's family crawl to him for help. It was easy enough to manipulate everything and then at the end whenever he got those pleas the hybrid would simply step over their pathetic forms and continue walking along his own path, leaving them to their ruin.
"Truthful." Yunan almost spat out the word but slowly nodded as he continued pondering the situation. "You could reach out to these contacts and set up a meeting. I want to propose something with this Aaricia which could benefit us both. That is honest enough, correct?" He mused quietly as he started thinking long and hard about their options. It was admittedly more complicated than simply dragging the daughter home to appease the father but Yunan was intrigued. He did so enjoy complex puzzles after all.
"Death is easy." Yunan didn't even flinch at the thought. "Getting her to inherit it all will be the biggest issue. If she's the only heir then there must be no pure cousins or the like to contest it. If she must marry to seal the deal then we will find an Oban or rather create one for the job." A chuckle left his lips. "It would be a shame if somehow Dazhiq thought his funds were in ruin and that his only chance of survival was to marry off his daughter to someone with a rich future that wasn't exactly Oban. An even worse shame if those funds were actually safe but made to look like a lost cause." As simple as it would be to kill the man there was also something amusing about the idea of an Oban being forced to bury his pride to sell his daughter off to someone that he would have previously thought so beneath him. "Distraught nobles often prefer to die by their pride....taking the easy path rather than living to crawl in the streets surrounded by gossip."
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