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"He has been stirring for the past few minutes. I believe he rises now." she said softly, arching a brow as Hunter stood.

Stumbling in to the room, Brom smiled a bit, chuckling at his clumsiness when waking. Running a hand through his messy hair, it settled in to its normal styled messy state. Stifling a yawn, he nodded his head. "Knowing you have to go, I will be brief. Fox has good intentions for her. Yes, it is true he wants more, but so long as you and Ziven are in love, that desire will not be satisfied. She would sooner die than break your heart by being unfaithful." he said with a nod, again yawning. Rolling his shoulders, he continued. "No matter how sexual her actions may seem towards others, her thoughts of sexuality are saved only for you. The thinks of mating only when you are around - yes, she has thought of mating with you on more than one occasion. Like you, she doesn't know how to approach you about your future together. Though she is very emotional and very expressive when with you, her thoughts when alone are very logical. It is a logical fact that she loves you and you love her. It is a logical fact that if your love is strong and pure, you will marry or mate, just as Feldspar has said." he said with a charming smile and a nod.

With a nod, he moved forward to Hunter, clapping him on the shoulder. "But before you go .. I want you to have this." he said reaching in to his pocket. A small charm on a leather cord, elven writing all over the charm, written in perfect handwriting. All the words together read many different sayings of good fortune, grand love, wisdom, protection, caring, love, with the stars, the trees, the earth and spirit. After handing the charm to Hunter, he shown that he too had one, looking nearly identical, though his shown that years had passed since its creation. "Very few have this charm. This has been blessed and will aid you. When you next see Ziven, show this to her. She too will bless it and you." he said with a cheerful smile. "Atra esterní ono thelduin, Hunter Gunn."

"Un du evarínya ono varda. And please, if you wish to address with respect, you may call me Argetlam." he said with a cheerful smile. "I've never been much for being addressed Lord or Sir or anything of the sort .. heck, even Mister makes me feel as if I should expect my old man to be behind me!" he said with a hearty laugh. Again clapping Hunter on the shoulder, he encouraged him to head on out. "Best of luck to you, young man. I am certain everything will work out well for you in regards to Ziven. If you worry about how Razgriz might receive you .. take Ziven with you. They are friends, she will speak well of you." he said with an encouraging smile, now pressing on Hunters shoulder, showing it was a great time for him to head on out the door. In such times, it was good to keep moving. Too much time thinking would drive anyone mad.

The sound of footsteps, heavy footsteps, slowly grew Ziven's home. This came followed by the sounds of voices, voices making odd clicking and sharp twists of their vocal cords, speaking a very very strange and unique language. Then they appeared. Yawgmoth followed by three of his children. Two negators, one at each side and a large bloodstock behind them. The Dark Titan's dress was vastly different than usual. Wearing a full set of black plate mail armor that was trimmed in red coupled with a long red cape that hovered just above the ground. On his head a golden circlet with a red gem in the forehead. A sort of grown meant for wear in battle since it didn't fall off as easily as traditional crowns. Strapped on his back was the humongous battle axe, The Purger. Reaching his hand out he knocked on the door of her home making an unintentionally loud knock due to the metal gauntlets on his fingers. Turning his head towards his children he said..something or other in that strange language and patiently waited. This was a business call.

Yawgmoth actually did something she'd likely never see again, since he was here as the acting emperor of the phyrexian empire, there were some official policies he had to follow, and so, he bowed crossing one arm over his chest as he did so rising up. "Greetings. We speak to you today on behalf of the Phyrexian Empire. This visit is strictly diplomatic, will you allow us entry so as to discuss these matters? You must not concern yourself with our guards. They are only here to do their job and the only way they're going to turn violent is if one of you attempts to strike at us." he stated simply. To show he meant no harm Yawgmoth pulled The Purger off of his back and laid the weapon down on her porch before standing back up awaiting her response. Though the guards were likely a bit much they too were part of the policy. It wasn't like he couldn't defend himself, Ziven knew that first hand.

The first three of them entered. The Bloodstock attempted to enter but found himself a little larger than the door, of course being a stubborn machine it pushed through and accidentally scratched and broke off some of the walls. Turning its head around 180 degrees like an owl it blinked its small pale yellow eyes and turned around to Ziven and said one word in that weird language. Smirking Yawgmoth took a seat. "He apologizes. We'll fix that before we go." he said calmly. The guards of course, opted to stand ready. The two negators at each side and the bloodstock standing menacingly behind the chair he sat in keeping a firm watch. All four of its arms crossed over his chest. "So let us begin. This is not about stopping the war, because unless you can convince everyone to just lay down and let us take over for the benefit of the empire, then we're still going to have it. This is about a request from our master creation. It has come to our attention that Titus has spoken to you, though he has joined our cause he has requested that, should we win, we leave you to him and grant you a sort of...diplomatic immunity from us and the rest of the empire. While at first we dismissed this request as an outrageous claim, we got to thinking about it. The conclusion we came to is why we're visiting. We're not one to sit by and simply accept the terms of others so the deal is this, what do you have to offer to us that would make us accept Titus' proposal. Bearing in mind of course we actually win which is very very likely. If we lose, obviously you have nothing to concern yourself with, but don't get over confidant. Make us a deal here so that in case we win you keep your innocence and you can continue as you do now without having that looming fear that we're coming for you." he said firmly sitting back in the chair. While he would of course never admit this to her or anyone for that matter, he was here not only to get something out of the deal that would benefit him, but if the deal was refused Titus wasn't going to fight. Though she was a smart girl and probably figured that out from speaking with the giant dreadnought. He was trying to secure his strongest force outside of his own power and if he could edge a little more out of this, then things would look good for victory.

Yawgmoth's head tilted and his cocky grin continued. "Mmmm no. Currently if we are victorious you're ours. Everyone who would seek to protect you from us will be dead or otherwise incapacitated. You know what would we happen if we got a hold of you. This is what Titus seeks to prevent because he has formed some sort of friendship with you." he stated simply. Sitting up a little straighter he continued. "Your no treachery will already be assured by our victory. With all the other powers quelled due to our win your attempt to betray us would follow with a swift death. What we're really here to ask from us is what you have to offer to us, what can you do, or what can you give to us or the empire that would make us let you stand with Titus? This is more of a negotiation than a visit now that we think about it. So, offer up." he requested crossing his arms as a small clank came from the gauntlets laying over the metal chest plate.