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 Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 7:37 pm
Trielnolu considered the Oathbound's response. It seemed safe enough, but she could not help being leery of the whole affair. And she was a trifle distracted by the fact that the bubbles which had floated on the surface of her bathing water were beginning to dissipate, leaving her more bare than she'd been before. It was not, really, an enviable position that she was in.
"I think I will mention this to Mas D'aun, then, to see what he thinks of the matter. It is his House, after all, discounting his mother, as most seem inclined to do these days." That, too, was a practice which concerned her, because one did not get to be a matron by being stupid unless there was a great deal of luck involved, and Tri-no had experienced little enough of luck that she didn't put much faith in it.
The las part of the shadow's response also gave her something to note. It didn't concern her, since she had no plans to harm anyone in Barrith. Even though Micarreth was annoying, she wouldn't really harm him. Might frighten and threaten him. She'd have to be more careful about that, though, if the shadow creature really existed to protect members of Barrith. There was always the off chance she would misconstrue Trielnolu's actions. But then, maybe not.
"Do you have a name that you go by, so that I can summon you to let you know what I've decided? I would prefer not to receive any more visitations while bathing, or similarly occupied."
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 8:10 pm
He seemed to have given the female a lot to think about. It was understandable that she wanted time to think. Well, Vuzril had plenty of time. he was going no where until someone let him. It vexed him extremely that he was bound by his words in such a trap.
Vuzril's shadow bowed it's head a little in concession to Tri-no's desire to speak with mas D'aun first. The angle of which gave him a bit more of a nudge in noticing how long he must have been standing there with her in the bath. When it was his head lifted, Vuzril had the shadow retreat a step.
- I have no name that I may give. When you are ready to speak to me simply say so in a place of privacy. I will be aware and will come.-
It was probably time for him to go wasn't it? The fat mage probably was all wrinkled in the water, and he had no desire to focus so completely on this room when she deemed to exit the waters. With another bow of his head, Vuzril allowed the shadow to dissappate back into the darkness that he had formed it from.
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