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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Oct 3, 2008 20:34:04 GMT -5
The paladin flushed slightly at Sanet's touch and words. He was causing her undue stress; she should not be the one having to comfort him. Lorien made sure to cast a reassuring glance her way. He did wince at her language, though, and wondered what she did not understand.
On top of Terent and his brother's current plight, their crops were also failing. He knew that such things would definitely cause tension in the family, perhaps giving some explanation to Terent's decision. Crops, after all, were the life of a family, especially one as large as Terent alluded to. Starvation was a very possible outcome, or losing one's home and becoming open to the sometimes deadly dishonor of the street. When life or death hung in the future, it was not surprising, though saddening, that hasty and regrettable choices would be made.
He faced Einen resolutely, though a bit of discomfort was present in his dark blue eyes. This situation was distasteful to him, at the very least, and Lorien was never one for hiding his emotions.
"Master Einen, I am sure that you are an honorable man. I ask you to cease this aggression and solve your troubles in the manner of a gentleman. If not, then I regretfully urge you to take up your sword, and we will settle this in battle."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Oct 12, 2008 2:46:52 GMT -5
Einin, distracted by Lorien's warning, looked away from Terent, "I didn't come here to start a quarrel with you." He kept his weapon firmly grasped, obviously not willing to lower his guard around a murderer like Terent or an obviously naive and misguided student that seemed willing to get himself killed at the drop of a hat. Einin shook held the rapier with one hand as he rubbed his temples as if he felt a headache coming on from these goings on. You know, after a couple hundreds of years of looking for someone, you get a general image of how you believe things should be and you build your plans on that... and when it doesn't go as you planned it kind of takes you off guard, ditching plans that had built up over three hundred or so years and just going with improv is a lot harder than you'd figure.
"Ye didn' come 'ere tah d'anythin'." Terent remarked as he seemed to almost dismiss Einin as trivial and looked towards Lorien, much like a teacher would look upon his pupils, Terent was acting as if Einin wasn't there. Great way to treat your younger brother after all this time, right? "Lorien, th'ma'ers o'wha' mus' be done wi' Einin are no' thins fer ye tah worry 'bout." He spoke in a voice that was a bit more of a calming tone, trying to make Lorien understand that what was discussed between Terent and Lorien was much more a personal matter. "We shoul' pro'ably find a new place tah finish our stu'ies." Terent addressed all his students now.
Smitty crawled between strands of Terent's hair and soon was well hidden and it was assumed the creature was very well on it's way to sleep or something of that sort. Terent's didn't seem to mind, he was probably very much used to such antics of the gecko dragon and the elf had to smile that Smitty was atleast dealing rather okay with the situation. Terent would most likely be terribly paranoid about the gecko dragon's state of health for the next month or two... or three.
Einin was ignored by Terent, but that didn't mean he ceased to exist. The elf frowned towards the blue green haired being, very much displeased. It was obvious he still wanted Terent dead. Einin was the more imposing and threatening being when compaired to Terent so it was therefor easier to see him as the more villianous one in the situation but from what he spoke of he might have to be questioned for his intentions and whether or not they were truly for malice. Avenging the deaths of so many innocents was generally seen as rather honorable in many cultures. He slipped the rapier away but still he seemed dangerous and ready to kill, threatening as he stood there, silent seeing as he was being ignored. Even if Einin was a murderous stranger intent on killing the beloved druggie short elf man one would have to notice the eloquently dignified manner in which he expressed himself, the regal ambience about the way he carried himself was distinct and at a stark contrast to Terent's laconic, to the point attitude.
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