**Christov found himself in a handsomely large room, complete with a writing desk, fireplace and a balcony overlooking the street below, through which a pair of Sylvan doors afforded him a nice view of the nightlife. There was a comfortable and large bed in the center of the room, and a single flute next to a chilled bottle of claret on a nightstand near the foot of the bed.**
He removed his sword belt and leaned it against the nightstand as he sat at the foot of the bed. Rubbing the back of his neck with his left hand he stopped long enough to pour himself a glass of the claret. He sipped it slowly.
**As he sat there drinking his wine slowly, Christov couldn't help but feel the pull of sleep overtake him, if he had been tired before, now he was irresistibly drowsy. Though, his keen senses could attribute this to nothing else other than from the room itself. Suddenly, he strangely felt like he was back before he had control of his hunger; back before the church had intervened so long ago; what he was feeling was childhood. Before he knew it, he had fallen onto the bed, and down into a deep, dream-filled sleep: tonight, it would not be the sleep of the just.**
Cassandra Elizabeth de Montferrat arrived at the Bedlam by carriage. After stepping out she took a moment to adjust herself before walking into the inn, parasol tapping on the floor like a cane. She immediately took note of her surroundings, looking for a large, unattended booth.
**Luckily, right on the heels of Cassandra, Sefirat followed her into the establishment. The young woman was flush and out of breath, but invigorated, maybe even exhilarated at the prospect of adventure.**
Sef - My dear girl, I've made arrangements. Tom's been expecting us. Come, we have a private parlor all to ourselves. This way.
**Sefirat lead the other noblewoman off to the side of the common room, near the private salons. They occupied the biggest one.**
Cassandra headed swiftly into the parlour, slinging her parasol onto the rack in the corner as she found herself a good place to be seated. She couldn't help but wonder what sort of crowd the hastily drawn together missives would net them.
Cordy - Mdms. are currently in possession of the first floor salon. Head to the stairs and go right, it's the room with the double doors.
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**Cassandra found the parlour well suited to her purposes, and Sefirat did the same, after finishing putting in an order for refreshment and an evening meal that was to be prepared for them. The room was quite handsome, a fire roared in the hearth, and it was well stocked with finery Sylvan had come to be renowned for.**
"Thanks." Riesig said as he headed to the room indicated. He went to the doors, and unsure of customs, knocked before saying, "Id this where the party of Montferrat is?"
A middle aged woman with loosely curled blonde hair sat by the large room's hearth, a hand mirror perched on the arm of the voluminous chair she had chosen to sit in.
Cassandra- This would be the place, I am Cassandra Elizabeth de Montferrat and this is Sefirat Riven-Tremontaine. And who might you two be?
**Sef hadn't registered the two new entrants, she was lost in thought, busy, it seemed watching the shadows play out the scene created by the flames of their flickering fire. She was letting Sandra take the lead. The Lady de Montferrat suddenly felt an ominous thrum through her hand-mirror, as if something or somebody was watching them from the other side.**
"My name is Riesig Brand. My friend back there is Adskhan. We have come about your advertisement. Is it still available?" He asked feeling rather uncomfortable in such formal settings.
Adskhan sat down as well. "My name is Adskhan, I am an animal lover and this is my friend, RuGaard." He said as his drake curiously sniffed his way around the room. At the mention of his name he looked up like a puppy and smiled. Then he returned to his sniffing. "Is there anything in particular you seek to know?"
"Well uh, I'd like to say that I have a calm head, but I know I am no where near that controlled. I am a hot head who loves to burn things. Adskhan is the calm one." Riesig said with an awkward run of his hands through his hair.
Adskhan let out a small laugh. "Yeah, in a sense. He can take care of himself, just couldn't deal with social situations or people really well. He is getting better though. As for the drake, he takes care of himself. How about you, ma'am, if you're accompanying us as well. What do you specialize in?"
**It was at this point that Sef chose to wake from her reverie.**
Sefirat - Cassandra is being modest; she is a Sylvan Lady of Quality, and a noblewoman of the highest order; she will be leading this endeavor. Of which, we will begin momentarily I hope, once we have one or two more additions.
"That sounds like a solid plan. Do you have any more information about exactly what we will be doing? Or do you prefer to wait for everyone?" Adskhan asked
Cassandra- I would prefer not to repeat myself, but it seems we might be relying on any stragglers to catch up anyway.
The lady leaned forward, grasping one arm of the chair as she re-positioned herself.
Cassandra- Our first move will undoubtedly be to track down one of the men we know is involved in this mess. However, first... Lady Sefirat, is it about time?
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Sef - My dear girl, I've made arrangements. Tom's been expecting us. Come, we have a private parlor all to ourselves. This way.
**Sefirat lead the other noblewoman off to the side of the common room, near the private salons. They occupied the biggest one.**
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Cassandra headed swiftly into the parlour, slinging her parasol onto the rack in the corner as she found herself a good place to be seated. She couldn't help but wonder what sort of crowd the hastily drawn together missives would net them.
Acelin's Characters (since her sig won't work).
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**Cassandra found the parlour well suited to her purposes, and Sefirat did the same, after finishing putting in an order for refreshment and an evening meal that was to be prepared for them. The room was quite handsome, a fire roared in the hearth, and it was well stocked with finery Sylvan had come to be renowned for.**
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Acelin's Characters (since her sig won't work).
Cassandra- This would be the place, I am Cassandra Elizabeth de Montferrat and this is Sefirat Riven-Tremontaine. And who might you two be?
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Acelin's Characters (since her sig won't work).
Acelin's Characters (since her sig won't work).
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Cassandra smiled warmly at the awkward mage, apparently unconcerned with his stuttering.
Acelin's Characters (since her sig won't work).
Cassandra- So, you keep an eye on both the drake and the fire mage then?
Sefirat - Cassandra is being modest; she is a Sylvan Lady of Quality, and a noblewoman of the highest order; she will be leading this endeavor. Of which, we will begin momentarily I hope, once we have one or two more additions.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Acelin's Characters (since her sig won't work).
The lady leaned forward, grasping one arm of the chair as she re-positioned herself.
Cassandra- Our first move will undoubtedly be to track down one of the men we know is involved in this mess. However, first... Lady Sefirat, is it about time?