Post by Jade on Nov 16, 2016 13:46:16 GMT -6
Syrene the wood elf stands atop the hill, drawing her brown cloak tightly around her face as wind-driven rain rushes past her. She overlooks an old, heavily-fortified prison, dimly lit but well guarded.
"He's here, Master?" she speaks to the air.
He is. a voice replies to her.
She nods, descending the hill and approaching the entry gate. A guard looks out at her from the guard post. "Who goes there!?"
She smiles, blinking through the rain. "Just a girl, looking for a friend. ...Could we discuss this inside? It's awful out here."
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The guard sighs, taking pity on her. "Okay, hurry up, don't let the storm in!" He opens the door and she rushes inside, waiting as he pushes the door closed.
"Thank you," she smiles warmly, lowering her hood to reveal her soft, tan-skinned face.
"What are you doing, miss, coming to a prison on a night like tonight?" The guard crosses his arms suspiciously.
"Just looking for a friend of mine," she shrugs. "I heard he was here, and wanted to come visit him."
"Name?"
She pauses, waiting for her god to supply the information.
...Heart.
"Heart." She grins, presenting herself as an innocent young girl.
The guard rubs his temples and looks through a folder on his desk. "Hmm... Heart... Nope. No one 'ere by that name."
She raises an eyebrow, confused. "Are you sure? Check again." As he does, she watches him keenly, memorizing his voice, features, and mannerisms.
He flips through the book, page by page, then closes it. "No Heart. Sorry miss." He looks out at the storm. "Afraid we don't have guest chambers, but you're free to stay here in the lobby until the storm passes."
She nods and takes a seat by the wall, parting her cloak to reveal her black, sleeveless top and slinky, open-legged skirt. She catches the guard eyeing her and smiles coyly, then closes her eyes, communing with her god.
"What now, Master?"
He's here. They've forgotten him. Keep looking.
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"He's here, Master?" she speaks to the air.
He is. a voice replies to her.
She nods, descending the hill and approaching the entry gate. A guard looks out at her from the guard post. "Who goes there!?"
She smiles, blinking through the rain. "Just a girl, looking for a friend. ...Could we discuss this inside? It's awful out here."
S_PTMi6k1-20 +10 persuasion
The guard sighs, taking pity on her. "Okay, hurry up, don't let the storm in!" He opens the door and she rushes inside, waiting as he pushes the door closed.
"Thank you," she smiles warmly, lowering her hood to reveal her soft, tan-skinned face.
"What are you doing, miss, coming to a prison on a night like tonight?" The guard crosses his arms suspiciously.
"Just looking for a friend of mine," she shrugs. "I heard he was here, and wanted to come visit him."
"Name?"
She pauses, waiting for her god to supply the information.
...Heart.
"Heart." She grins, presenting herself as an innocent young girl.
The guard rubs his temples and looks through a folder on his desk. "Hmm... Heart... Nope. No one 'ere by that name."
She raises an eyebrow, confused. "Are you sure? Check again." As he does, she watches him keenly, memorizing his voice, features, and mannerisms.
He flips through the book, page by page, then closes it. "No Heart. Sorry miss." He looks out at the storm. "Afraid we don't have guest chambers, but you're free to stay here in the lobby until the storm passes."
She nods and takes a seat by the wall, parting her cloak to reveal her black, sleeveless top and slinky, open-legged skirt. She catches the guard eyeing her and smiles coyly, then closes her eyes, communing with her god.
"What now, Master?"
He's here. They've forgotten him. Keep looking.
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