Completed [Yae Varone studio] An equation for suspicion

[Andariel]

45th of Spring, 514 AV
Noon

Information were leaked about some members of the Galatos family having businesses which slightly disrupted the connections of Andariel's father with the Nitrozians. It was something worth investigating. Oddly enough the leaked information was sent by an unlikely slave who served the Nitrozians and has some knowledge about a few aims that the Galatos family had been plotting. However, those weren't alarming on that point. There was only a minor cause for an investigation to be conducted and not any warrant should be filing soon enough for evidences to be searched. Andariel would send a spy but she felt there wasn't a need to use drastic measures. For now, information would be a significant tool.

Andariel's feet suffered from unbearable sores for the times she could remember tolerating. It wasn't her fault to wear such footwear with towering heels and the uncomfortable fabric which caressed her toes, at least its what she wanted to conceive for herself. Blaming the servant who chose the shoes to wear was her primary reason but lucky enough, Andariel wasn't in the mood for relentless criticisms about lack of common sense. She was getting tired of doing the same thing over and over again, at least for now, that is. She wanted something else, something important which have been mulling her suspicion. And most of all, she wanted to enjoy every sip of her exquisite cup of Ravokian coffee.

The aroma alone eased the stresses which had been pestering her mind from the past hours. Each sip of the hot beverage gave her the indulgence of heaven, if there is such thing within Rhysol's kingdom. Only when one of her servants heeded her eyes and ears to pay attention gave the slight touch of relaxation an end. Andariel sighed, seemingly exasperated that it almost made her slap the servant for the disrespectful interruption. Her stare glared at the male servant which brought shivers down his spine. The servant trembled briefly then cleared his throat while bringing his eyes to the parchment he was holding. "Do you plan on disturbing me for nothing,?" She said with her voice sending harsh emotions. Still there wasn't a word from the servant but he did try his best to absorb all the words in the parchment, the common language might not seem familiar to him in either way.

"Bigot!, What is then?!' Hearing a seemingly impatient woman, the servant harrumphed in an attempt to read the first line of the delivery stamp. "I-I'm dearly sorry mistress, b-but I'm confused to whoever is the recipient of this letter. It's says here to...to the Lazarins. A-and I'm not sur-" The servant's words were abruptly cut off when Andariel snatched the parchment from his grasps.

"My, would you look at this" Andariel unfolded the parchment after reading the delivery stamp. Her eyes then flared at the servant. "The next time I'm interrupted by some fiendish behavior, I'm going to let the Ebonstryfe inject that horrible-smelling mouth of yours with the common language" The servant then stooped his head for apologies before vanishing from Andariel's sight.

Adjusting her sight to the words written, The hope for more information about the Galatos brought an opportunity for a good cause of an investigation. The letter was soon identified with the same handwriting of the Nitrozian slave who delivered business reports and information the other day concerning the recent breaches of Zelkov Lazarin's businesses with the Nitrozians. There was no specific evidence written on the letter which might have claimed that there was an involvement of the Galatos family but Andariel soon leashed her suspicion on them due to the recent news.

Reading the last words of the letter, Andariel soon folded the parchment and leaned it on the table. A female servant then emerged from the farther side of the building. With a small tray being held before her chest. "Pastries M'lady" Andariel nodded without having a look at the servant. The tray was then placed on her table right beside where the parchment laid.

note-15 gm to be deducted for 3 pastries and -3gm for a cup of coffee. I'm such a spendthrift T_T

[Andariel]

Outsiders? To think the Galatos would make use of such insolent beings. Andariel kept the thought in her head, pondering on the contents of information. The letter corresponded on a few affiliations of Ravokian outsiders, in which is actually an issue in terms of illegitimate negotiation. Of course, illegitimate businesses and ties run rampant throughout the city but such secrecy regarding a wealthy faction might reveal some controversial conspiracies towards the order of the Black Sun, the Ebonstryfe or even Rhysol himself. Zelkov Lazarin, Andariel's father, never had an issue towards the Galatos but Andariel knew that there might be some small missteps which had her father lured his businesses within the grasps of the said faction. Though nothing of it seems to be in a dire condition, it was best to take precaution before a wave of gruesome tragedies might find their way.

Andariel grabbed the parchment and kept it in her hand. She then laid her fingers on one of the pastries served on the table, handing a mouthful piece and consumed it bits by bits. Still ,she wondered about the author of the letter. The handwriting was very much familiar no doubt but she began to suspect that particular slave of the Nitrozians might have been forced to write off lies which hid the true motives of the Galatos family. Andariel wasn't even sure that the Galatos has the largest involvement of this small controversy about outsiders, there might be others as well whom she didn't knew about. To assume something worse, it might be the Nitrozians themselves, her father's closest business partners or the Rising Dawn, in which she never had any information with.

"San? San my dear, come here" Perhaps the name alone sounded very foreign as someone who is in Ravok. Slaves would consider changing their names or having their names changed by their masters once they're claimed with ownership. A girl with timid footsteps was brought into Andariel's sight after some few seconds of patient waiting. She was not an adult, nor a young adolescent but merely, a teen who aged around 16 years old judging from her appearance. The girl had short blazing orange hair falling down to her lower neck's length. She was dressed properly, like most typical children belonging to wealthy parents, except that she wasn't. Seeing as the girl has golden yellow eyes, it was certain that she is an Inarta. "Yes M'lady? Anything has been bothering you lately?" The delicate voice proved that she is a just a young girl but her range of speech seemed to be a lot farther in her capacity and learning as for her own age.

"Tell me child, Is this handwriting the same as you saw before?" Andariel clutched the parchment right in front of the girl, exhibiting the contents and penmanship of the writings. The girl lured her eyes to examine word for word "Yes it is M'lady, it is the same." Her voice constantly sounded soft and delicate, emotionless to be exact. Andariel find no reason to confirming if the handwriting was the same or was forged. Who am I to expect anyone would identify the differences of handwriting? Not even a mouse with superior intelligence can give precise explanations Negativity then swirled the thoughts of Andariel.

A few chimes had passed, with Andariel's coffee being half-empty, there was a man in decent clothing, passed by the Studio. An oddly familiar person whom she had pictured in her mind, retrospecting to various events where she identified him as someone she assumed to saw in his father's recent birthday. Andariel lured her attention to the man but not making an obvious step that she is monitoring him.

[Caridan]

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Finding himself with little work this afternoon and growing somewhat weary, for the past couple nights were spent without a dream upon his eyes. A weariness which would quickly perhaps be swept away by the jet black depths of a hot mug of coffee served in outrageously elegant porcelain. Coffee which he had little money for, yet the idea of which was far too alluring to pass. It's been so long since Caridan had simply the chance to relax, sit back and unwind.

And what better place to do just that kind of relaxation than the one place he so outrageously overpriced that it seemed that the prices themselves lured in customers. A hefty sum is a sign of a good product after all. Yae Verone studio - the best of the best. The cradle of fine coffee and indeed fine art, both of which seemed to compliment one another in ways far beyond the comprehension of a simple man.

That afternoon Caridan stepped gracefully though the front door of the Yae Verone only to be swept away in the nostalgic aroma. His father used to take him here at least one or twice a season to minder in awe around the gallery upstairs. After all an artistic sense was crucial to an aspiring poison crafter. And art itself bore a more godly substance, a more pleasant existence which, from a very young age, Caridan had learned to adore.

The 40 gold rimmed mizas weighed solemnly in his pockets, for he was not quick to part with that kind of a sum. One afternoon of delight could easily be swapped for exotic ingredients, better glass wear or other more important things. None the less even being in the building was a pleasure of it's own kind thus he wasted little time to order a coffee and situate himself at one of the tables, a book cracked open, information about various different medical plants contained within its pages. Around him the hustle and bustle of the finer type of Ravokian citizens went on as normal. And though he took little notice of it he couldn't help but overhear the conversation of one particularly fine lady with her Inarta subordinate.

"Tell me child, Is this handwriting the same as you saw before?"

"Yes it is M'lady, it is the same."

"... raspberry leaves can also be used in the brewing of teas which help..." He wondered to himself what was the importance of this handwriting between the words of his book. "... the fruit itself is particularly good in aiding pregnancy..." Perhaps it was some juicy secret, some shady dealing which could possibly bring a spicy not to the idleness of this afternoon. The haste in the lady's voice and the expression on her face somewhat betrayed this possibility. He glanced over briefly, taking in the spender of her appearance before returning to his book, awkwardly loosing his place. "... raspberry leaves..."

She was no doubt one of the Lazarins. Furthermore he was sure he'd have seen her face somewhere before, although that was not clear. He had dealing with the family before, including a certain visit a couple of years back where he provided his medical services to an elderly woman struck with a terrible case of arthritis. Perhaps that's where he saw her, or maybe a more recent encounter somewhere along his life line in a manner most unimportant now.

Delighting in his coffee he flicked page after page for a good few chimes until there was no coffee left to delight in thus he meandered in utmost idleness to return the mug. The book left abandoned. In passing he graced one of the workers with a polite smile before feeling another's eyes on the back of his neck. It was perhaps a little more obvious than was his own watching of her just a few chimes ago but with little interested in the game of cat and mouse he simply turned to her and smiled ever so politely. A smile that rendered the atmosphere somewhat awkward.
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[Andariel]

Perhaps it wasn't the intimacy of the man which kept Andariel in a slightly cautious mood. If there was a valid reason of him being known, there wouldn't be any motive to try and get his attention or even open her mouth to talk about how familiar he is to her. It was rather his entrance inside the studio. The place was indeed swarmed by wealthy people but by the time noon had struck the clock, most vanished in sight, leaving to whatever business they bear. The man wasn't wealthy looking, or perhaps it was what Andariel perceived as her judgement moved very quick. He didn't even looked like a Nitrozian or any member of a wealthy family she was familiar with. In any way, she ignored him. Her gaze tilted to her cup of coffee, quaffing the last gulp of liquid before lifting her head up to indulge the good taste.

San, her servant, remained standing on the table beside Andariel. Almost as if she was a statue with an unusual ability to talk and communicate whenever asked by her mistress. The other two servants weren't on her sights, normally terrified of hearing an impatient sounding voice quavering through their fragile ears. San has a certain uniqueness from all of the other servants she had. The girl was one of the personal favorites of Andariel though of course she still viewed her as one of the many objects used for her own prosperity. San was staring directly through nothingness, her eyes were at a sturdy gaze though several blinks would naturally occur. Larsen!!! Andariel then called a certain person, her voice was perhaps louder than it was but none of it mattered whereas the studio was half-empty of people except for her servants and some workers of the place.

A middle-aged man cropped up near from adjacent tables, his pace was slightly violent due to his fear of receiving a faultfinding lecture for not responding in the quickest of times. The man cleared his throat while adjusting the collar of his shirt. "It's Jersen, Mistress Andariel" The servant smiled sheepishly but her mistress wasn't caring enough for names to be corrected. "Mistaking servant names with me? Do try not to insult me hysterically, my patience is not what it seems," the tone of her voice was somehow friendly in a slight manner. The small parchment she held was then outstretched before the servant "Bring this back to that Nitrozian servant and let him write it again. I want to see how well forging can be utilized by these....things" Without a word the servant bent to pay his courteousness before leading himself to the main door of the studio and disappearing from her sights. Andariel leaned at her chair, then found herself secretly monitoring the strange man once more.

oocsorry for the lack of action D:

[Caridan]

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In all honesty Caridan did expect a brief "Why are you staring at me?" or perhaps a more polite variation also known as the "Can I help you?" which he would often receive whilst rudely poking his nose into the business of others. Such was the habit. But truly could he help his habits? A curious mind seeks curious circumstances to satisfy it's need for curiousness. None the less he was surprised to find that the woman had better things to do than to indulge his awful habits, as was to be perceived perhaps. Though one might wonder what better things she might have when surrounded by a mob of servants whose job was it to tend to even the most tedious of tasks.

As for Caridan, not that he could afford a slave or a servant, he preferred the company of rats and mice. They served his purposes and possessed a certain charming inability to mess things up, much unlike human beings. A motto which he practised: if you want things done well, do them yourself.

And much like a rat he made full use of her preoccupation with the male servant to overhear a few more scraps of her business. Nitrozians, eh? He thought to himself. It would seem a far better practice to keep dealings with such prestigious families as the Nitrozians barred and gated behind walls with no ears, away from the prying minds of people like Caridan who truly indulged in gossip and had no shame for it. Upon the waters of Ravok, where status defined one's very life, a simple gossip may mean the difference between reverence of the masses and being head hunted by blacked out faces and nameless so-and-soes who, in employ of people with far too much money and far too little compassion, would ensure such dealings were kept private. Such was the kingdom of Rhysol. A floating city where one must always watch their step. And it seemed Caridan had not the sense to watch his.

In silent step he approached and before the servant had the chance to make his leave, he was already beside the woman. His dazzling blue eyes averted. A self indulgent smirk carved into his face of ivory. A hand gently placed on the back of her chair.

"Good cryptographers are hard to come by. I'm sure, if this servant had such a skill, they wouldn't have been assigned such superfluous a task." he spoke as if tot he wind, with not a note of timidness about him.

In fact so bold was his very manner that one might be fooled into believing they had previously been friends of some fort. And truth it was that for all his elegance and an exquisite way in which he carried himself, right to his very vocalisation which was more than pristine, Caridan knew no timidness. If perhaps he was dressed in just a little finer a shirt, one might mistake him for a upper class citizen, a professor of some sort or at least a foreigner of great importance. He was an uncommon man dressed commonly.

Still avoiding her eyes in the most casual of ways, he nodded to his book as if it was a romantic companion, not an inanimate object. A nod of affirmation as a prerequisite to eventually retrieving it from the other table, during the walk to which he did not cease to speak. "I can assure you, if the Nitrozians had motive to present you with false papers, they'd do better than a runner to forge them."

At the tail end of his journey which seemed so very dragged out that time itself languished unforgiving, he once more turned to the woman, locking his eyes with her, wielding that same smile of a bold man. Of course at this point he had no idea of the contents of the papers she had previously studded so thoroughly. And misguided in his understanding he spoke in a far softer tone, concious that walls have ears indeed. "I believe your name must have slipped my mid." His demeanour was friendly now, clearly beckoning her to reveal her identity.
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[Andariel]

In a much more understandable reason, there wasn't a need for the servant to be sent on a task Andariel demanded. The letter rendered concision whether it was a fraud or something which contained factual information. Andariel knew how some people initiate their schemes, or so, if she would assume. She would always force herself to know how everyone make their moves and imagined herself to be the one giving them motion, just like puppets. But in truth, carelessness was always one of her unwanted enemies. Such as what she had commanded to her servant was one decent example but there might be something which she might benefit in the end. It wasn't necessary for her to bring out that errand. She just wanted her servants to keep on working even if there isn't anything in particular to be done necessarily. Perhaps it was one trait which clearly depicts the nature of a Lazarin or maybe it was just Andariel herself who inhibits this reckless trait.

In the few moments where she lured her attention to an unlikely person, disdain ran through her indistinct demeanor. For what she would have thought, her attention was a lot valuable if it were to be cast on some man whom she didn't know of. She felt stupid for a brief moment and might have blamed her actions with such low dosage of intelligence, if she would describe it. She would say her attention is meant for important things. It was best and only necessary if she was to go back on dealing with the Galatos family in her head. Waiting would trigger her impatience and would've decided to return to the Lazarin's manor whenever possible.

Much as to what she did not expect, is that the man approached her after the servant had been dismissed to run the errand. Andariel was surprised actually but not to the point where she would've overacted to the action alone. In fact, her mind is giving her inclinations of having a disrespectful person around. Of course, executing blunt or harsh actions wasn't an option if she would demonstrate herself as a proper lady. But there were only a few people around the studio and giving the man a single slap of disrespect might have been easier to do. However, she chose to restrain herself from doing rendering such heinous behavior. Instead, her gaze wasn't directed to man who suddenly sprung from behind and held his hands on the back of her seat. Who does this beast think he is? If he's trying to allure me with utter idiocy, I'm going to let him swallow these hideous shoes! She spoke in her thoughts. Her expression shifted into a slight smug and kept a frown hidden from being obvious.

""Good cryptographers are hard to come by. I'm sure, if this servant had such a skill, they wouldn't have been assigned such superfluous a task."" For once she had thought the man was too humble for his words. Too humble to be exact that he was starting to sound arrogant. But Andariel would probably act as a true lady if she wouldn't wish for her family's name to be stained by criticisms.

"If that servant had those skills, perhaps he wouldn't be a servant at all?" She responded with a questioned tone of her voice though she wasn't intentionally asking for answers. "I find it difficult for a servant to have some kind of.....spark of intelligence."

With the last of the pastry left on her plate, she took her chance to grab and consume it before anything unfortunate would happen. She must admit, those were indescribably tasty and sweet. Andariel didn't wish for the conversation to continue but the man kept on portraying his opinions which lately gave way for impatience to run rampant in her thoughts. Her sigh was almost lifeless but she intended it to be that way whereas, she didn't want to show obvious signs of annoyance. Still Andariel had no intentions to look at the man and would've thought of something to cut her contacts with him.

"I can assure you, if the Nitrozians had motive to present you with false papers, they'd do better than a runner to forge them." Now Andariel inclined that the man might have been giving attempts to pester with her own business. She was utterly annoyed but she couldn't just spurt her volatile emotions and apply them to her actions. Still, the man continued with his words shifting into a softer tune, when he might have thought himself of being conscious for his own actions. "I believe your name must have slipped my mind."

"There is no assurance when one comes to intrude someone's businesses. I assume you have no affiliation with them. Do pardon yourself and I might refrain myself from reading your words with certain discourtesy " Andariel might have some pinch of regret growing from her speech but it was best to end all of it. The last of the man's words actually gave out attempts to turn her attention to him. What if the one she was assuming earlier felt like a matter of coincidence? Maybe the man was someone she encountered before? Andariel was uncertain but her answer to that particular phrase would be something so obvious. "I do not know who you are or were, but if you give me your name first, I might tell. I have the weakest memory for names."

[Caridan]

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He could sense his prying ways making far less than a pleasant impression on the woman and truthfully he shouldn't have been surprised. But a sigh of a mad man is such that they have a habit of repeating the same action whilst expecting different results, is it not?

"Forgive me, I meant no disrespect." he said softly, his melodic voice ringing out with utmost pleasantry. An unrelenting smile upheld on his face but his eyes betrayed him. They studied her closely, her appearance, her body language. Only an idiot plays with hot coals but it seems that the difference between a simple idiot and Caridan was such that he knew when to play and when to retreat. His studies of her demeanour - which clearly was not impressed by his pathetic attempts at striking a rather distasteful conversation - were very much a calculation of precisely the moment to cut his losses. It seemed he wasn't quite ready to give up just yet, however.

"It seems the ways of propriety are lost on me these days." he lied with almost a chuckle playing about his lips. "With the hustle and bustle of every day life and far too little enjoyable conversation to joyfully pass one's time, propriety seems a little... dispensable, wouldn't you agree?"

He took a moment to look to the stair case which would led up to the art gallery which he so wanted to visit. But his mind had been made alas, though truly a little late in the day. He'd save his 30 gold rimmed mizas for another day. This conversation was perhaps a little more enjoyable in a somewhat twisted sense.

"Anyhow I don't believe we have properly been acquainted in the past though I must admit your face seems oh-so very familiar. And as for me, my name is unlikely to spark your interest m'lady. I have no affiliations with any of the factions in this city. None the less you may call me Caridan if you wish. Caridan Redding."

If one thing was certain it was that Caridan spoke far too much and it was this unrelenting tongue of his that often got him into trouble. He seemed to lack the common sense of when to shut up that even slaves possess - yet he had been denied at birth. It was in his nature to push things just a little too far simply to see what would happen and all of it was concious. He was not a man who'd listen to his instincts.
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[Andariel]

Andariel would've rather conversed with San other than someone whom she find distinctly abrasive. Obviously because the girl is her servant and would affirm or agree with Andariel's countless statements but at least she can hear the words she wanted her ears to register. For now, it was no use avoiding the encounter. Andariel found no means of either disrupting the conversation abruptly or just disrespectfully leaving the man with no apparent reason. Besides, new people might become new allies, that is, if he isn't an outsider of course. That alone would've been something she would normally avoid as she has one of the most distasteful views towards them. Regardless, Andariel might necessarily be open for some friendly chat or might as well ask the man if he has some knowledge about the Galatos family and their unconfirmed patronage with Ravokian outsiders.

"No, no. I noticed you weren't portraying some lack of respect," She would've find that as an obvious point whereas her judgement is what kept her away from others. "But if you do have intentions, it is best to hold back. My time is limited to bicker with hooligans. Not that I'm saying you are. "

Her mind is actually swirling with urges to have a look of the man. At least it would help to portray her expressions not only to the conversation but also to herself. Andariel wasn't a socially prominent person, though in many occasions, having endless conversations with her father's business partners and some wealthy friends would tell her that she is. Strangers weren't probably the best people she would relinquish her time with but in the end, it would mean new alliances for the likes of their skills useful in the progression of power.

Andariel tilted her head behind the seat, her eyes met a figure of an artisan-like person who've been known by some in a few occasions. But absolutely not for Andariel. What she assumed was merely just an obvious assumption. The man was utterly unfamiliar. Just from the looks of his hair and face, she would think he is somewhat, a normal citizen though the man's attire looked fairly decent in Andariel's eyes.

For some reason, she found herself ignoring several lines of the man's speech. She couldn't answer them in an affirmative tone or even with some honesty. If she did, it would only be obvious that her unintended words are being forced to be spoken. She did notice a handful of statements and in-between lines in which she might provide some responses.

"Anyhow I don't believe we have properly been acquainted in the past though I must admit your face seems oh-so very familiar. And as for me, my name is unlikely to spark your interest m'lady. I have no affiliations with any of the factions in this city. None the less you may call me Caridan if you wish. Caridan Redding."

Caridan.....Redding?! Andariel tried to force her mind to spurt and give some ideas of who the man was. Not all citizens in Ravok had an account in her memory though it is absolutely impossible to remember them all. There were some townsfolk whose names sounded slightly familiar but she could never bring herself up to acknowledge them just because they weren't notorious.

"I am sorry but no matter how hard you try on identifying me as someone familiar, I can never bring myself up to recall some name I haven't heard of. This city is just too enormous to find space inside my brain." Mentioning the word 'sorry' wasn't a very standard word for her to use. History might have been written on these moments. "Do you have any skills in particular? Your looks tell me you're not a servant or .....a slave in some sorts." Andariel then turned her head away from the man, returning her gaze back to where it was before.

"Do you have businesses then? maybe perhaps......one which is affiliated with, outsiders?" Andariel's suspicion began to sharpen but the unexpected truth might be revealed soon enough. "You see, wealthy people usually visit this place. I'd assume you are ,If my judgement is not wronging me." The friendly tone of her voice started to tear apart. Curious as she was, her questions moved in quick frequency.

"Oh and, my manners are clearly forgotten, do accept my apology." She then chuckled gleefully, most part of it sounded obviously forced. "I am Andariel of the Lazarin family, It's best not to startle yourself if you fear such people. I am what you call.....the more, companionable members." She chuckled again but this time, it was slightly stuffed with hysteria.

[Caridan]

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Caridan watched as the woman's walls crumbled ever so slightly and from a core frozen with suspicion, a sturdy façade clearly useful in cities like Ravok, shone bright sparks of a more friendly tone. It was something of a metamorphosis, for however fine she was, a twinkle in those grey eyes made her finer. It made those eyes a little less grey.

And masked by the lie in his expression, a reply of a friendly grin ornamented with pearly teeth, inside Caridan bellowed with victory.

The man's own facade began to lessen as he pulled up a chain a little closer, the entire time being bombarded with an avalanche of questions which rolled from her lips too fast for a coherent reply. Thus, he simply waited until she was done and instead of ploughing though them all, he simply skimmed over the most trivial of details.

"I have no ill dealings with your family lady Lazarin." he spoke frivolously leaning back in his chair somewhat. His slender fingers crossed on his lap. "In fact apart from a few times I aided your kin with certain ailments, I have been quite unlucky to have no dealings at all. I must admit, it is quite the pleasure to make your acquaintance."

If she was but a mere street girl and lacked the authoritarian mien, he would have reached for her hand right about now and in doing so he would place a single white rose of a kiss upon the skin. But this he dared not in this very case, deeming it unbefitting of the occasion.

"I'm in the medical business, you see. So you needn't worry of any outside affiliations with me. I wouldn't dream of dirtying my hands in such an unbecoming way."

Of course this was all lies. By now he had adopted a certain mannerism of a man better than he believed himself to be. A child of a whore and a drunk whose very blood was spoiled, even if his registration papers claimed differently. As was expected in Ravok he upheld a certain disdain for non-citizens and outsiders to the city but in truth he cared not for either. His own reputation was the important valour that determined his actions rather than personal belief. After all; none of it really mattered in the grand scheme of things - such was his rather nihilistic view onto the world.

And as for my purposes here," Caridan chuckled a twinkling chuckle. " I like to think of my self as rather," a pause to highlight the importance of the next word rang out briefly." economic in nature. There is no price I wouldn't pay for a moment at least of liberty to marvel at the work of profound artists. There truly isn't a more valuable thing in the whole of Mizahar than fine art, wouldn't you agree? It's such a terribly genius way of communicating one's ideology." His eyes drifted off into the distance momentarily and it was obvious that he was getting quite comfortable around her. A glimmer of the real Caridan appeared though his wall of lies and deceit. For beneath the skin was the heart and soul of a true romantic, a philosopher and a child so very hungry for knowledge.

"Oh I beg your pardon." he said, alas snapping back to reality. "I must truly be wasting your time with my nonsense." he chuckled as his body shifted in his chair as if he was about to spring upwards. But this was just another part of this game. He expected the Lazarin woman to halt him in his tracks as plead for him to stay just a little longer. A risqué move but truly he wished to cut out the unnecessary small talk.
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[Andariel]

"Oh no please, I'd hate to see someone go" Pleading for the man to stay was something which sounded ironic from the start. Andariel did want everything to end but her interest was colored once the man spoke of some business with medicine and some sorts. Caridan, if she would relish on noticing names, looked more of an interesting citizen. "Our 'little talk' is just getting started. It would rather be disrespectful to leave a lady with unreasonable presumptions" She directed her words to his ears, hoping to lure the man towards the plot she bluffly fused in her mind.

For the many years of Andariel's prestigious life, persuading a skilled citizen to work for her have been becoming something more of a hobby. Of course, it wasn't a task often done with effortless measures but it was something which drove her ambitions of having political power on Ravok. Her obsessive persuasion of people towards her fulfillment was a rather reckless trait acquired which frequently led her feet to frustrating failures. But in time, she learned how to control herself and the portrayal of her words.

Aided my family? How, exactly? The thought of it alone formed a leash which was monitored by her suspicion. Again, she barely knew him and though her memory has the lowest capacity for people's names to be stored, a certainty rushed her judgement in which she never recognized him as her family's endearing helpers.

"You should reward your day with rest, the city is bustling with unbearable stresses in which, you may never want to have" Her suggestion was one thing she would've said to herself before even executing precautions against the Galatos or any other faction in her suspicion. Andariel lifted herself from her seat, pushing the exquisite wooden chair and then standing at graceful posture. Her dress was dark as the night, etching with malevolence and beauty. "Caridan....Redding? If I may assume that is how your name sounds. I apologize if I haven't been been the kindest of people. My patience is what seems to be.....an old fragile twig that can break within the rustle of the wind," Andriel paused to maintain the momentum of her words. "and servants......they need precision towards their tasks. Sometimes their master is the one who is having a hard time tolerating their-" She abruptly ended her speech at that point in where she wouldn't wish to continue. "Oh forgive me. I am giving criticisms which you have no interest with"

Andariel took some steps away from her table. Her attention was clearly directed towards the man though, her sights weren't. Sauntering slowly, she kept a sluggish pace of moving back and forth in a particular corner just before her table.

"My opinion tells me Caridan," Andariel paused again, feeling uncertain about the pronunciation of the man's name. "No time was wasted when you have given a color to my interests" After she spoke, both of her eyes finally found themselves on taking a glimpse of the man.

"I would rather say, you opened yourself an opportunity just from patronizing the phrasing of what your skills are." She held her mind for a brief moment, initiating words to form up a persuasive speech. There was a tick in her mindset which told her a day would come where a certain citizen might be someone which might form an acquaintance. But of course, she wasn't sure if persuading the man might end up in success.

"You see, Rhysol's city is truly something to behold" She paused, shifting her gaze to a vision she wouldn't normally turn to. "But there are people out there who find enjoyment in the most ordinary of things. Clearly to us wealthy people, it is some sort of an obvious mediocrity. Thus, It is something which I would dearly judge as........valueless" Andariel held her hands together, sticking them before her midsection. "People with the simplest ideals make themselves work for the simplest of things. They do not value progression and rather be contented on the.....diminutive income they miserably receive." From her words, She would've thought that she wasn't controlling herself anymore. Thinking of something to say before her demeanor renders her true self towards strangers would certainly be a need to take in action. But everything might have been a little late, for her words cannot undo the meanings they portrayed.

Managing herself to continue, her mind was set to her motive from the start of the encounter "But when people work for others who are filled with success and prestige, those things might be inherited to them. They will receive status, recognition, appreciation or anything which is more than just three silver coins." Andariel's gaze shifted back to the man. "This opportunity I'm conversing about is a way to work alongside with me. It wouldn't be for me but for us...for all of us."

"I still do not know what your true skills are, whether you are telling me lies or not but I can see you have some potential for a normal citizen." Andariel would want herself to continue but she would think of the fact that the man might lose his interest or so to say, he might develop a perspective towards how Andariel would manipulate others. But all of her words were spoken, waiting for the response might actually make her slightly anxious.

oocThat is one dazzling box template(or whatever you call it) my friend....and sorry if It took a while for me to reply....and sorry if this is a bit lengthy, I was planning on splitting this into two but it's all just pure dialogue.