Post by Joliette Thorne on May 21, 2008 10:50:40 GMT -5
Tenebrae followed Myrall to the familiar dwarven tavern, and would wait for the Queen to seat herself before she made her way over.
Myrall waves to Tenebrae as she enters, beckoning her over to the secluded corner table she is already seated at. Laughing she offers the other woman a drink. "I fear the service is not nearly so efficient as in your own establishment, but we get by, so what would you like?"
Tenebrae grinned. "Not nearly as loud, though. And a nice cold ale would be grand." Her features shifted to a slightly guilty look then, and her grin became sheepish. "Uh. Myrall. First things... the Vampiric Embassy is in a bit of a need of a makeover."
Myrall motions to Giolla, who appears at her side almost instantly with a tray of ale. Taking the drinks from him she smiles politely and waits for him to depart before turning her attention to her guest. "Is it?" she raises a brow. "Well by all means, do with it what you feel is needed. Are you in need of either funds or workmen for the task?"
Tenebrae shook her head a little. "I think I have it covered. But.." She gave the dwarfess a puzzled look. "Some rattish person has made a nest in the lower floor. While I was.. uh.. preparing the place for renovation, I cleared out that clutter, too."
Tenebrae took up a tankard and took a grateful sip.
Myrall frowns as she leans forward and picks up one of the tankards. "Really, do you have a name for this being? For once I appoint an ambassador then the embassy becomes their sole domain, and none have the right to abide there without the ambassador's express permission."
Tenebrae wrinkled her brow. "None, I'm afraid. There were pictures... him and his family." She took one out, the picture creased in four and with a rather obvious heel-mark through the father of the family's chest. "Here... all very settled in, official-looking."
Myrall looks closely at the picture and her frown deepens. "Have you ever travelled to the east of the Cabal head Quarters? To the Castle in the desert?"
Tenebrae's jaw grew tense. "I went looking for Buckley's hut... found some great lump of a building in the way."
Myrall gives a sigh. "Aye, that'd be the place, well I was once given a tour of it by the then owner, a very smarmy fellow name of Qengho." She jerks her head towards the painting. "That is his likeness, either him or his twin brother, an even nastier chap name of Red. Though I was told he is now gone from these lands, but another of his bloodline is most certainly still about. Goes by the name of Raver, and he shares many of his relatives nastier traits."
Tenebrae twitched at the sound of the name, memories of a voice in her head. "Oh I know the one." Her brow furrowed more. "In any case, I've removed his rubble and locked the place up for now. What was he thinking? And how...?" Her tone was rather indignant, the picture eyed annoyed.
Myrall shakes her head. "I know not, though I do know that he thinks himself to be something special, so he probably presumed he had the right to do such a thing, though I certainly gave him no such indication, nor would I without first consulting you." She downs the ale in one angry swig, and slamming the glass on the table reaches for another.
Tenebrae's frown lifted, a malicious little smile forming on her lips. "Like to see him break back in..." Her eyes glittered. " I shifted the chitterling from the cellar to his 'office'. And left it very little food." She also took up another ale, drinking deeply, and looking at Myrall over the rim. "Right, next point of business. My apologies for being away so long. But on my return, there's more now to do than ever, though in some ways it's become easier. Firstly, I'd like to enlist dwarven help to pave Vailkrin's streets, once the town planning's done." She sighed softly. "Kasyr is Regent now, but I am Cabal's leader, and Cabal owns Vailkrin, collectively. And as long as we do, we'll endeavour to restore the Dark Lands to what they should be and better." Tene sipped again, looked at Myrall closely. "What do you think of Diiroehn, the Lich?"
Myrall thinks for a moment, the turmoil in her mind at the mention of the tiefling's name evident on her face, but she tries to hide it as it is a subject for a later time. "Of course any help that the dwarven can give 'YOU'." she stresses the word quite pointedly. "Only needs to be asked for and it is yours." she then pauses. "Diiroehn? I know little of him." the woman hunches her shoulders. "No, that is not strictly true. I did know him, our paths crossed many times way back, but since his return our acquaintance has not been renewed."
Valse whispered to Tenebrae, "Your tavern was robbed."
Tenebrae smiled gratefully. "Myrall, I can't thank you enough. I've thought it an overwhelming task, without the dwarves help we'd be laying pavers years from now.. of course," she nodded, "I will pay handsomely for the workforce, though the giants who cleared the rubble managed to save a goodly lot of materials." She couldn't help another grin. "It seems fitting the Empire's palace winds up under the feet of the people it oppressed. As for Diiroehn, he is.. probably insane. But always loyal to Cabal. I have thought.. and I wanted your opinion on this.. to construct an Undead Quarter, where the Dark Forest is now." She pulled a face. "Horrible place, and just asking for the Upperdrow to come surging on another "raid". I thought that if I put Diir there as Lich Lord and gave him a spot for his own people, they could in turn help protect Vailkrin from such threats. Not to mention clearing up the problem of the creatures that creep up from the Underdark.."
Tenebrae said to Valse, "....what? Robbed..?"
Myrall 's face takes on a strange and complex expression. "I think you will find that if the drow come from the Underdark to Vailkrin, it will be in revenge for they are threatened by one of your clansmen, and I must warn you I have promised them both my aid and protection from him."
Valse whispered to Tenebrae, "I came in when the man already had the gold. He got away when he threw some of the gold into my face. A lady that works there. I think her name is Larkish witnessed it."
Sanmichel trudges into the bar, a bouquet of dead chickens strung over his shoulder. "G'day, all!"
Myrall nods in greeting to the giant.
Tenebrae was torn between concern for her pub, and that now held for her nation. The latter, of course was more important. "....what?" Myrall was given an incredulous look. "What monkeybrained foo... Kasyr? Kasyr. Kasyr is threatening the Underdark. Surely, Myrall, you must know I'd never do ought to put our peoples at war." It was one thing after another. She was starting to feel at home again. Turning now to Valse, she listened as he explained. "Ah, just one? And nobody hurt... Could you run back and see that Lalki is alright, and tell her it's all fine, nothing to worry about?"
Tenebrae gave Myrall an exasperated look.
Valse said to Tenebrae, "She is fine. The man tried to stab her husband, but he is fine as well. You should think about hiring security. If you do. I will do it."
Sanmichel stops mid-breath, his smile frozen in place. "Came in the middla somethin', eh? Don't mean to intrude...jest doin' a mite o' shopping." His gaze darts back to the menu, but not before shooting the goblin a dirty look.
Myrall looks at the stranger then back to Tenebrae "If you need to go I will understand, and rest assured I never thought it any of your doing. I believe I know who was behind it, and they will pay, Kasyr was nought but a pawn in their power games. If an agreement can be reached that Diiroehn and the drow leave each other in peace, then I think it an excellent idea."
Tenebrae nodded to Valse. "We'll speak of it another time. For now, please do make sure nothing else happens in my absence? I have business to discuss here, I 'd appreciate it."
Sanmichel tiptoes, as best he can, past the two women; it's hard to be invisible when you're twelve feet tall.
Myrall smiles warmly at the giant. "Worry not my friend, I'm sure Giolla is happy for the business."
Tenebrae looked back to Myrall, shaking her head. "No it's fine, just a minor robbery, petty thief. And who... " She leaned in speaking quietly. "Is this puppet-master? I must learn of it, if he affects one so close to me." She leant back. "And as long as the drow stay beyond the borders, I dare say there will be no trouble."
Sanmichel nods. "O' course, ma'am..." He tips an imaginary hat and ducks under the door jam. "G'day, all!"
Myrall leans in closer and whispers "Not he, tis a she that pulls kasyr’s chain. One named Laurelle I do believe, but she worries me not." the dwarf gives a wry chuckle "Even though I am told in whispers that if I move against her twill be Rheven that becomes my executioner, but to the truth of that I can not attest. I can however assure you that the Matron Malice wishes to claim no other lands that what is already hers, and none of it lies beyond the boarders of Tris 'Oth."
Tenebrae snarled slightly at mention of Laurelle. "Oh, I'll sort her out... bint." She blew out a breath. "Skulks about naked, always bored. And diseased… Dreadful person. And if she's behind almost putting our nations at war..." Tene frowned deeply. "If Kasyr is so influenced by such a ...person as this, then did I do right in allowing his Regency?" Another shake of her head. "As for Rheven... " She left that issue in silence. "A tangled web, indeed, but at least I am confident of the drow. I have a few of their number as allies on the surface, mighty warriors, which helps." The vampiress really needed another ale after that. "And I think that's all. For the moment." She rolled her eyes and laughed wryly. "I was hoping you and Thea might snatch a little time soon to come to the Embassy with me and look at some swatches. A few drinks, a bit of advice. A chance for us all to relax and catch up properly."
Myrall 'bites her lip and gives her usual dwarven shrug. "Only you can answer as to Kasyr’s suitability for the trust you have placed in him, but I will say, that I have only stayed my hand so far because of our friendship, for I knew that once you returned then you would soon be able to reign in any wayward behaviour and once more give him purpose. Well purpose that is not guided by that creature at least. Should Rheven seek me out over this, then fear not I will deal with it in one way or another, but deal with it I will." she gives a strange but knowing smile to the vampire.” And I agree with our assessment of the dark elves, though by tradition their kin and mine are mortal foe, I have always found them to be worthy allies and as I must by nature treat as I find, then I bare them no ill. As to the idea of joining you and Thea for a drink and a natter, I think it an excellent one and look forward to it." she raises her glass and sups down the rapidly warming liquid.
Tenebrae clinked her tankard to Myrall's and nodded. "I'll see if Thea can free up some time soon. As to Kasyr... I will speak to the lad. He really has done a lot for the city, but this has concerned me. And thankyou..." Tene's smile was warm, and for once entirely genuine. "For having that bit of faith in me. Not many do." The warm smile turned wicked, and one peridot eye winked shut briefly. "Of course, those that do not might have their reasons. Oh-- I cannot think of a better time to have some sort of meeting.. all the Ambassadors. Sort things out, like."
Myrall clanks her tankard against Tenebrae's and chuckles "Of course I have faith in you, for I know what many do not. Tis not the men who have the power in these lands, but us of the so called gentle sex. So when those such as young Kasyr stamp their feet and start to rut horns with the other young bucks, I know that all I must do is bide my time and stay my sword until their mistress appears to pull them back into line. Fertangle is no different, but a well placed tug on the lead" she winks "Or beer bottle to the head, and he soon trots to heal once more."
Tenebrae laughed heartily. "Oh. but Myrall, you're all lucky. I have this awful habit of picking men who are insolent and yet charming.." Her laugh would fade, a distant look glimmering in her eyes, then. "One last thing, as far as business goes. What know you of the one who claims to speak for the giants? I have three giant friends, if not more, and they all seem eager to help in Vailkrin. If he proves the same, then think about this... between us, we have half the lands at least allied..." She trailed off, giving Myrall a meaningful look.
Myrall leans her head to one side and thinks "I know three of the giants well, now let me see." she starts to count them off on her fingers as she speaks. ""First of course there is Valkor, he does much for his kind and is eager to aid any who ask it of him, secondly there is Garite, a surly fellow but loyal enough once you gain his trust, though he dislikes dragons and has a nasty habit of calling me stumpy, and lastly there is Sanmichel, who is in fact the giant ambassador, though like yourself has only just returned from a prolonged absence, so I have not had much chance to catch up with him and discuss matters, so if I were you, I'd speak with Valkor first then the other two."
Myrall said to Tenebrae, "I know of no other who claims to speak for the giants, and I am pretty sure they don't either."
Tenebrae nodded. "Add to that list a rather odd but well-meaning fellow.. whose name he will not give but you'd know him by his eating habits." She made a face. "I know all but Valkor, and will do my best to meet with him. Since Cabal's Headquarters rest on the Gualon border, I think it best he be assured of the goodwill already existing." Tene took a long last sip of ale and patted Myrall's hand. "You know, I have a little hope, now. Perhaps more than before, that my people will at last have somewhere to settle. It must feel good, having such a secure home."
Myrall gives her hand a gentle squeeze "I will send Valkor to seek you out, he is honestly a good man, none better and well suited to diplomacy. If he knows that he comes to you as my friend and under no threat then you will find him very easy to deal with."
Myrall said, "Aye it does, she looks about her. "I never though of Craughmoyle as my home, more as a place I landed up by virtue of my marriage, but the events of the last year have made it my own, and it is this stone and the people who depend on it for their safety and livelihood that has kept me sane whilst my husband descended further into lunacy."
Tenebrae smiled again. "I suppose I should be off, and see about this petty thief.." She scowled a little. "Had a dreadful creature in last night, too. Threatening to destroy vampires with his Holy Light. I couldn't care less if the sun itself shone out his behind, I told him to get the hell out. Avian fellow, with a griffin. I doubt he'd bother you, he seems bent on bothering the Dark Races. Bloody loonies. They don't seem to understand that the majority are only dark by nature, not intent. And that a good deal of evil is done by those who wield Light..." Tene took up her pack. "Ah well. Thanks for the ale, and the chat. We must not leave it so long, eh? And give my love to Fertie." Tene rustled about in one of her pockets, tossing Myrall a little package. "Give him this for me?"
Tenebrae snickered a bit. In the package was a few slices of peanut-butter fudge.
Tenebrae said to Myrall, "I worry for him, you know? If there's ever anything I can do.."
Myrall nods "I'll keep an eye out for such a fellow, for I have many friends amongst your kind and I would like them to remain in one piece, also Vale here may not be true vampire but many mistake her for such. " she catches the packet "I will be sure to make sure he gets it, and fear not he is his old self once more." she gives Tenebrae an odd grin.
Tenebrae laughed once more, glad of the news. "Good to hear. I will try to get Thea and some time, and we'll have that natter, hey?" With a wave, she made her way to the door.
Myrall waves to Tenebrae as she enters, beckoning her over to the secluded corner table she is already seated at. Laughing she offers the other woman a drink. "I fear the service is not nearly so efficient as in your own establishment, but we get by, so what would you like?"
Tenebrae grinned. "Not nearly as loud, though. And a nice cold ale would be grand." Her features shifted to a slightly guilty look then, and her grin became sheepish. "Uh. Myrall. First things... the Vampiric Embassy is in a bit of a need of a makeover."
Myrall motions to Giolla, who appears at her side almost instantly with a tray of ale. Taking the drinks from him she smiles politely and waits for him to depart before turning her attention to her guest. "Is it?" she raises a brow. "Well by all means, do with it what you feel is needed. Are you in need of either funds or workmen for the task?"
Tenebrae shook her head a little. "I think I have it covered. But.." She gave the dwarfess a puzzled look. "Some rattish person has made a nest in the lower floor. While I was.. uh.. preparing the place for renovation, I cleared out that clutter, too."
Tenebrae took up a tankard and took a grateful sip.
Myrall frowns as she leans forward and picks up one of the tankards. "Really, do you have a name for this being? For once I appoint an ambassador then the embassy becomes their sole domain, and none have the right to abide there without the ambassador's express permission."
Tenebrae wrinkled her brow. "None, I'm afraid. There were pictures... him and his family." She took one out, the picture creased in four and with a rather obvious heel-mark through the father of the family's chest. "Here... all very settled in, official-looking."
Myrall looks closely at the picture and her frown deepens. "Have you ever travelled to the east of the Cabal head Quarters? To the Castle in the desert?"
Tenebrae's jaw grew tense. "I went looking for Buckley's hut... found some great lump of a building in the way."
Myrall gives a sigh. "Aye, that'd be the place, well I was once given a tour of it by the then owner, a very smarmy fellow name of Qengho." She jerks her head towards the painting. "That is his likeness, either him or his twin brother, an even nastier chap name of Red. Though I was told he is now gone from these lands, but another of his bloodline is most certainly still about. Goes by the name of Raver, and he shares many of his relatives nastier traits."
Tenebrae twitched at the sound of the name, memories of a voice in her head. "Oh I know the one." Her brow furrowed more. "In any case, I've removed his rubble and locked the place up for now. What was he thinking? And how...?" Her tone was rather indignant, the picture eyed annoyed.
Myrall shakes her head. "I know not, though I do know that he thinks himself to be something special, so he probably presumed he had the right to do such a thing, though I certainly gave him no such indication, nor would I without first consulting you." She downs the ale in one angry swig, and slamming the glass on the table reaches for another.
Tenebrae's frown lifted, a malicious little smile forming on her lips. "Like to see him break back in..." Her eyes glittered. " I shifted the chitterling from the cellar to his 'office'. And left it very little food." She also took up another ale, drinking deeply, and looking at Myrall over the rim. "Right, next point of business. My apologies for being away so long. But on my return, there's more now to do than ever, though in some ways it's become easier. Firstly, I'd like to enlist dwarven help to pave Vailkrin's streets, once the town planning's done." She sighed softly. "Kasyr is Regent now, but I am Cabal's leader, and Cabal owns Vailkrin, collectively. And as long as we do, we'll endeavour to restore the Dark Lands to what they should be and better." Tene sipped again, looked at Myrall closely. "What do you think of Diiroehn, the Lich?"
Myrall thinks for a moment, the turmoil in her mind at the mention of the tiefling's name evident on her face, but she tries to hide it as it is a subject for a later time. "Of course any help that the dwarven can give 'YOU'." she stresses the word quite pointedly. "Only needs to be asked for and it is yours." she then pauses. "Diiroehn? I know little of him." the woman hunches her shoulders. "No, that is not strictly true. I did know him, our paths crossed many times way back, but since his return our acquaintance has not been renewed."
Valse whispered to Tenebrae, "Your tavern was robbed."
Tenebrae smiled gratefully. "Myrall, I can't thank you enough. I've thought it an overwhelming task, without the dwarves help we'd be laying pavers years from now.. of course," she nodded, "I will pay handsomely for the workforce, though the giants who cleared the rubble managed to save a goodly lot of materials." She couldn't help another grin. "It seems fitting the Empire's palace winds up under the feet of the people it oppressed. As for Diiroehn, he is.. probably insane. But always loyal to Cabal. I have thought.. and I wanted your opinion on this.. to construct an Undead Quarter, where the Dark Forest is now." She pulled a face. "Horrible place, and just asking for the Upperdrow to come surging on another "raid". I thought that if I put Diir there as Lich Lord and gave him a spot for his own people, they could in turn help protect Vailkrin from such threats. Not to mention clearing up the problem of the creatures that creep up from the Underdark.."
Tenebrae said to Valse, "....what? Robbed..?"
Myrall 's face takes on a strange and complex expression. "I think you will find that if the drow come from the Underdark to Vailkrin, it will be in revenge for they are threatened by one of your clansmen, and I must warn you I have promised them both my aid and protection from him."
Valse whispered to Tenebrae, "I came in when the man already had the gold. He got away when he threw some of the gold into my face. A lady that works there. I think her name is Larkish witnessed it."
Sanmichel trudges into the bar, a bouquet of dead chickens strung over his shoulder. "G'day, all!"
Myrall nods in greeting to the giant.
Tenebrae was torn between concern for her pub, and that now held for her nation. The latter, of course was more important. "....what?" Myrall was given an incredulous look. "What monkeybrained foo... Kasyr? Kasyr. Kasyr is threatening the Underdark. Surely, Myrall, you must know I'd never do ought to put our peoples at war." It was one thing after another. She was starting to feel at home again. Turning now to Valse, she listened as he explained. "Ah, just one? And nobody hurt... Could you run back and see that Lalki is alright, and tell her it's all fine, nothing to worry about?"
Tenebrae gave Myrall an exasperated look.
Valse said to Tenebrae, "She is fine. The man tried to stab her husband, but he is fine as well. You should think about hiring security. If you do. I will do it."
Sanmichel stops mid-breath, his smile frozen in place. "Came in the middla somethin', eh? Don't mean to intrude...jest doin' a mite o' shopping." His gaze darts back to the menu, but not before shooting the goblin a dirty look.
Myrall looks at the stranger then back to Tenebrae "If you need to go I will understand, and rest assured I never thought it any of your doing. I believe I know who was behind it, and they will pay, Kasyr was nought but a pawn in their power games. If an agreement can be reached that Diiroehn and the drow leave each other in peace, then I think it an excellent idea."
Tenebrae nodded to Valse. "We'll speak of it another time. For now, please do make sure nothing else happens in my absence? I have business to discuss here, I 'd appreciate it."
Sanmichel tiptoes, as best he can, past the two women; it's hard to be invisible when you're twelve feet tall.
Myrall smiles warmly at the giant. "Worry not my friend, I'm sure Giolla is happy for the business."
Tenebrae looked back to Myrall, shaking her head. "No it's fine, just a minor robbery, petty thief. And who... " She leaned in speaking quietly. "Is this puppet-master? I must learn of it, if he affects one so close to me." She leant back. "And as long as the drow stay beyond the borders, I dare say there will be no trouble."
Sanmichel nods. "O' course, ma'am..." He tips an imaginary hat and ducks under the door jam. "G'day, all!"
Myrall leans in closer and whispers "Not he, tis a she that pulls kasyr’s chain. One named Laurelle I do believe, but she worries me not." the dwarf gives a wry chuckle "Even though I am told in whispers that if I move against her twill be Rheven that becomes my executioner, but to the truth of that I can not attest. I can however assure you that the Matron Malice wishes to claim no other lands that what is already hers, and none of it lies beyond the boarders of Tris 'Oth."
Tenebrae snarled slightly at mention of Laurelle. "Oh, I'll sort her out... bint." She blew out a breath. "Skulks about naked, always bored. And diseased… Dreadful person. And if she's behind almost putting our nations at war..." Tene frowned deeply. "If Kasyr is so influenced by such a ...person as this, then did I do right in allowing his Regency?" Another shake of her head. "As for Rheven... " She left that issue in silence. "A tangled web, indeed, but at least I am confident of the drow. I have a few of their number as allies on the surface, mighty warriors, which helps." The vampiress really needed another ale after that. "And I think that's all. For the moment." She rolled her eyes and laughed wryly. "I was hoping you and Thea might snatch a little time soon to come to the Embassy with me and look at some swatches. A few drinks, a bit of advice. A chance for us all to relax and catch up properly."
Myrall 'bites her lip and gives her usual dwarven shrug. "Only you can answer as to Kasyr’s suitability for the trust you have placed in him, but I will say, that I have only stayed my hand so far because of our friendship, for I knew that once you returned then you would soon be able to reign in any wayward behaviour and once more give him purpose. Well purpose that is not guided by that creature at least. Should Rheven seek me out over this, then fear not I will deal with it in one way or another, but deal with it I will." she gives a strange but knowing smile to the vampire.” And I agree with our assessment of the dark elves, though by tradition their kin and mine are mortal foe, I have always found them to be worthy allies and as I must by nature treat as I find, then I bare them no ill. As to the idea of joining you and Thea for a drink and a natter, I think it an excellent one and look forward to it." she raises her glass and sups down the rapidly warming liquid.
Tenebrae clinked her tankard to Myrall's and nodded. "I'll see if Thea can free up some time soon. As to Kasyr... I will speak to the lad. He really has done a lot for the city, but this has concerned me. And thankyou..." Tene's smile was warm, and for once entirely genuine. "For having that bit of faith in me. Not many do." The warm smile turned wicked, and one peridot eye winked shut briefly. "Of course, those that do not might have their reasons. Oh-- I cannot think of a better time to have some sort of meeting.. all the Ambassadors. Sort things out, like."
Myrall clanks her tankard against Tenebrae's and chuckles "Of course I have faith in you, for I know what many do not. Tis not the men who have the power in these lands, but us of the so called gentle sex. So when those such as young Kasyr stamp their feet and start to rut horns with the other young bucks, I know that all I must do is bide my time and stay my sword until their mistress appears to pull them back into line. Fertangle is no different, but a well placed tug on the lead" she winks "Or beer bottle to the head, and he soon trots to heal once more."
Tenebrae laughed heartily. "Oh. but Myrall, you're all lucky. I have this awful habit of picking men who are insolent and yet charming.." Her laugh would fade, a distant look glimmering in her eyes, then. "One last thing, as far as business goes. What know you of the one who claims to speak for the giants? I have three giant friends, if not more, and they all seem eager to help in Vailkrin. If he proves the same, then think about this... between us, we have half the lands at least allied..." She trailed off, giving Myrall a meaningful look.
Myrall leans her head to one side and thinks "I know three of the giants well, now let me see." she starts to count them off on her fingers as she speaks. ""First of course there is Valkor, he does much for his kind and is eager to aid any who ask it of him, secondly there is Garite, a surly fellow but loyal enough once you gain his trust, though he dislikes dragons and has a nasty habit of calling me stumpy, and lastly there is Sanmichel, who is in fact the giant ambassador, though like yourself has only just returned from a prolonged absence, so I have not had much chance to catch up with him and discuss matters, so if I were you, I'd speak with Valkor first then the other two."
Myrall said to Tenebrae, "I know of no other who claims to speak for the giants, and I am pretty sure they don't either."
Tenebrae nodded. "Add to that list a rather odd but well-meaning fellow.. whose name he will not give but you'd know him by his eating habits." She made a face. "I know all but Valkor, and will do my best to meet with him. Since Cabal's Headquarters rest on the Gualon border, I think it best he be assured of the goodwill already existing." Tene took a long last sip of ale and patted Myrall's hand. "You know, I have a little hope, now. Perhaps more than before, that my people will at last have somewhere to settle. It must feel good, having such a secure home."
Myrall gives her hand a gentle squeeze "I will send Valkor to seek you out, he is honestly a good man, none better and well suited to diplomacy. If he knows that he comes to you as my friend and under no threat then you will find him very easy to deal with."
Myrall said, "Aye it does, she looks about her. "I never though of Craughmoyle as my home, more as a place I landed up by virtue of my marriage, but the events of the last year have made it my own, and it is this stone and the people who depend on it for their safety and livelihood that has kept me sane whilst my husband descended further into lunacy."
Tenebrae smiled again. "I suppose I should be off, and see about this petty thief.." She scowled a little. "Had a dreadful creature in last night, too. Threatening to destroy vampires with his Holy Light. I couldn't care less if the sun itself shone out his behind, I told him to get the hell out. Avian fellow, with a griffin. I doubt he'd bother you, he seems bent on bothering the Dark Races. Bloody loonies. They don't seem to understand that the majority are only dark by nature, not intent. And that a good deal of evil is done by those who wield Light..." Tene took up her pack. "Ah well. Thanks for the ale, and the chat. We must not leave it so long, eh? And give my love to Fertie." Tene rustled about in one of her pockets, tossing Myrall a little package. "Give him this for me?"
Tenebrae snickered a bit. In the package was a few slices of peanut-butter fudge.
Tenebrae said to Myrall, "I worry for him, you know? If there's ever anything I can do.."
Myrall nods "I'll keep an eye out for such a fellow, for I have many friends amongst your kind and I would like them to remain in one piece, also Vale here may not be true vampire but many mistake her for such. " she catches the packet "I will be sure to make sure he gets it, and fear not he is his old self once more." she gives Tenebrae an odd grin.
Tenebrae laughed once more, glad of the news. "Good to hear. I will try to get Thea and some time, and we'll have that natter, hey?" With a wave, she made her way to the door.