hammered steel & sharpened bone
come to the Underground Market!
Blessedly, the young servant was not kept waiting at the borders for long. To his carefully masked alarm, an immense figure cut its way through the tall grasses. Dark as the night sky, with fangs that were likely long enough to gut a wolf, should they have the chance. A brilliant sapphire gaze turned upon him, the behemoth spoke. “I am Sirius Fatalis, the Warlord here. What brings you to my borders?” He most certainly was a warlord, wasn't he? What other role could one expect a man of that stature and brawn to fill? Intentionally neutral expression shifted into a polite smile, accompanied by a gracious dip of his head towards his chest. "Good afternoon, Warlord, my name is Absinthe. I have come on my master's behalf to extend his invitation to you and your people." the onyx servant began, Slavic accent toying with the tones of his vowels and soft consonants. "He will be hosting a market in the north for the remainder of the autumn season, and invites you to join. We have brought all manner of goods from many of the lands we visited this year, as well as well trained servants available to those with the means to acquire them." the speech rolled off his dark tongue with practiced ease, having delivered this message a few times since his... initial acquisition by Augustus. As much as he enjoyed the facsimile of diplomatic engagement with the many leaders he spoke with, it occasionally made him homesick. "There will also be games of chance and skill hosted in the evenings, if you and your people are the gambling sorts, and you are encouraged to bring your own contenders for the small game fighting ring that runs every night, should that interest you." the offer was paired with a slight quirk of the brow, there and gone in the blink of an eye. Brimstone gaze swept over the Warlord's features, curiously seeking to read the emotions that might slide across them. STEP IN LINE, EVERYTHING WILL BE JUST FINE |