we don't care, we don't mind
Seer!
It came as a relief to know that Idalia was well received, and he dipped his head gently in acknowledgement of the Warlord's words. He dared not ask if she was being treated well, lest he push his luck with the man's good graces. There were little other pleasantries exchanged, instead the titanic male cut straight to the intention behind his second visit. His expression did not shift from the cool mask of overall disinterest it had adopted once he had decided he had reached the end of his threshold for small talk. “I mentioned when we first met, a desire to see if you have any potential warriors. I would like to see them now.” the Warlord said curtly, leaving no room for argument. The charcoal marked male let his expression slip into the neutral mask he typically adopted when working, smoothing out the crisp lines of the star that had been painted between his brows. Dipping his head in a small bow to the Warlord, he said "Of course, Warlord. Please, follow me." and turned on his heel to pad deeper into the large main antechamber. As the last dredges of sunlight faded from his view, his vision dimmed. He let the warm light of the lamps lining the walls guide his path, carefully placed steps drawing him towards the back of the cavern. The lamps seemed to dim at the back of the cavern, where they began to trail along the walls of a tunnel that led away and deeper into the mountainside. Charcoal toes alighted softly on the stone floor, a light step that came from good breeding and proper upbringing. "I hope you find some of the wolves to your liking, Warlord." he murmured as he led the massive man deeper into the market's seedier sections. They passed a branching tunnel where the raucous sounds of laughter could be heard echoing from somewhere deeper in the cave- the gambler's den they had established. If one listened carefully, over the cacophony of laughter and arguing, there were the sounds of small game fighting for their lives in the pit that had been erected. Needless to say it had been a hit with most of the guests. Once they were out of direct earshot, he looked over his shoulder and slowed to fall more in step with his client. As always, he kept the larger man on his left side, where he could better see him. "Would you allow me to select a few of the candidates, or would you prefer to look our captives over yourself and make your selections?" he questioned gently, brows pinching together and auds flickering to capture his surroundings while his good eye was busied with reading the Warlord's expression in the dim light of the lamps. Within moments, they had entered into the cavern that held the pens. Along the left wall, a few smaller hollows had been fitted with young saplings that had dried into place, forming temporary gates to hold their newer acquisitions and more unruly captives. He hugged the right wall, and paused with only a small gap between himself and the receding wall that opened up into the cavern. He hoped it would be enough to encourage the Warlord to step further into the chamber and maintain his place on Absinthe's good side without making a show of placing himself where he could better see the large male. STEP IN LINE, EVERYTHING WILL BE JUST FINE |