The Gates of Felbrook
Apr 10, 2020 1:33:31 GMT -4
Post by Nintendo Mastah on Apr 10, 2020 1:33:31 GMT -4
The demoness shook her head. "No worries, I will send message to the castle myself then". To add insult to injury to her already difficult situation, the mist that had earlier rolled in gave way to a light rain. As much as Aeshra appreciated rain, she preferred to be indoors when it happened.
The moblin messenger had been a blessing in disguise. Although he had delivered grim news of other places suffering the same fate, he had also informed her others were looking for a way to stop it. Aeshra rarely smiled, but now a little smile began playing on her lips. Hope, such a rare feeling these days. Mostly she felt it as though she was just doing her damnedest just to get by every day, to keep Felbrook together, now she felt hope for a solution.
"If there was nothing else, I will return to Felbrook and immediately craft a message to send to the castle about our situation. Yet again I repeat, tell your Lady I would like to meet at her convenience". She turned her head to her bodyguard for a second and felt something in her chest, heard something in her own head, a sound almost like a growl. 'Kill him', her thoughts said. 'Rip him to shreds, tear his flesh from his bones!'. She shook her head and cleared her throat, but before she had time to do anything else, her bodyguard was next to her, a concerned hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright, Lady Aeshra?", he asked. "I... Am fine, for now. Thank you Carric".
Turning back to the moblin one last time, she resumed conversation. "I thank you for your time, Mortimer. You and your allies are welcome to spend a night in Felbrook should you wish, an accomodation perhaps better suited against the rain than your camp. The choice is yours though. Should you wish to take up the offer, head to the Raven's Flight inn and tell them them the Countess sent you".
Despite hating formalities she decided that it was the best course of action and gave a little curtsey, waiting for the moblin's response.
The moblin messenger had been a blessing in disguise. Although he had delivered grim news of other places suffering the same fate, he had also informed her others were looking for a way to stop it. Aeshra rarely smiled, but now a little smile began playing on her lips. Hope, such a rare feeling these days. Mostly she felt it as though she was just doing her damnedest just to get by every day, to keep Felbrook together, now she felt hope for a solution.
"If there was nothing else, I will return to Felbrook and immediately craft a message to send to the castle about our situation. Yet again I repeat, tell your Lady I would like to meet at her convenience". She turned her head to her bodyguard for a second and felt something in her chest, heard something in her own head, a sound almost like a growl. 'Kill him', her thoughts said. 'Rip him to shreds, tear his flesh from his bones!'. She shook her head and cleared her throat, but before she had time to do anything else, her bodyguard was next to her, a concerned hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright, Lady Aeshra?", he asked. "I... Am fine, for now. Thank you Carric".
Turning back to the moblin one last time, she resumed conversation. "I thank you for your time, Mortimer. You and your allies are welcome to spend a night in Felbrook should you wish, an accomodation perhaps better suited against the rain than your camp. The choice is yours though. Should you wish to take up the offer, head to the Raven's Flight inn and tell them them the Countess sent you".
Despite hating formalities she decided that it was the best course of action and gave a little curtsey, waiting for the moblin's response.