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ic-Lyulfe inclined his head curtly in thanks as Karthias and Plaxica vacated the room. For several moments the room was uncomfortably silent, until the elf released a small sigh and looked up from the floor boards to peer directly into Rong Er's face with searching eyes.
"I realize that your honour was offended, and your life threatened. And I do believe that Karthias owes you an appology for his brashness, and Mormegil at the very least an explanation. But we are after all, how do they say, 'merely human'." He gave her an ironic smile. "Karthias was reacting out of worry over his 'client,' and the wizard because it's his job. Mormegil..." he paused and shrugged. "Most likely ignorant because of his massive amounts of money. He probably isn't used to being told off by someone, especially a person like you."
Lyulfe's eyes held a glimmer of humour before he continued. "I realise I do not have a say in this because I am not directly involved, but... I would not like to see anyone die because of this. Must've rubbed off on me from Skye," he added with a wry chuckle.
He sighed again. "Here's a deal. I know you're not strong enough to walk, so if I carry you to Mormegil's quarters and you get an appology from Karthias and, if Mormegil is conscious, at least a compromise between the two of you, would you agree to help Skye by telling us the antidote? If you want, you could tell only Skye, in order to assure your safety afterwards, if that is what you are worried about," the elf added.
Lyulfe walked in front of the door. "You do not have to answer right away... I will give you a few minutes to think it over. Please do not think I am taking sides," he said softly as he looked at her, an unreadable emotion glimmering in his eyes for a moment before he looked downwards again, waiting.
[ 02-07-2004, 10:07 PM: Message edited by: Skydracgrrl ]
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