#kc_necropolis

"Tell me what you remember of it."

"We need someone talented enough to draw eyes and beat, in quality, any one else. While your superior, to use a laughing term, will likelyh not be there himself, he will send a representative....that representive is our clue. He is seduced by me, using the form of this CC... and work is done on his outfit, very fine cantrips on it's replacement. A Chimerical plague that will focus more on the Seelie will release over the course of a week at the new hold.. "

He waits, letting her finish.

"Weariness, lethergy, and a slow retardation of mental abilities will ensue as you plan, lord allowing your many plots to go forward in full. If it somehow gets discovered, all signs will point to the satyress."

He purses his lips, nodding with professional admiration.

She quiets for now, the question answered

"Very good, my dear. Tell me the name of my superior, and the location of this doomed Freehold."

"Your liege is Count Tathlon ap Gwydion, His Freehold of the Primal is located in Cleaveland as well at..." She gives the adress

He notes this information.

"And... why are we dooming this representative, my liege, and that Freehold?"

"Because he is a Gwydion, and because my House and yours have a more suitable replacement if we can depose your liege. Because the representative is a convienet scapegoat and known for a love of dalliances and the story will fit, and the Freehold will not be harmed by the plague as only you have the cure. A thing you will use to clear it. "

"And what is that?"

"The cure? My lord? what is the cure?" Confusion

"I didn't tell you, did I?"

"no my lord, I surmised it might be some sort of insence in form, but that's just a guess. You've kept that secret for yourself."

"How very clever of me. Hm. Tell me, how would these answers change if I were not your liege?"

"I would try to mislead, lord, telling the truth, but a less useful truth."

"Such as?"

"If someone else had asked why I tried to hire the satyress, I would say because I had heard she was the best."

A twist to his lips. "And how has your mission been so far?"

"It really just began. THe satyress is less eager to perform for us than I hoped. " A frown "This could get expensive"

"Do you believe you could buy her?" Mildly. "Can you win her over?"

"Everyone has a price"

"What is hers?"

"I am hoping professional pride and vanity. And a sense of outdoing others."

"That was your hope. What is your sense now?"

"Too soon to give up on it, but I mustn't presume. I Must poke enough to motivate, but not anger wholly"

(End or Pause Scene, for now)

((Pause!))

The lady mutters in her semi awake state

He's careful. "What's that?"

"i said I hope your generosity continues, my lord"

Softly. "I think you will find me... most generous, indeed. Veranda."

He only has a bit longer before the drug wears off now

She smiles

"Sleep now, Veranda. You've done very well. Don't worry about the satyress in Kansas City; there are others that will serve."

"Others..yes" And the suggestion is planted

He waits, watching, till she slips away.

and she slips away.

A shame, it would draw attention if she never made it home.

With a sigh, he goes over the place one more time, looking for any last clue or trace of his being there.

He wipes down any evidence finds no more clues regarding her...

and slips away

(End Scene)