Lunch at Pier Seventeen [27th noon]

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Lunch at Pier Seventeen [27th noon]

Post by Rosalie Marcada »

Stretching out a modest distance into the Citadel's large, calm harbour was a pier that was no longer used for shipping. Built towards the center of the boardwalk, Pier 17 had been outreached many yahren ago by the larger, more serviceable piers of the harbor after the moles were constructed to tame the unsettled waters of the Ocean. While most of the old piers were torn down, this one remained due to popularity due to tavern that grew upon it's broad, sturdy surface, a popular place open at all marks of the day and every day of the week, it's rosy, warm lights as familiar a sight to returning sailors as any lighthouse.

The tavern itself was unique in that it was constructed entirely of timber, as much from convenience as the potential dangers of weight. As such, it boasted only a single level with a sharp roof that towered up at a stern angle. A single chimney...for there was a stove within the building...rose well above the building itself, as much to protect the pier from its dangerous sparks as it was to protect the fires from the moist spray of the sea. A fresh coat of red paint covered the buildings past coats of paint, enough such that timbers themselves no longer displayed their grain. A broad pair of white double doors protected the entrance, though these were seldom closed or even noticed, and beyond these was a modest, brightly-lit taproom with a small, lacquered bar to the right and a half dozen snugs and tables to the left. Beyond these tables were another pair of doors, a magnificent pair made of stained glass set in iron that lead out to the Gallery beyond.

While there were a few tables located within the building itself, Pier 17 remained a popular eatery due to its magnificent covered porch. The Gallery, as the locals called it, was guarded on all three sides by a carefully crafted railing and imperfectly lit with the muted, amber glow of several brass lamps hung from the upper rafters such that the lights of the harbour were not diminished for the guests. Another small bar was stationed here alongside the stained glass doors that lead inside. A pair of short steps spilled out of the Gallery opposite the tavern building to the remainder of Pier 17, a popular place for evening walks or meetings.

Regardless of where one might be upon the pier, the odor of fresh, spiced fish cooking in the hidden kitchen was unmistakable, a marvellous smell that mixed with the fresh, sea air to leave the building with a relaxing and intoxicating scent. While a short, rotund man sat behind the inside bar of the establishment, he stared wistfully out one of the many windows of the building, watching the dockyard at work and leaving one of his employees…a petite girl of perhaps fourteen yahren with a considerably freckled face under warm, brown hair…to greet newcomer


Rosalie was wearing a dress of sapphire blue Condotierre colour, her hair and her ears and neck alight with sapphires and diamonds. She didn't hide her wealth, why would she accompanied that she was with her safety escort. Never less than six, Mio Amore, never less then six. She tried to repress her attack of sentimentalism. That spirit deserved no more attention, yet the memories pressed themselves upon her nonetheless.

Rosalie looked around the establishment and smiled, ready to impress whomever approached her. She was not here for any particular reason, but it might be nice to see who else showed up.
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Ashari was beginning to enjoy Aerin's presence more everyday. Not only was she intelligent and easy to get along with, but she was also tidy and had spent the morning before Ash's lazy bum got up cleaning her house. After that she'd assisted the mage in getting ready by helping with her corsetting, something women of privledge were quite accustomed to, but she was not. Like the day prior she'd gone without the illustrious volume of wooden bustle beneath her dress, this time finding herself in an ensemble of lusterious silk in burgundy. A floral pattern of black overlaid it in alternating vertical stretches of interwoven blooms and stripes of vines and leaves. Ash's jewelry collection was much less impressive than Rosalie's, but it was that very fact which caught her eyes.

For, the mage was a thief at heart, and such sparkles were difficult to miss, especially when stepping out of a carriage almost in time. Ash was content to wait a moment before walking into Pier 17. In that flicker she digested and dealt with the thoughts of Iorn. Pier 17 had been the last place he'd said he'd wanted to take her, it also held great proximatey to the boardwalk which'd been the beginning of his undoing and her introduction to the Citadel's underworld. In that time she'd deftly avoided the seafood establishment.

But there were people here, she'd reasoned. People who wore sapphires and diamonds on day-trips. They were precisely the sort of people she desperately needed to fall-in with. Rosalie Marcada was quite famous in the city, and with her troup of soldiers it was easy to make the connection.

Coming into the restaraunt after the Baroness she gave her a slight nod in hello and a warm smile. They'd not met, but known of eachother. From what she'd heard, it had been Rosalie who'd set up much of the festivities in celebration after the Changer had been defeated. She'd not had an oppertunity to thank her, but she'd also not been awake for the party.
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Rosalie's bustle carried Audrey's touch. It gave width to her dress, almost in a western way, but with a slight princess line of Imperial design that was growing on the Merchant Princess. It was perfect ironic that the dress expressed the change that Rosalie was undergoing, the savage imperial influence more and more pronounced. After all, was she not an official Imperial Citizen at this time? She had of course never waved goodbye to her Mouthie nationality, too proud in her position. It was a curious mix.

Rosalie felt several curious eyes upon her person. She did not acknowledge them immediately instead softly ordering the young girl to find her a spacious place near the window overlooking the harbour. She liked the sight of all that business being under way. It was most stimulating for her appetite. She turned to give Georgio a small nod, certain the man would make himself scarce in a discreet way, observing from some distance.

She then noticed.. signora Gywien was it? They had moved in similar circles though at this moment Rosalie was hard pushed to remember who precisely their shared acquaintances were. Rose nodded in reply, with a half smile, raising her eyebrow slightly as she indicated the table that had been selected for her. A bit of company might be nice.
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Rosalie's acknowledgement and invitation was a small victory in what had been the uphill battle to establish herself among the nobility of the Citadel. She sauntered over to the woman's table with the confidence that had likely been attributed to her. "Baroness Marcada, Ambassador to World's Mouth, it is a pleasure to finally make your aquaintance. Are you waiting for a guest, or might you wish for some company during your lunch this afternoon?" She asked with a luminous smile, but stayed upright until fully invited. Ash wasn't even entirely sure of the merchant princess would recall exactly who she was, or for what reason the thief knew her. It was likely she had numerous persons to remember.
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Order had been restored to Citadel by that day, enforced by the heavy presence of the blue clad City Guards in the streets, Marshal Ranier sending every available man and woman out that day. A number of retired and semi-active members have been recalled and thus the roster of Blues had nearly doubled, with Stephen Mattiro's approval. Business owners and had added to it a number of mercenaries that have been hired to make sure their shops and establishments were kept safe and the Pier was no different, though its owner had only merely sent a few extra thugs to keep the place safe.

As Rosalie entered her escorts peeled away, leaving her with only Giorgio in immediate vicinity, the thin man rushing forward to keep the door open for her. Deacon had offered her an added protection of a few soldiers in the employ of Imperial Trade Guild, but it was hardly necessary with her Condotierre escorts. Nodding to the lady he made his way to the bar, taking a seat, near the window and looked outside, though the lady Ambassador could catch a reflection of his eyes upon the glass, the man keeping an eye on her even though not looking in her direction.

A table was set for them, a girl quickly bringing a pair of menus, fashioned quite unlike the ones at the Blackbridge. Covers were made out of beaten iron, a hole on its front looking like it had been made by siege weapon or cannon, name of the establishment painted under a painted picture of its exterior. Inside the dishes were listend upon yellowed and purposefully wrinkled paper, which threatened to roll into a tube unless held, almost as if it had been rolled up and in a bottle for a while. Under the name of each dish there was a short description of its ingredients, though no price at all has been listed under any of the entries.

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"Signora Gywien,"Rosalie smiled, gesturing to one of the chairs in invitation "I'd be honoured if you'd join me for lunch. It seems to be the most exquisite moment to get to know each other better."

Settling on her chair Rosalie accepted the menu and perused it with interest. "I shall have the salad with goats cheese and nuts, followed by the Lambs Roast," she decided. Lunch was to be one of her main meals today. "And a bottle of your finest Rogue red, that is.. if you will join me in that signora Gywien?"

When the waitress had left she arched an eyebrow at Ashari, wondering where precisely she had run into the woman "It seems we have passed each other often but were never properly introduced. Are you an acquaintance of my husband?"
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The mage smiled warmly and took the offered seat greatfully. It was much more fun to dine in company than by one's self. "Thank you, Baroness," she said as she scooted her chair beneath her, and took to examining the menu. Rosalie was quick to know what she wanted, it put Ash in the position of selecting quickly. She'd not intended on her lunch to be a large meal, but now that the Ambassador had suggested such with her order she felt it might be rude to get a smaller one.

Taking a page from her book she too ordered the decadent sounding salad. Inwardly she wondered how interested Cicero might be in the nuts, but it was a smirk she contained. "And..." she scanned the menu, but sighed. "And something to surprise me, tell the cook I'm craving lobster, but haven't the faintest idea how I'd like it served," she handed the menu over to the server with a smile. "I'm sure he can come up with something, yes?"

"I think I may have to go with a Cliff White to agree with the palate of the fish," she responded to Rosalie's offer of Roque Red with their meal. Plus, it was a safer bet to just have a glass or two with the Ambassador than allowing them the chance of finishing off a bottle together. Not that such an arrangement couldn't be interesting... but it was a first meeting afterall. Better to air on the side of caution. "But if you'd rather share a bottle of that, I'd be more than pleased to join you," she suggested, but if not, then she'd settle on ordering a glass of the fine wine instead.

"I've not yet had the pleasure of the Baron Marcada's company, but I've heard much of him... as well as of you. It seems you're a striking pair - likeminded and goal oriented. It's an unusual trait in a woman, one most becoming of you Baroness. Women of the West, such as ourselves, seem much more capable of the burden of business than most I've met here in the Citadel. Would you agree?"
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Rosalie tilted her head, thinking for a moment. She was pleased to note that the girl did not suggest a Kislovan white. Her accent of course betrayed why, as did the words that followed. "I shall have a glass of Roque Red then," she smiled, particular on what she would drink with her lamb.

"You are most kind," the Ambassador said modestly, even though that was not a trait she usually professed to. She arched an eyebrow "I take it you are from the west too. Though not World's Mouth..no, I don't think..." She left it lingering in the air. Potentially she was spy for the Western Kingdom, but judging from the clothing Ashari appeared reasonably adjusted to Imperial life. Besides which, if she was in any position to come close to her husband, who hated most westerners with a passion, it was not likely she held such loyalties. "How are you enjoying life in the Empire, signora Gywien?" Rosalie inquired politely.

"Yes, ladies of the West learn to be ambitious and successful in business," Rosalie agreed, "that is to say, in imperial eyes quite ruthless, though I think our most helpful trait is that we often succeed in portraying ourselves as mere demure women, willing to support our husbands instead of being a subtle yet influential matron of the familias. Though of course only imperials would make the mistake of believing it." She challenged Ashari with twinkling amber eyes, wondering if the lady would protest at such a view, or would recognize it for the truth.
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"No, not World's Mouth. I was living in King's Court before pilgriming here in the Empire. I have family of World's Mouth, though I guess you might be able to figure it from my coloring," she said as she laced her fingers together beneath the table. As she asked to how she felt on the Empire itself, she continued. "I'm adjusting to it, it is quite different in many ways, but I find certain truths hold no matter where one's feet have landed. And yourself? How are you holding up so far from home?" There was genuine interest there. Though Rosalie was a few yahren older than Ashari they were both terribly young and away from what had been their respective homelands.

"Demurity has it's place," she agreed. "If only to lull opponents." The notion was not lost on her. She too had played the part of doe-eyed dimness merely because of her gender, and been quick to use it to her advantage. "There is much to be said for stepping away from the kitchen and into the council," she commented, knowing quite well that only one woman had risen to such ranks in World's Mouth, and even then, it wasn't going terribly well what with the on-going struggles. "But, sometimes a woman's most important moves are made via her husband's hand. One cannot be too quick to dismiss tactics that have been in use by women for as long as women have allowed men to sit upon the throne and think they have all the power."

How interesting Rosalie was turning out to be! She hadn't imagined that the foreigner would have so much spark, but it was delightful to see that she was alight with an energy that spoke of constant inspiration and ideas. It was no wonder the Baron found her enticing. "How do you find the women here, of the city? I've met but a few who were actual citizens. I find myself mostly in the company of those from abroad."
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With a laugh the Ambassador acknowledged the truth of Ashari's statement of lulling opponents. Oh yes, in that they were perhaps much the same.

"Oh really," Rosalie exclaimed with some enthusiasm as Ashari mentioned family in the Mouth, "Which part?" Though a tan was not the same thing as an olive skin such as Rose had, it was not a prerequisite for Mouthie descent. Her black hair at least precluded too much adhiel blood.

"Ah yes, I think of home often, even though my life, indeed my fortune is being made here in the Citadel," Rosalie sighed with some regret, left to wonder what she would be doing right now if she was in the Mouth, right now during the vendetta. Stabbing the person that caused Papa to be arrested.. She had some thoughts on who that could be and it caused her amber eyes to chill for but a flicker. Then she gave Ashari a wink, lowering her voice so she could tell her confidentially "It is a rather savage place, but full of opportunity. It is also... rather passionate. Things happen here in public and with official approval that my countrymen would consider quite sinful." A clear Oneist, there was of course quite a lot that Rosalie considered sinful, no matter how often she participated in it.

The servant brought their wine and Rosalie paused for a moment, before raising her glass in brief salute "As for the women, I must confess I have met precious few of them. Like you I find myself surrounded by foreigners mostly," she chuckled "Do you think they exist, true Imperial women of the Citadel?"
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Ashari was, if nothing else, a bit of a mutt. Her heritage ranged from across the world. "My nonna on my father's side was from the Mouth," she replied in refrence to her grandmother. Nonna was the only name she'd ever known her by, and she was the only grandparent she'd ever known. "She passed away when I was very young, but I have fond memories of her, and she spoke of her homeland often. Your accent reminds me of her... it's nice."

She considered a response to Rosalie's words on the sinfulness of the Citadel, and lowered her voice suitably. "That savagery and sinfulness, I believe, is a large reason as to why there are so many foreigners here. So many establishments cater to their needs," she replied, but didn't go into further detail. Ashari was no Oneist, and she certainly wasn't under the impression that anything was sinful, but she wasn't above allowing Rosalie to believe otherwise.

The mage's nimble fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass, not wanting to warm the wine with her bodyheat. Ash lifted the flute in return of the salute. She took a small sip, running the beverage through her mouth and rolling it over her tongue. It was lovely, and she enjoyed the taste. "I begin to wonder if such women exist," she replied in jest. "Perhaps they are the truest of mythical creatures... greater than mermaids or faeries," she giggled lightly. "I find that in this city there are very few from here, even the Caesar himself is a foreigner!" Ashari shook her head. The very thought was still somewhat mind-boggling.
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Rosalie laughed softly, arching an eyebrow as Ashari noticed how much like her grandmother she was, appearing old usually a catty remark among women "I shall take that as a compliment," she teased "since it obviously is a good thing."

Then she laughed openly and raised her glass again "Hear, hear Signora Gywien. I do believe you are right. It is our own sinful nature that attracts us to the Citadel." She decided to like this young witty woman, feeling something of a kinship with her in a lonely world.

"Ah yes, His Highness originally hails from World's Mouth in fact," Rosalie gossiped as two women might, when sharing a glass of wine, "though he did not grow up there. I had this confirmed by my own foreign office. His cultural background went a long way building bridges between our nations." Well, not exactly. Carloni had decided for political reasons to keep up the story of Azarin, even though there was only some minor evidence. There were notes of course, but they had not been put to the test too strenuously. After all it was in the Mouth's best interest to maintain this myth.
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"Oh!" She laughed lightly. Ashari realized after Rosalie spoke how her words might be interpretted. "I meant, as in your accent alone. It was meant as a compliment. Trust me, you couldn't remind me of her in any other way. She was a very typical family matron you were just speaking of, but she didn't use it to it's potential. She was much more interested in her children." The mage managed to supress the smile, thinking over a flicker of the physical comparison between Rosalie and her nonna who had been a short, frumpy woman with no fashion sense who was more concerned with the state of the chickens than with the state of affairs in politics. There was the particularly hoarseness of the Ambassador's voice, however, which held a similarity which couldn't be shaken. Ash kept that tidbit to herself.

At Rosalie's openess to her own sinfullness Ash gave a bright grin, lifting her glass in agreement. "I agree," she laughed, feeling not as afraid of the woman as she would've been had they met under different circumstances.

"Yes, he'd mentioned World's Mouth," she commented, not thinking about the reprocussions of being linked to Andolin, or the Caesar is general. "You researched his family? I imagine that must've been quite interesting," she said slyly. "Would I have the resources, I'd imagine I'd do the same. Hopefully his background will continue to bring prosperity to both nations. The Citadel could use it what with the darkness that seems to have been hanging around it of late." There was a somber tone in this.
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As the mage paid extra attention to Rosalie and her destroyed voice, she might notice that around her neck, admirably covered by shiny baubles were some very distinctive dark marks around her throat. Rosalie meanwhile was just amused by Ashari's embaressement and waved away the protest with a smile.

As she did so, the salads arrived, a peppery crunchy combination, drizzled with honey. They were both offered another glass, which Rosalie waved away for herself.

"Yes, quite interesting," Rosalie laughed about the Caesar, now wondering what the connection between Andolin and Ashari was. It caused her to pay more attention. She took a bite of her salad "You may wish to pay attention to his .. grandfather I think it was.. Ironheart. He slayed some great beast. A story of legend to be sure. Nobility they were, so I guess that his illustrious forefathers were forced to leave because of my own forefathers .. insistence... when the Merchant Council took control of World's Mouth."

Rose was about to inquire further when Ashari distracted her and she could only nod in sympathy, in between two delicious bites of her salad "Ah yes, daemons. I've had quite enough of them to be frank. A few months ago I was caught with one of them in the Divale. Gave me a freight. We don't have enough Inquisitors in this town capable of dispelling such creatures of the Nether." She suddenly looked upon Ashari sharply "The Demon Hunt.. ah.. signora Gywien, now I know where I have heard your name mentioned."
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Ashari wasn't yet ready for another glass of wine either, and as Rosalie spoke of Andolin's past and his family's heroics she began nibbling at the delicate salad. It was everything she could've wanted from an appetizer. She munched quietly. Listening, she digested the information about Andolin as much as the greens. It seemed Rosalie was a little fount of information on the subject of the Caesar. Another stunning reason to get to know the Ambassador better.

"I had no idea he came from such an interesting family," she replied evenly as though the topic didn't concern her over-much, but her continual gaze might easily give away that she was, infact, quite interested in anything that the Baroness might say about Andolin. "I hadn't realized there was such an exodus of nobility from World's Mouth from that time. I had thought it to be a more recent event." Turmoil in World's Mouth had reached her ears. Not to the extent of the violent stories about orcs dismembering members of the aristocracy, but... still. She'd heard that there were attacks.

She ate thoughtfully as Rosalie finally placed where she'd heard her name. "Apologies, Baroness, I would've explained myself further had I realized." A smile played across her full lips, one of bravado and ego. Ashari was, for good reason, rather proud of being linked to the group of the Demon Hunt. "I had heard you threw a celebration for the members of the Hunt. I sadly wasn't able to attend. The fight with the demon took a great toll on my body, I was asleep for several days without stirring. Some of the healers thought I might not awake." She took a sip of her wine to wash down the salad, as well as to use as pause from the dark topic.

"I'm glad it's all done with, though, and the Citadel is doing much better these days. I'd rather not come into contact with another demon for the rest of my life, if able. Perhaps your Inquisitors could see to that," she said with a slight chuckle. "Though, I don't think I could ever say not to the call should the city need me. There is a great exhileration to fighting beasties of the Nether, but only when experienced.

I've only heard rumors about what happened at the Divale, I imagine it wasn't the night out you expected."

Ashari took another sip of her wine and then set down the almost-emptied glass on the table. "Enough on that subject, however... it is far too heavy of a topic for lunch on a lovely day such as today, especially when in such friendly company."

Switching gears, she continued. "With a hand in the celebration following the Demon Hunt, I can imagine you've got quite the head for planning. Have you anything on your calendar in the near future? I should like very much to have an idea of what an Ambassador considers to be en vogue here in the Citadel."
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Rosalie chuckled, as she savoured the combination that was so thrilling to the palette, sweet and peppery. "Let me be truthful, miss Gywien, the Mouth is a very violent place, not unlike the Citadel, only less savage. Vendetta's do wreck the place apart from time to time, and there is absolutely no patience at such times for the enemies of those merchants. It seems to happen in every generation, almost like a cleaning mechanism, freeing up space for the youngsters." Her eyes darkened, thinking of the vendetta currently raging. Papa. Papa if they get you I will revenge you. I swear. "Ah, but let us not speak on such sad things, non?"

She leaned forward, whispering confidentially "I hope I never see a Netheric being in my life, but I do admit.. it was kind of thrilling. We chased it off with smoke, if you would believe it. My companion lit a bottle of alcohol and threw it. Never knew it would be so ridiculously simple, though my priest later told me it was probably protecting the girl he caught.. the healer.. I forgot her name." The Ambassador shrugged artlessly "At any rate, I offered captain Ulder my help, send our inquisitors with him. I believe none of them returned, but we have more were they came from. The Citadel is my home now and I'll not have it littered with daemons." She shrewdly watched Ashari, thinking that this must be one of the mages if her action had drained her so. Interesting.

Rosalie laughed as Ashari gave her an offhand compliment, then shared her view on such matters "It is all a matter of delegation miss Gywien. I view myself as an ideas person. I conceptualize how it can happen, what would be fun and of course profitable to do, then I get in touch with the people that can make it happen... the skilled, the influential, the rich. It takes all kinds. I persuade them to do my bidding." The little merchantprincess smiled "Perhaps we women are extraordinary equipped for such a mission. We are rather good at persuasion instead of using force."

"Would it surprise you to know that I am actually planning a little cultural event? I think with spring in the air we are all in the mood for a picknick, with perhaps some light entertainment. I came across a very talented muscian, and we've started planning matters. Of course there shall be a small intimate concert at my Embassy first, before that big event," Rosalie smiled, glad to spread the news to run up some excitement "Of course with the developments in the city the council members of the Advisory Council will look forward to a time to speak informally with each other. There is a council meeting soon, but there will be many more and we might try and find some common ground outside council chambers. That is my benefit, but I trust there shall be enough benefit to others as well."

Rosalie finished her salad and looked with interest at the woman before her "And you, miss Gywien? You seem like an ambitious woman. What events are you planning?"
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It was just a perfect time for lunch, or in Michael's case breakfast. The young man had spent most of the night up, directing his efforts and growing more frustrated with each passing mark. He had planned to use the chaos to strike a decisive blow, and instead his organization has been crippled by an attack from the unexpected foe. He was winning the war of attrition until a day ago and now he was on the verge of losing everything, as the Imperial Scouts lashed with unmatched ferocity in their effort to neutralize Silk and his men. Then the City Guard intervened and things went from worse to hopeless, leaving Michael with only a handful of boys until he could see the Marshall and give the bastard his fat bribe. He really needed a good meal and a few stiff drinks.

Fish has never been his favorite dish, but today he felt like enjoying the sight as well as a meal, and did not quite like the idea of going all the way to Blackbridge. With the laces of his shirt undone, his muscular chest was nicely visible, though his handsome visage was somewhat marred by the rough stubble of a beard upon his chin and the black circles around his eyes. Plopping down into a chair, he glanced around the room as his escorts took their seats as well. It did not take him long to notice Ashari, the waitress jumping to the owner's side even before his hand was fully raised. A burn later another bottle of Cliff White was delivered to the girls' table. "Compliments of Master Crane, miss." It was all the girl said, glancing at the table where a trio of men sat, one of them bearing a likeness to Thomas Crane', though he was by quite a number of years younger. The girl withdrew and left the guests to their conversation.
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Rosalie's information about the Mouth was quite interesting. Ashari hadn't learned much of it, aside from her nonna referring to the food being better there. It was a rather weak comparison when faced with Rose's personal memories of a violent place. Though she believed that the woman before her had seen some of the savagery, she also wondered how removed a Princessa such as herself might be. It allowed her to look down upon it and comment with the distance that any member of true aristocracy was blessed.

"Elaine," she added at the Ambassador's pause. The mage wasn't entirely sure if she was trying to recall the bard's name, or if she was perfectly alright with allowing it to pass. She'd never met the blind blond, but she'd heard of her enough to have her name stick. "I don't believe any of the Inquisitors survived, no..." The fact that Rosalie was quick to suggest there were numorous others was just slightly frightening both in her lack of value of a single human life as well as in respect to the power of the One church. It must be thrust from this city... Andolin cannot allow them more power than they already have. It would do nothing but harm the capitol. Of that, Ash was sure.

"Littered with demons," she laughed. "I don't believe there are far too many more here than anywhere else. It is more about preventing weak mages from attempting to raise them from the Nether itself. That is the true problem. It leaves everyone else to pick up the pieces from their mistakes. Though, I'll admit I haven't the beginning of an idea of how to prevent what mages will do."

"Oh.. now that sounds like the sort of fun that the Citadel could use," she added enthusiastically. "After you put your musician on display I should like very much to meet them... one never knows when one might need some entertainment." She smiled warmly, and couldn't help but hope that a letter of invitation might arrive to her via the Embassy for just such an occasion. "Where did you meet?"

The beautiful brunette was just taking a breath to answer Rose's question about her own plans when the server arrived and offered the bottle. "Oh!" Her eyes glanced over to where the girl motioned, though she needed only to move slightly to allow Ash the vision of Michael with his pair of brutes. "Please, send him my regards and thanks," she purred to the girl before dismissing her. Everything would fall into place. The mage lifted her chin in the direction of the younger Crane, and gave him a curteous nod and polite smile.

Turning to her companion Ashari gave Rosalie an embarassed smile, as if she hadn't intended for anything of the like to happen. Infact, she looked entirely surprised, for she was. Though she'd expected Michael to show, she hadn't gambled on him offering her a bottle of wine. Still, she poured herself a new glass of the Cliff White. "It seems I have a full bottle now, shame you're so in favor of the red," she began. Perhaps I ought not eat... what if he has my food poisoned... Andolin's paranoia was contagious.

"Anyway... as far as my own engagements, I'm entirely redoing my house, so it's taking up a bit of time. As soon as the redecorating has finished I fully intend on having a small party to celebrate... I shall think of it almost like a house warming - maybe a house re-warming," she said with a small giggle, taking a sip of the freshly chilled white wine. "Perhaps I'd be able to make use of your fine musician for such a gathering, if you'd be inclined to allowing me to borrow their talents."
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"I shall make sure to include you in the invitation to my private pre-dinner," Rosalie smiled, "So you can judge the quality of signor Crowley's music yourself."

She took a final bite of her salad "I was fortunate enough to meet him at Simple Pleasures. I'm somewhat of a patron of that establishment, what with my modest interest in the Aveas Export Company." Simple Pleasures of course was a major distributing point in the Empire for the sell of coffee, not to mention a great personal comfort to the homesick Ambassador.

Then they were interrupted, by a man crude enough to single out one of the ladies present. Her eyes wandered to the younger Crane, noting the family resemblance "Ah, that must be a son of signor Crane," she smiled, putting down her fork and knife, ordering another glass of red wine briefly from the waitress. She was of course unaware of the tensions in the Crane family, so she blundered ahead "Can I presume you've been introduced to the patriarch familias to, if you know the son? My husband and me were disappointed he had to take a businesstrip to Dort and so was forced to miss our wedding." She looked at Ashari inquiringly, suddenly curious in how many more ways they were linked. Her amber eyes twinkled "You seem to have made quite an impression on him, for him to send such complimentary wine."
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Ashari moved around some of the leftover leaves from her salad absently, considering Michael's approach at offering her wine. She mused silently, and took another sip from the delicious beverage. "Michael Crane," she commented. "He's doing quite well for himself with this place, but he's lost much as of late - what with the fire at the Banner," she said. "I know his father through business. He's quite the charmer, that one." It was well known that Tom took numerous young lovers, whether or not Rosalie was privy to that or if she was innovative enough to come to the conclusion was entirely unknown to Ash.

"In all honesty I've not had the pleasure of meeting Michael, which makes me all the more surprised at his gift." A slight blush was in her cheeks, one easily passed off as embarassment, though the mage truely burned beneath the surface. She had a great urge to close the distance between herself and the junior Crane only so she might suck the very life from him via the same method she'd leaked power from the Citadel's populace. Ohhh.. the power. She considered and wondered how much of his precious eatery she might destroy via his own life's energies. How much pleasure I might reap from your pain, Michael, for me, for Aeris and for what you've done to your family... That time would come. She had to remember, there was a plan and it need be followed.

"Do you know Tom well?"
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"Lots of fires in the Citadel," Rosalie observed, thinking on how the Divale went down, "Not really a healthy business climate. Perhaps the Caesar can be persuaded to think of measures of prevention."

She laughed at her observations of Crane. "I have no doubt that Thomas is a charmer indeed. Why one of my first nights out in the Citadel he showed me around the Risque without even blinking an eye at the cost and with an experience that said he'd shown many ladies around before. I appreciate manners in a man. He is of course an acquaintance of my husband and we've met several times since last fall. I've brought him into contact with my father when he was over to negotiate my marriage contract. They seemed to be getting along well." Rosalie smiled at that, remembering "For some reason Thomas and Papa seemed to be two of a kind." To her it was an odd kind of compliment, no matter how many people would be disgusted by the comparison.

Her amber eyes darkened as she recalled that her father was no better of than Thomas Crane. Distraction was what she needed. "And you, miss Gywien, how well do you know Thomas Crane?"
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The mage gave a small smile to the comparison between Rosalie's father and Thomas. It was an apt assesment. Both were ruthless in their pursuits, and both were severely protective of their families. It was such a shame to see the Cranes torn apart the way they were. Had she known, she would've thought similar of the vendetta that the Snake was was waging and the toll it put on Rosalie as well. One of the few things Ashari could be thankful for was that she had no familial ties to weigh on her. Though, it also meant no security and safetynet should she need it.

Ashari was confident in creating her own way. She didn't need any to back her up at all. All she needed was to get Andolin. He was the prize. It was to him that her concentration ought go. Perhaps her own vengence against Michael Crane was misplaces. What if it was her ultimate undoing? Only time would tell how the hammer might fall. Ashari had such hopes now, of the future and what she might begin. "I imagine I would enjoy your father's company very much, then." The girl said and moved out of the way so that their server girl might remove their plates.

Such attentive waitstaff, she wondered if it was Michael's doing. It couldn't have been. They were already like that when it was just the pair of young women. The girl commented that their food would be out shortly but Ash paid her little mind. She was already beginning to learn the place of servers and that it was below her station to converse with them, particularly in such company.

"Tom was very kind to me when I had troubles," Ash began slowly, obviously chosing her words well. "I'd come to the Citadel with a friend of mine and we purchased a house. Being silly and not thinking of the future my name wasn't added to the deed, nor to any records. When he was killed," she swallowed, "-the estate was to be en droit to the crown, but Tom managed to help me maintain the property as my own until a time when I was able to meet with the appropriate officials. He is quite generous, indeed. Especially toward beautiful foreigners it would seem." She paid them both the compliment and paired it with a dainty ego-filled smile.

Ashari's fingers laced together on the table as they continued to converse while waiting on their meal. "But you mentioned Simple Pleasures! I must admit a great fondness in the establishment myself. Infact, I purchased a number of shares following the riots merely out of fear of the place collapsing due to the tormented marketplace. I'd say it was a prime move on my part if it is catering to such regular guests as yourself and lovely musicians. It's a wonder we've not met there, with the regularity I visit." She gave a grin, finding that herself and the Ambassador had a great deal in common indeed.
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Rosalie nodded with sympathy at Ashari's tale "Ah yes, signor Crane is an oldfashioned gallant, a trait to be admired in men, sadly lost in many of the younger ones." With this her eyes traveled briefly to Michael Crane, not overly impressed with the way he had managed to intrude.

Then Ashari surprised her. "Belissimo. While we did not not know it we are business partners of a short," she chuckled "Of course I don't go to Simple Pleasures often enough . Politics keeps me away too often. I shall seek to remedy that."

The servant girl returned with the glass of wine for Rosalie as they both awaited the main meal. Rose for a moment swirled the red wine "So, signora Gywien, tell me what other business ventures can we find common ground on. How may the Mouth help you?"
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Ashari's eyes followed Rosa's, and she believed she got the intended meaning. "Please forgive Michael... he's a difficult sort of young man these days," Her stomach turned at the very mention. "Not all of Tom's sons are like that, Chris is charming and very intelligent - he takes after his father very much, not just in looks like Michael." She shook her head. "Infact, were it Chris he would've come over to the table to say hello, rather than just drift around in the distance. I believe Michael has some trouble with social interaction," she shrugged dismissively, both as to talking of the junior Crane as well as thinking of him. Such poetic words about the murderer were not easily pushed from her throat, and it was detectable in the tone at each mention of his name.

"You shall have to, it is a beautiful place. I enjoy the serenity.. and.. perhaps the exotism as well - for it is not somewhere of the Citadel. It feels very different. I enjoy that... but I suppose it's that sort of thing which truely flavors this city - so many influences of so many places," she said with much honesty. It was one of the numerous things she enjoyed about the capital. Just another reason to want to lead it!

"Infact, since you ask, I plan to hopefully harness some of that influx of persons - particularly the beautiful ones," she began, pausing only to take the briefest sip of her wine. "You've heard of the Red Rose Guild? I believe another branch started in World's Mouth following it's crippled decline here - Lilie's or somesuch?

"I'd first intended on rebuilding the guildhouse - went so far as even purchasing a building - primely located, right off Temple Lane with great access... sadly the night of the Coronation it burned to the ground," she sighed eloquently. She was nearly past the desecration of the building. Now, in her heart, it was only the loss of Aeris that haunted her. "I have reason to believe it may've been arson, perhaps in interest of keeping the institution from the island - but I'm not one to be so easily pushed aside. No, it's instead hardened me to this path.

It's sad, really... the way the previous house ended. Once it was a grande place where one could proudly send a son or daughter for training in the numerous things required to be sucessful at court - to bring them above their station. Now, it seems, the mention of it makes one think of whores and Panling orgies," she shook her head distatefully. "Shame."

Ashari gave Rosalie a very interested look, guaging her reaction to the conversation's most recent topic, and wondering if she might be interested in learning more. "It was very profitable once. I would like to see it done again. With all the interest in court here, there's no other place more suited. It's the perfect playing ground for aspiring courtiers, and I intend on teaching them their proper manners. Though.. at this point, I've come to the conclusion that the title of Red Rose Guild will bring nothing but torment to myself and my students, thus I'll be beginning something entirely new - without the hauntings of the guild - something more obviously akin to a school, seeing as my previous attempt wasn't viewed as such," she finished.
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Langredoc left the Inn in the early morning, That was good because it made him evade any trouble on the way out.. Michael Crane, Pier 17... and he had a feeling that he would not be a nice guy. It was better to check alone first.. he dubbed for a few flickers then shrugged, time would tell. So the man walked off with the little wolf following in his shadow. The young warrior took his time, knowing that preparation could save ones life he scouted the surroundings of Pier 17, what turned out to be a tavern, for several marks. He wanted to know how he could get away if life had become awry, his gut feeling had told him that things could go wrong, very wrong. Besides that, it was a new place to explore, and Langredoc had a healthy form of curiosity..

The area was interesting, and Pier 17 had not been what he had expected, he was clearly overdressed with his weaponry and armour.. It was a place where people gathered to eat. He had expected a dark hidden place with all kinds of criminals lurking around. Well, the criminals could still lurk, but the place was ....nice.. and the air was better then in the city, mixed with smells that he could not identify. Now was Langredoc not a food specialist.. actually his only skill in that area was that he could eat anything that was not poisonous.

The light of the sun told him that it had turned noon already, time stop gawking at the surroundings and to meet the guy called Michael Crane.. so he walked down the pier and after a brief moment of observation, used to take off his black leather gloves he entered the Tavern.

Inside it was ...interesting. His eyes carefully scanned the surroundings searching as usual for what was visible..hidden and odd. He found plenty of visible..

Men and women showing the signs of different levels of wealth, sitting in what felt like a careful orchestrated pattern. So he looked around to find the odd man outs.. it turned out to be a woman, Rosalie. Langredoc had never seen such wealth as was hanging on only a small part of her body.. if he would have been a lesser man he would have drooled or gasped, but not him. His eyes searched for more, the guards were easily found.. So he turned his attention to those who surrounded her, if you can't tell the status of a person that was the way to go. It looked like the people kept a distance and not only because of the guards.

The warrior concluded that she was either high in status or very dangerous... or both. Better to stay away from her, and stay out of trouble. Even though he wished to see her eyes, to tell if she was really dangerous.. This place really triggered all his build in warning systems. He had experience with nobility.. and not the right kind.. He quickly shrugged off the tension he felt, and the smile he had lost for only a part of a flicker returned hastily.

His attention turned to the female companion at the same table which who the rich/noble lady was talking, she was not of the same stature nor wealth.. but her body language told him she was not scared or impressed. She had a beauty that scared Langredoc more then attracted him, like it was backed by something more sinister then just pretty eyes.

How interesting the women could be, they were not in his centre of interest, he was searching for a man called Michael Crane. So he asked one of the servant girls “I am searching for a man called Michael Crane, and I am told that he would be here... do you know where he is ?”
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