Elrick stood faceing a mirror in his private chamber, assesing the damage the insolent nomad had done to his face. There was snarl beneath the now crooked nose. He felt and saw the red riseing in his cheeks, anger and embersement at his mistake mixing into a terrible coacktail. One thought grew promient as his mind worked it’s cruel way, the nomad would pay, restictions or no, the nomad would regret ever being born in the sandy wasteland he called his home.
He found the image of the boy begging, beggining for him to have mercy to be far more pleaseing, this was no longer simply a matter of work, no. The idoit child had made it personal, and that was not something Elrick was very often. The snarl turned to a cruel smile, he would beg, not for an end to pain but nosie. That much he knew, the drill master he had to ‘work’ with that was in charge of all of those slated for the fall festivel had made his arsenal rather limited. Ussaly it didn’t matter if his ’client’s could so much as walk when he was done, now he could hardly touch them.
But if the gaurds report was accurate then this blind nomad would be far more weak to nosie, or perhaps the complete lack of it, deafness he had been told had been a usefull tool of his escorts here.
He smothed his silken shirt, giveing himself a look over in the mirror, sighing once more at his now imperfect nose. The doctors mocking words that it looked like a school boys injury still ringing in his ears faintly. It had been a very long time since he’d had to deal with an insult, one not said by someone on his table at least. But those were diffrent, the insults of the damned and tortured were not something he cared about, but the insolence of that dark skinned boy, that he would pay for in full.
With a final glance at the full length mirror in his private room to make sure the dark red shirt and pants he wore sat right he sighed, there was nothing he could do about it, it was crooked and that would be enough to remind him not to be so careless. The thoughts of the nomad and his soon to come troubles were pushed back, for now he had other things to deal with. Like a court function that Alten had insisted he being a Baron, should attened. Why he did not know, he knew little about his supposed Barony, other then that was where the coin that paid for the ridculous clothing for these things came from. A small smile crept up, how much he wished he could make them really understand what he did to earn his palce at the head of the table and at Alten’s left hand. That was something he was not supposed to do, it was a public secret.
At least this times his shoes were comfortable he thought, as he walked down the taperstry lined halls to the great hall where a ball of some kind was being held. There was nothing in there that he had any desire to be a part of, but what Alten insisted on Alten got, that was how it had been for as long as he had been in employ, but at least these things only happened once in a while, at least one’s that he had to attened. That much he was glad for, and chances were if he had to be attendence so did the ‘game master’ as he was ussaly called, he had a diffrent title, one less childish but Elrick coudlnt’ quite be bothered to remember it.
With one more sigh, this one more of a fortifing breath he entered, forced himself not to cringe as the senshcal tapped and anooced his entry, and the dance kept going, the band in the corner kept playing and other then a look from those not danceing to the tune he gaind a look for his choice in colors. It was spring, and one was not supposed to wear red in spring. He did not care, and the taoilor for all his protesting had not cared enough to risk his ire, so he wore red.
He looked about the room, dismissing most and dandies and thier women, these were pups at the table hopeing for scraps, every land owner that had the capital to call himself a nobel was here, along with any of thier brats of the marring age. Though one thing he did notice, was the absence of the frivlious Galroy, it was a welcome relief, he did not need another asking if he’d gotten in a school yard brawl.
I just realized I have no idea where this is going so I’m gonna end it here.
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