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โMy my, what a warm welcome.โ The newcomer jests in spite of the situation. โI surely expected him to be joking about how youโd react but here we are.โ
The room was as welcoming as any of Isghardโs accommodations for those unwilling to pay a succulent price, absent of the lavish tapestries that the upper echelons surely adorned in their own quarters. The hearth however, was warm, wood sparking and snapping as the flames licked high against the stone, illuminating the room in a muted glow.
The door to the chamber opens without so much as a knock, and the click of a gun is unmistakable, echoing off the stone walls. The form that enters instantly freezes at the presence of a weapon being trained upon them but an amused smile creeps across their face.
โMy my, what a warm welcome.โ The newcomer jests in spite of the situation. โI surely expected him to be joking about how youโd react but here we are.โ
Dagurโs lip curls ever so slightly at the unfamiliar males flippant tone, even more so after their scent gives away that itโs another Viera. Despite the heavy furs and cloth the shorter male wears, heโs still lithe and skin pale, most likely Veena and better built for the colder weather that plagues Coerthas than he. This male however is not the individual that Dagur was expecting to meet today and he is not fond of surprises.
โSays the welp who barged in so rudely.โ Dagur snarks, his aim never wavering. โWho are you.โ
Before the blonde haired Viera can respond, a second presence comes barreling into the chamber, grasping without hesitation onto the barrel of Dagurโs gun and lifting it up towards the ceiling, forcefully shoving the ochre eyed male back in the process, pushing them farther into the room. A flurry of hand gesturing gets thrown into his face immediately after and Dagur growls in irritation, but lowers his gun at the now familiar pair of eyes glaring at him. He may not be able to see the color of them any longer but the familiar scowl and set stubborn jaw is something heโd hardly forget.
โTobias doesnโt seem too happy with you, in fact heโs asking if โโ the blonde Viera starts.
Ochre eyes jerk over to the Veena, glaring once more. โI know what heโs saying.โ He bites out harshly, all but pushing the Rava away from him, who huffs back in irritation but neither move to engage any further. Dagur doesnโt elaborate either, their past remains buried back in the forest, where it should be, with Her. Tobias resettles into himself, crossing his arms before coming to stand at the Veenaโs side, albeit a bit closer to the fire. Ishgard is a far cry from the humid forests of Golmore after all.
Dagur slides his gun back onto his back holster, eyes flickering to Tobias as the other Rava signs a quick sentence.
โUsing Garlean weapons still, disappointing.โ
Dagur clicks his tongue, signing back, โNot your business rassgat.โ
โWell that certainly helps.โ the Veena questions in surprise, clearly there is deeper roots to their relationship than Tobias let on, but he remains silent. His partner had always held his past tight to himself. โAnd with those pleasantries nearly out of the way, Iโm Braeden, the one actually here to meet with the joyfully elusive envoy of the Redbills.โ
Dagur pinches the bridge of his nose, cursing under his breath. โEnvoy?โ
Braeden cocks his hip as he muses for a moment. โAre you not? I was told by a very reliable source,โ emerald eyes amusingly look over at his partner, who turns away as if uninterested. โ-that you have good relations with both the Skysteel Manufactory and the Redbills.โ
The sandy haired male idly adjusts the virtu goggles that sit just above his forehead before walking over to the lone table in the middle of the room. โThink what you will, but I donโt represent humes, and youโd best bite your tongue when it comes to those who you carelessly name aloud in this place.โ
Braeden hums thoughtfully, ears twitching in interest when his eyes land on the unique goggles sitting upon Dagurโs head. A faint burst of magick brushes against his senses before sliding away, a curious thing. The male was stubborn, as are much of their kin heโs has the pleasure of interacting with over the years. He himself might not even realize his dealings with both entities is enough for him to act as envoy in name alone. โLiaison then.โ
He grins at the sour look Dagur shoots him, but Tobias shifts next to him and signs something too quick for him to catch, a few unfamiliar signs he hasnโt been taught. Dagur however, has no issue understanding and closes his eyes in what seems like resignation, before tapping two fingers against the table. Whatever transpired between the two is not intended to be shared.
โI donโt care for idle chit chat, leave what you have for the Redbills here and it will be taken care of.โ
Braeden huffs in amusement before digging into his coat pocket and procuring a small package, placing it before him. โTell Mr. Myste with this, our end of the contract is fulfilled.โ he claps his hands once in a jovial manner and Tobias rolls his eyes. โIโm sure weโll be seeing you again. Anything you seek, my trade is likely to find.โ
โLetโs go, it stinks here.โ Tobias signs, smirking over at Dagur who returns it before walking over to clasp onto the other male's forearm.