A Modern Trial
The drow watched the oracle retrieve the key to the vault with some dismay. Oh well, it seemed if he planned to later pilfer the vault on his own he would have to legitimately break in through the electrical console. That would have to wait.
"I do," he rumbled in reply, while carefully monitoring the slightly swooning demeanor of the pale man. K’davar wasn’t a team player by a long shot, which might as well have been a good thing since he doubted he would be able to keep someone so edgy from being hurt. He could only assume that given his status and position, Zeran could hold his own.
Then K’davar’s face hardened, and his tail lashed in the air behind him as a strange, frigid sensation caused his skin to crawl. A deep growl rolled in his broad chest.
"Let’s get this over with," he snarled, gesturing despite himself and rather evasively making his way to the door for Zeran to unlock it. "Here."
Deciding that with someone being caught red handed inside the vault, that the man with him now was relatively innocent, Zeran decided to trust him for now. Moving forward, his composure back to a normal passive expression and stilled muscles, graceful movements allowed him to place the key at the gestured location. The disk slid inside seamlessly, the magical and technological components making no noise before the door slid to the side revealing the Family's Vault.
The shimmering treasures and jewels, fabrics, ancient art and weapons, coins, and one of a kind objects littered the room in an organized fashion. The money and papers (what one can only assume being contracts from dirty buisness) filled almost half of the immense space, which was much bigger then it was perceived to be from the outside. However, none of this was of much importance as the hostile figure inside was now in their direct line of sight, or so to speak.
The first and most noticeable thing was this man's eyes. They were fierce, frigid and insane, the colors where different and exotic; the left a coppery golden hue that reminded one of a sunset, while the right was a cold and icy blue. High cheekbones led up to slightly pointed ears, that then curved down into a strong jaw that had a nice angle to it. The features were that of an elf, but his human heritage was obvious with his slightly fuller cheeks and the tiny bit of rounded features mixed into his pointed chin.
Short hair, cleanly shaved on the right side, was a true red that had been styled to stick out slightly though it still moved freely a few inches above his broad shoulders. A servant's tail suit hugged his lean waist and a deck of playing cards was being shuffled back and forth between long slender and finely manicured hands.
At the sight of the two a smile crossed his face, he hopped down from the table he had been sitting on lazily and stopped shuffling the cards. Giving an elegant bow low the two, he looked up; just enough for K'davar to be able to tell he was mocking them with a smile and a flash from his bicolored eyes.
"Welcome."
