At the Safe House in Boralus, Lady Emberfury was discussing the particulars of a certain matter and a particular new agent that asked for Sanctuary at the Cove. The Magistrix had expressed that not much good had come from whatever interaction she has had with her family. The Magi-Pirate somehow convinces the Commandant of the Emberfury Division to entertain his request and so Nimuehdra would assign this agent to Captain Darcelle Beauchamp who now actively works with the Agents of Suramar about the current murders that were causing unrest among the Nobility in the Shal’dorei Capital.
The Warden of the Viper’s Cove nodded to the Blood Mage, "There are no easy days left to me, I've no need for someone who can only pass an easy test." He looked for his smokes as he mentioned, "I was told the contract of the deed was sent out last night. All should be well and ready with the Black Rose when they arrive to see to that as well. Should I have her meet them there or in Suramar? She's staying at our safe house in Booty Bay is why I ask, to save the trip."
The Commandant thought for a moment before she spoke, "Hm. That is a good point. I will have her sail at Booty Bay and have her inspect the Black Rose. Probably have that wheel fitted before we take her all the way to Suramar."
"Very well. Ask this Sockette to be ready to teleport to Suramar once we have concluded the business with the Ship."
"Aye, that'll work out well. I hope she serves you better than her last Captain served me." Oh man, he said that with the chill of one who would murder the one in question if they got the chance. The long story was long, as with most of them. "I'll have Ryley let her know. If you need anything to do with the harbor, ship, or even more backup let me know. While we investigate Stonewater's plight we've plenty who could do some heavy lifting for you." They like to 'take out the trash' and such.
"Makers! I could almost feel the icy chill of Death.” She chuckled, "Don't worry. She will be treated well. The Div would be happy to board the Brig."
Nimuehdra listened intently until he finished speaking. "I will let you know if that need arises."
Captain Malache gave her a wry smile, "The man outed the Kingsnake's -son- to the nobility of Silvermoon." She could probably imagine what happened next. "I doubt you could stomach stooping as low as Sicarius has. She'll do -much- more good in your employee." He warmed up a bit, more fond of thinking of her future than her grisly and bloody past.
"I should likely get my ass headed back to The Cove soon anyways though, we have a new girl I want to be sure she settled in alright." He said with brooding concern under his friendly smile. "If she doesn't end up dead she might really be something, the new ones have promise." He continued.
The Magistrix would silently dip her chin in a very slight nod. Her brows twitched upward momentarily, "I don't think I could...no." Came a plain response. "Well, let us hope none suffer in this ordeal and it goes as smoothly as it possibly can." She straightened her back as he continued, "Oh...yes, it is getting rather early in the morning, isn't it? Time to step over the fence and head back to the city. I need you to know that I won't be available for the next three days as Captain and I have a few things to attend to somewhere along the coast of Northrend. But as stated, we will arrive soon enough. Nothing dangerous... just taking care of business in the Vrykul lands."
The Harbormaster of Stonewater Bay nodded as he tipped back his glass to clear it before setting it aside by the bottle. "If you go to the Vrykul would you ask them about something for me? I'm curious about their returned. Not the undead but the ways they can return from the Halls of Valor. Any little information you can come past is of -great- value to me." Of course, it is, you're -sitting on one- right now. One you'd rather keep than let go back.
The Commandant of the Division rose from her seat to leave and exchange pleasantries but then rose and met Flaxin's gaze as he asked her of a particular favor. The Magistrix straightened her form and did not press but nod, studying his expression carefully. "Of course," she began, "The Vrykul at Myjosindil and I have a bit of history. They do owe me a favor or two."
Captain Malache hadn't hoped for that much but he put a hand on the table coming around, "I'll explain it in more detail when next we meet. It's a long story, the....the Halls have sent one of their own and I wish to know more about it. Before I put my money on it I must know what is possible. How one of the fallen could return, why, and what one could do to retain them..." He didn't know how far he would go just yet but he looked willing to go as far as it took right then.
The Magistrix nodded very slowly. The Magistrix would approach and gently pat her gloved hand over his. Her glacial blues still studying his form but would have a softness to them, eyes that behold the compassion and understanding of a friend.
"We'll worry about the details later. If you need the information, I will bring what I can to you."
The Blood Mage was obviously curious about the fallen that wished to rise again to Valhalla. She smiled and retracted her hand, "If Odyn's chosen could do it…then I am certain there is a way..."
The void-touched Quel’dorei warmed up to the gesture and gave her a curious look before nodding, "Thank you. I've come to know of many cultures and people but...I suppose we all need help sometimes, yes? When you go, go well and return to us in one piece, aye?"
The Void-disguised Magistrix maintained a gentle smile on her lips. The Magistrix did not mind the curious look but it was probably obvious to him that she knew there was something was nagging him. Something of a very personal nature. "Well, then you've certainly found the right person to ask."
Nimuehdra paused….
"That's what friends are for, Flaxin Malache.”
The woman nodded before she continued, “I will….and I hope the winds carry you safely until next, we meet." She turned to leave but not before giving the Captain a nod.
The Magi-Pirate hoped they would both find their ports as they should as he let her go ahead of him. He had a few things to put away before he went back home, after all, he didn't want to leave the place scattered for Sam. He was terrible at letting someone go with the last word but couldn't think of anything pertinent to say. He'd have the Witches make sacrifice for their endeavors, perhaps.
With that, the Magistrix would be encompassed in black mists and taken back to whence she came. As she returned to the once Noble Captain Beachamp, her mind lingered upon what Flaxin had said...
An irritation of second guessing herself sank into the thoughts of the old woman as she’d walk towards her house in Silvermoon. She’d let her nails dig into her raven tresses, scraping to her scalp. A sigh escaped her lips. “Why does one even bother. Mercutio isn’t around... his business isn’t mine. Even being invited to such a business...” Diaage mumbled to herself as she’d open the door to find Elsif and Nihasa sitting in the common room.
“A bad day?” Elsif noticed a permanent frown lining the woman’s face.
“More dead ends. One doesn’t know what to do anymore. Living here or living in the port - it doesn’t seem quite safe just yet.” The ex-director would slump into one a living room chair. “Elsif... Why should one resurface? To what end? Why should one deal with Mercutio or my brother? Or any of the family. What goals would that accomplish.”
“Well, Miss Malievi... It might not be my business, but... family is family. Considering everything... recovering from years past of estranging yourself your business and noble family...” Elsif spoke quietly as he’d glance from her to Nihasa. “Maybe not just for yourself? But for your daughter?”
“For titan’s sakes... bringing Nihasa around that lot. Infighting, deaders, screaming, blood... just a typical night of Intoxication.... Hope to the seven hells that that Malache boy is alive...” The old woman groaned as she’d push herself up out of the chair. The conversation trailed from there as she’d stare out the window into the city of Silvermoon. To what end...
To what end for all who witnessed what happened this night....
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