A Kindred Meeting ((RP~))
The wee hours of the morning always tended to be the most dull. When one has no need for the release of sleep, and only chose to fall into whatever state that counted as one's own version sparingly, one must find ways to keep oneself entertained. Which may or may not have been difficult, depending on where one was staying or what one had available to them. If one found themselves inhabiting a library, as an example, the search for intrigue and interest would be a short one. Provided one was neither picky nor lacked the proper education to read.
As softly smoldering eyes took stock of Sigil's shelves, taking note of tomes that were well worn and practically memorized from decades past, Vynllindal couldn't complain. Well, he could, but doing so would most likely imply insult to the Lord Magister who he'd left drifting off to sleep in his lavish quarters. Felanias had spared very little expense in the creation of his own space on Draenor, and as such these books and scrolls were the best the Thalassian State could offer. Pale fingers plucked a smaller text on the relative theory of Arcane Transport from its housing, a condescending smirk upon blue lips. He would have to recommend the inclusion of flavored reading on the morrow.
His choice of late night reading therefore picked, the Knight turned to approach a set of dark wood chairs, a matching table laid between them. He'd always been partial to the light, airy furniture featured within the Spire back in Silvermoon, but these he couldn't deny were handsome pieces. Well... An echoing chuckle filled the chilled air that perpetually surrounded him, the only sound in an otherwise silent base. Or so it was, until a twitch of his ear caught the nearly non-existent thump that announced he was no longer alone within the room. How unexpected; and to think the night was going to remain boring.
"Judging from the fact I heard you before I saw you, I imagine you are not here to kill me," he spoke cordially, setting the book down before the chair he had been about to sit in. "Well, attempt to kill me. Again. That whole state of affairs becomes rather complicated when you're a walking abomination. I'm sure you realize that as well. Unless your target is not me... And if so, you really must be a terrible assassin, giving yourself away so soon into the endeavor. Ser Lord Magister's room is down the hall and to the left, after all."
As the Sin'dorei prattled on, his stealthy company made itself known with a few more light foot steps that covered most of the room in only a few strides. Vynllindal watched as a large frame slowly appeared against the far wall, dressed in dark leather and frowning between two curving tusks. A troll standing nearly eight feet tall stared at him from there, arms crossed and every inch of that enormous height tensed, on high alert. Seeing the obvious discomfort only furthered the grin on dead lips. "Ah, you. I was skeptical when I heard Felanias had a pet troll. So I see I was wrong to assume. Hm...That is you, correct?"
"M'nah a pet," was the quiet reply, the frown tipping all the more south. "M'name's Alkkal, an' m'a friend a Fel's, ya. Known'm a while, I 'elp out when 'e needs et. Who are ya?" the pure accusatory tone of voice employed in just a single word caught the Knight slightly off guard. It was such a contrast to the fidgeting, nervous stance; one could almost have been convinced it had come from some unseen person yet undiscovered. Almost.
Vynllindal left the table behind to approach Alkkal, eyes keen to see every false twitch and errant swallow his movement caused in the troll. "Who am I? I am Vynllindal Winterwind, former Lord Magister of Quel'thalas and an extremely close old friend of our Lord Magister Netherwrath. I could recount various other titles and trivialities, but I am much more interested to hear how a troll has become so bold as to call a high ranking Sin'dorei official his friend."
The Frostmane, for his part, remained stood where he was even as Vynllindal stopped just a few steps away. His slow, half-stuttered breaths froze between his tusks, the Knight's ever present chill so cold as to even make the native of Dun Morogh shiver. His own ice blue eyes, though, remained heated enough to give the smirking former Magister pause. "S'jus' 'ow et is. Fel's m'friend, an' e's gonna stay dat way, whethah ya like et a nah, Vyni-a-dal."
The pause settled for far longer than it should have, hanging between them as Alkkal's wispy breaths did. Vynllindal regarded the troll passively, his expression unchanging; for someone who was so prone to restlessly shuffling his feet, the big man could staunchly hold onto his stance, even in the face of a staring Death Knight. Finally, the elf broke his silence with a full bodied laugh, startling poor Alkkal into pressing his back further against the wall.
"Is that so, Alkkal was it?" He waited until he received a hesitant nod before continuing. "Let us say I am inclined to allow you to continue believing that; which I am, since it's rather adorable a thought. Why is it that you've appeared before me, here and now? Just to ask me my name? That seems all together too simple, and I will have you know I am not a simple man."
"I eh..." the troll swallowed, unnerved to see the dead man's eyes watch the bob of his throat. "Been seein' ya 'round a lot. Real close ta Fel. So I eh... wan'ed ta know ya name. S'... S'jus' dat simple..." the stutter near to the end had Alkkal trailing off, gaze darting to the ceiling. Vynllindal's smirk was practically palpable the next he spoke, nearly purring best the echoing timber of his voice would allow.
"So that's it. Well then, Alkkal, it would seem that I misjudged your intentions," the expression that earned the Knight was almost too much; it was just so innocently naive and curious that Vynllindal could have just pinched the troll's cheeks. As it was, the former Magister turned his back on his company, strolling to the table he'd left behind. He took a seat there after, book once again in hand. "While you have seen plenty of me, I have seen nothing of you. Let us remedy this, shall we? Perhaps not when only the dead stir, hm?"
Questions were obviously hanging as plain as the ribbons upon the trolls tusks, but Alkkal swallowed them all in favor of trying to seem in control of the situation. "Well eh... I dun... Righ'. I 'aven' seen ya leave, so ya stay 'ere den?"
A nod was the trolls answer, Vynllindal having already turned his attention to the small print detailing time-space anomalies. "That is as right as any thing else. Now off you go, pet. I am sure there is a bed large enough to accommodate you. Such as the one just down the hall, and to the left."
The tell-tale whisper as the troll began to disappear sounded a moment after the Knight finished speaking, Alkkal's voice a murmur barely heard. "M'nah a pet..."
Vynllindal grinned, settling back in his chair to see out the rest of the night with silent scheming. Oh how cute the lesser races could be.
