Archeval, Darth Imperius (
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[handmaiden of unsheathed swords] voice posted:
This is Darth Imperius.
Anyone interested in discussing our newfound options in person... [ or more importantly, away from prying ears on the quartz ] ...may find me in the parlor this evening. Perhaps it is genuinely time to round up that group meeting several of us keep threatening.
Anyone interested in discussing our newfound options in person... [ or more importantly, away from prying ears on the quartz ] ...may find me in the parlor this evening. Perhaps it is genuinely time to round up that group meeting several of us keep threatening.
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You may call me Archeval.
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It's very nice to meet you, almost. I shall be with you shortly, tea in hand.
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Then I will be waiting.
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"Are you Archeval?" Recalling the username attached to his initial communication the word 'handmaiden' had almost tripped out of her mouth, but she saved herself in the nick of time. Saving herself from what would have been a tremendously bad first impression.
"I'm Lily Evans, I came to talk about what we heard earlier on the quartz." Giving him a polite smile she paused and took a sip of her tea before continuing. "You've likely already figured out that I'm quite new to the farm, but I'd like to know anything you'd have to say about what's fallen into our laps."
Neither option seemed especially good, and this person struck her as being likely to have some strong opinion on the matter.
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"Ah, of course, I've been waiting. Do have a seat." Despite the ominous title of 'Darth Imperius' and the slightly edgy choice of clothing, he seemed mild-mannered enough in person, if a little brusque. He gestured vaguely over toward one of the nearby chairs as he returned the paper he'd been examining to the top of his stack; it looked like a combination of the local Sa-Hareth script and scribblings in some other, unfamiliar alphabet.
"And yes, hm, I certainly don't recognize you from the slave ship. I suppose as long as we keep stealing Unhalad's fresh meat out from under his nose, he will just keep on trying again," Arche concluded with a sigh, irritably combing some stray hair back from his face. As Lily made herself comfortable he scooted over some of the items on the table to make room for her; it seemed he'd brought along his own small, slightly chipped tea service to accompany him this evening.
"How did you end up escaping his clutches? Have you been here long enough to learn a bit about the history of this whole mess...?"
hi i'm the idiot who removed the bit about her bringing tea but not sipping it sorry about that!
"I don't know if I was in his clutches based on what I've pieced together," she began. Lily pulled her bag into her lap and took out her notebook and pencil as she continued to speak. "The exact moment of my arrival here is a complete blur, but what I do remember is the people in the woods having me. They pushed me into the lake." It was an unpleasant story that she had recounted to many of the farm's occupants. Each time had brought her some new bit of information about their predicament and so, though she found it very unpleasant, she was still unwilling to recall it.
"That thing at the bottom, if I was in anything's clutches it was that. I'm not sure how I didn't drown," she shook her head and frowned, her gaze drifting down to the tea service he set out. "It released me the following dawn, and Karsa found me a little after I had dragged myself onto the lake's shore and dried out. Since then I've tried to find out what I can, Karsa told me a little, but some of the others here have been willing to share what they know, thankfully."
Tilting her chin towards the teapot on the tray, Lily reached into her bag again to retrieve a handful of fresh leaves from one of the wild plants growing around outside the farm. "May I?" She would swiftly toss the leaves into the pot of the tea service and transfigure them into hot (sadly weak) tea as long as he didn't have other plans.