Just some random RP stuff.....

[Teh EkwEE]

Demiere flashed a smile. As he strode towards the two he felt their tension......They'd be watching his body movements. The one with his hand on his blade's hilt especially. He exuded the aura of Warder, like a wolf that had nothing left to live for. If he was a wolf, then Demiere was the opposing panther, slinking his way toward them in a saunter. Deadly and lilthe he felt a long distance connection to the swordsman, and he may even train with him one day if the other pary sees fit. For now, Demiere was here to see Belmont. Without looking at the swordsman Demiere wove threads of Air, his hand would be stuck gripping his sword hilt. Nothing to worry about. At least that he could see. Belmont stared at him and with the question came a response. "Something fancy?" He arrived to the side<C>
of the swordsman. "Be at ease." He looked at the swordsman and severed the flows of Air binding his hand to the hilt of his blade, Demiere returned his stare to Belmont. "Lord Belmont." He bowed just his head. He showed servitude to no one. Kings he showed the proper amount of respect to, being thirteenth in line for the Saldean throne, after his other cousins and assuming Tenobia met an untimely end, he had learned bowing and scraping and unsightly trait for a noble of High birth. "I've come to speak with you this night. If you'll hear me, I have questions that need answering." The grey eyes pierced deep, the man had seen horrors not unlike Demiere. And he was reminded of Dumai's Wells, shaking the thought away he returned to the present. They stared at him now. "Oh, forgive my manners<C>
. I am Demiere t'si Fu Urrin of Saldea, Highseat of House Urrin and.......ex Jead'en al siswai Asha'man aman. I am in need of your assistance." <E>


Demiere smirked turning it into a twisted sneer. "Psionics is a trivial game, twisting the mind into manipulating others and objects around them. I, my lord, channel the male half of the One Power. The force that drives the universe and turns the Wheel of Time. I will admit to the talent of Compulsion coming close to something of Psionics." Demiere caught himself. "I digress. I hail from a continent across the ocean, a land called Saldea. Drow are something I encountered recently......Pathetic as they are, I gladly confess I am not of their race. I come here today in need of your assitance. I would not speak so publicy...." The citizens around them, scurrying about the square would scurrying less and paying more attention and he frowned. " I should make us private, should I not?" <C>
Demiere nodded answering his own question. Drawing on the Five Powers: of Fire and Spirit and Air he wove a Ward around them. While the air would seem clear no sound would intrude. Neither would any of the conversation leak to the masses of what this foreign lord was doing visiting their leader. "I am a simple human. However I am being chased constantly by those I was cast out from. This is not something I'd speak of casually, but I feel as if those who pursue me are on my trail and time is of the essence. " The air was quite where they were. The space protected by his Ward. The time had come to ask his question. "I wish to ask your protection. I have heard that your eyes and ears reach far and would not have known about you at all had I not asked for some 'plum wine' at a local tavern.<C>
I was disappointed to learn that it's very expensive in this realm. Along with a great many things that are plentiful in my homeland. Again my mind wanders, forgive me. In return for your protection I will fight your enemies, in both body and spirit, and carry out any 'cleaning' you need done. I'm very efficient at both. Saidin is a deadly effective weapon when it comes to killing." Sighing he had finished his main statement. Now onto the finer details. "I would never have considered asking you in such an open space, but again, time is of the essence. And of course if you say no," Demiere pulled out his wash leather money purse and dumped the heavy, gold, Tar Valon crowns on the ground, they're luster illuminated brillantly by the light of the moon. " I would purchase your silence about<C>
this encounter. It would be very.....unpleasant if I were ever caputerd." He waited in silence. If he was denied he would make them see his worth, he would not be denied sanction this time. He'd come too far, too long to be rejected. He would make them see his power, his worth.<E>