Thread: Darkness Has Its Teachings (Athene & Alvis Alendran)

Rowena They didn't immediately attack which, already, was a great sign for Rowena. In all honesty, it was a miracle in its own rights. With how fierce she'd seen them in dreams and reality, it wouldn't have been too astounding if any of these foreigners opted to simply rush forward and attack. Instead, they gave her something she only half-expected the chance and ability to speak and explain who she was. Of course, there would come the issue of whether they even understood her or not. The fact she had picked up on a few words made her hope that there would be a chance, even if a slim one, for the answer to be a yes. But until any of them spoke directly to her, she wouldn't know. ... Did any of them leave? As much as Rowena wanted to look past the Jarl and towards the cave, she didn't dare. If she did, it would hint what exactly she'd done and how her spells truly functioned. Of course, that was also going off the assumption he hadn't yet understood how her magic worked. Her head tilted as tons of strange words passed what appeared to be the leader's lips. Seidrman? Volur? What in the word did those mean? They felt important but how he seemed to emphasize on them. Alas, it was another thing she couldn't prove. Not yet, anyway. Her head turned as she watched the woman whom, by now, looked rather infuriated. Swallowing softly, a gentle sigh of relief passed Rowena's lips. It almost looked as if the man gave her consent to outright kill her. While he did end up relaying an order she wasn't overly fond of, it wasn't the worst. At least, Rowena felt that was the case. The way her spear was held, it seemed more like she would be prepared to attack at worst, but not immediately take lives unless it absolutely was needed. Knowing there were only women and children hidden inside, she doubted it'd end up taking a fatal turn. Finally, the man shifted his attention directly to her. Despite having a rough accent, he proved there was a way to commuicate with him. Oh thank gods, she muttered, needing little more than three mere seconds to give a simple but effective answer. Simple. Unless I misheard you earlier, you said you wanted slaves, correct? If you kill them, you won't get what you want. Well, not many slaves, anyway. Rowena realized with how this raid had gone, she'd at least likely become one. But if she could find a way to fulfill her task in keeping these people alive and mostly safe, so be it. And hell, for all she knew, Isolde - or someone - may have been able to get out of the fray and ride away to inform neighbors. With any luck, it could earn reinforcements in the future ... assuming her own gods had been smiling at some of the Celtics. It's just women and children in there. All unarmed. And none have capabilities like me. None of your people will be harmed. Her mind raced as Rowena thought long and hard. Was there anything more for her to say? Nothing was coming to her mind, so ... no. Hopefully not. And with anymore luck, her message had been fair enough that it could come off as a logical plea and not a smart-ass one. She'd been completely sincere and serious, and all she could keep praying was this man would be able to sense that much. Rowena waited, not daring to move aside from breathing. Her arms otherwise remained by her head as she watched, trying to get a read off what the man would do or even say, and how he'd react from her request.