Thread: What is broken can be fixed. (Luana Blodwyn x Irlandais)

Without the accompanying hard stare and after a year without hearing it the womans voice didnt remind Rurik of what had happened in the camp, for him it almost seemed a lifetime ago despite the short time that had passed. As such he had been about to thank the server and leave when Karstarks voice rang out loud across the room, turning no small number of heads before they realized his attention was elsewhere. Rurik himself had no such luck however, the man half waddled towards him announcing name and rank for all who were within earshot. So much for a quiet evening in his cups, Rurik would now have every nobleman and his daughter trying to ride his coattails as if he carried around the kings wealth in his pockets at all times. The man was thoroughly detestable, almost the perfect embodiment of gluttony and hedonism to such an extent that it make Rurik feel ill just to look at him. Not a trace of that showed in his voice or face though as he stepped back to make room for the half breathless lord, a warm smile and a clap on the shoulder accompanying his words. Lord Karstark, might I say youre looking particularly resplendent this evening. The older man continued on as if Rurik had never spoken, clearly on his own agenda even if his conversation seemed empty and meaningless for now. Politely he pretended to listen as the buffoon prattled on over vintages and women, only when the chubby fingers reached out for the serving girl did Ruriks attention snap fully back into place. His green shot to the green eyes, the red hair and the colour of her skin, how had he not realized before? The question didnt take long before he had an answer to give himself, without the scorn in her voice or the defiant way in which she looked at him the woman was barely recognizable. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end at the way her eyes seemed to want nothing more than to find the floor, what had been done to her to dampen the spirit she had possessed so much? Only when he was taken by the shoulder and led away did Rurik even realize that Karstark had been speaking the whole time, thankfully the subconscious side of his brain managed to fill in the gaps and with a courteous nod Rurik allowed himself to be led away. The deliberations took a little over two hours, and even though as he left the private room Rurik knew hed gotten what he came for it was impossible to shake the feeling that Karkstark had still somehow managed to get the better of him. As he was about to turn and leave both the man and the manor behind Rurik stopped and remembered something that the Lord of lard had offered him. If it isnt too much trouble, Id like to accept that offer of a bed for the night. Travel between here and the capital is such a wearisome affair and one Id much rather face after a warm night. It wasnt the bed that Rurik was after, but still he made his excuses before adding almost as an afterthought Oh, and you mentioned a bed warmer? That delightful young serving girlEnid was it? Well, it should only take a spark to rekindle an old fire, Ill consider it a challenge. That notion seemed to amuse the older man greatly and as he guffawed and gave his assent Rurik wondered just how much damage had been done to the woman, was Karstark letting on less than he knew about her? There was no time to find out however, as the Lord made his excuses as a host and left to attend to his other guests. Rurik himself found the notion of spending more time even near the man as too much to bear, and said that he would be retiring to his room for the night. Much wine had been drunk during the meeting, and Rurik wanted a clear head by the time his company arrived.