Thread: The Elementalist (Lady Nefrodiel)

Jaichim totally didn't buy her story about research which was why he pressed her for the information in the first place. But it was just as good as if she'd admitted to knowing about the thing straight out. And he was glad his threat had worked all pirates were greedy, but pirate captains were renowned for the depth of their avarice. Captain Chuliandred did NOT like to share and would have been sore if he'd had to make good on his threat and would have probably taken it out on her. Letting his men partake in what he desired was like letting someone chew every bite of a wonderful bountiful feast and having to eat from their mouth. It was disgusting and ignominious to lay with a woman after his men had and it filled his mouth with a bad taste to think of letting them have her after he was done. He wasn't a man of too many high-standards but that was just one of them. As he listened to her speak, his eyes got that intense look they'd gotten when he'd first spied the necklace on the other boat. A mixture of rapacity and a hunger for power, tinged with a bit of caution, especially when she went into the problems of using the medallion. He pursed his lips in thought for a moment after she was done then smiled widely. Yes, thank you, my dear, he said in amiable tones. See? That wasn't so hard, was it? And he stepped away from her, his motion as he crossed the room fluid yet with a hint of danger in his step. He walked over to the desk on the far side of the room where some bottles of liquor and wine stood in a small tray with rails on it. Normally, he drank straight from the bottles so the glass he picked out for her was clean. What is your name? he asked, glancing at her as he poured some red wine into the glass. I know you are the Boswell heir, but forgive me, I've not studied the family as much as I have the Inzilom Medallion. As he turned to put the bottle away in the little tray, obscuring the glass from view with his body, he quickly opened the ring on his left index finger and dumped the contents into the red liquid, where the powder dissolved with a small hiss. Just a little something to make her more complacent and malleable for what he planned next. Captain Chuliandred smiled as he turned around with the glass in hand and walked back towards her, an aura of menace and the potential for violence surrounding him, like a wolf in fine cut clothing. I've stolen these wines from one of the other magic user families and it's extremely expensive and well made, he said as he neared her. You would honor me if you'd enjoy some of it. And he held out the glass to her watching her with hungry eyes. --------------------------- If I'm not suppose to have sex with my cousin, then why did the Gods make her so attractive? Mutch said as he and Hyam walked into the brig. Hyam rolled his eyes derisively and let out a harsh sigh. As much as having Mutch around was a boost to his own ego, he hated listening to the man talk. That's just it, he said in impatient tones, not looking back at the other man as he led the way into the room. She's NOT attractive. You must be blind or have a fetish for monkeys that have bred with cows if you find your cousin Dela attractive-- He cut off as he came abreast of the cell the girl was in and saw that she'd opened her eyes. He looked at her with an air of caution. Despite not liking being sent down here to babysit, he wasn't going to let himself be caught off guard or tricked by a young woman. Mutch on the other hand... Heeey, he said as he walked past Hyam and peered into the cell at her. She's awake! He smiled at the other man as if he'd identified something Hyam couldn't already see for himself. You're a cutie. What's your name? Shut up Mutch! Hyam said angrily while glaring at the girl. Even as the other man obeyed and backed away from the cell despondently, Hyam never took his eyes off of her, like he expected her to do something any second.