Thread: Badfool/Blinkk

The night the group had attempted the kings life had set the entire palace in a fit of disarray. The maids had been spooked to the point of locking themselves away as soon as the slightest suggestion of invaders had spread, the guards had no approximation of how many had breached their walls and no room, not even the slightest nook or cranny had gone ignored. Even the king had not been able to give an accurate count, for by the time he'd been jolted awake and was able to separate reality from the gauze of sleep the group had dispersed in their escape. All but one. Jahl hadn't even seen much of Tirnel's struggle as his men had torn the elf from the window and promptly pinned him. Had he been any closer to where the king lay or touched him it was likely he'd have been killed on sight whether or not that was more dignified than a life of servitude was up to Tirnel. In fact, the elf seemed to be one of the few beings to serve under the king both unwillingly and for a violent charge. To be positioned beside the king himself, his former target, was just plain suicide. But Jahl saw an opportunity. From the moment Tirnel was introduced to the court he could not turn his eyes off of him. Other men who'd invaded his palace hadn't even gotten half as close as his band of assassins and more often than not he didn't bother with such a formal hearing. Usually they were either imprisoned or sentenced to for heavier labors on the outskirts of the kingdom. Some, if violent enough, put to death. Really, it was all a decision of the highest power in the end and Jahl saw no reason for wasted potential. The hearing came to a close and not once throughout the session had Tirnel been given a single hint of his fate. One of the men standing at his shoulder would occasionally nudge at him an attempt to break his eyes off of the king but eventually retired his efforts Tirnel would not follow most of the judge's words anyways. Eyes that drilled the men around him to the very core, that's what Jahl was fascinated most. He looked more like an agitated predator than a man forced before a court and king for his crimes. The judge had not addressed him until the very end, and even then the ruling was better delivered to the jury and spectators than the criminal himself. So when Jahl stood and nodded in finality with his decision, the guards stationed at Tirnel's side clamped him firmly by the upper arm and led him out of the courtroom in suit of the king. If the elf was to be of daily service to him the king wouldn't tolerate unruliness. It would have been one thing to leave both his clothing and his hair be had he been strung up after conviction but to be in the new presence of a master in such a state was unacceptable. They had been given two orders in passing after the courts procession out to make him presentable any way they saw fit and to keep his hair it's natural length. An odd request, but nothing they would question as Tirnel had been traded by the guards over to three much less daunting figures two women and one male. All of which servants given the instruction to bathe and dress and instruct the elf how to behave in a suitable matter before he was to formally meet their king. They had led him to the bathhouse in his full restraints, the two women at either side while the man followed behind. One of the servants, a slender young woman dark in complexion and wild, auburn curls was the first to speak to Tirnel without a calloused tone. I hope you're not one of the modest types, she mused with an apologetic smile as the doors of the bathing room had closed behind them. The baths were filled adequately while the edge of the deep tub were lined with an array of bottled soaps and fragrant oils. Finally, the man stepped forth to undo the bindings so that he may properly undress himself. Leaving you alone won't do. Can't have you drowning yourself after we went through the trouble of filling a bath.