Thread: The Elementalist (Lady Nefrodiel)

Mutch was happy to ignore her comment about him being ugly now that he'd gotten her to respond to him at all. Alena, he said nodding his head, his eyes glittering with a lewd light as he licked his lips. Very pretty name... Mutch! Hyam said abruptly, looking at the man like he was about to smack him upside the head. Shut. Up. When he turned to the girl again he sneered back at her. Witch , he spat the word like an insult. He was going to try his best not to engage her in conversation, lest it give her the opportunity to try and escape. For once, Mutch was smart enough to understand what Hyam meant by calling her that. Witch??? he asked, looking from the girl to Hyam and back again. She's a magic-user? The lewd look was gone from his eyes which were now filled with a wary surprise as he stared at the girl in the cell. Hyam smacked him in the back of the head and pointed towards a stool by the doorway they'd just come through. Go sit over there and be quiet, his tone was harsh as he commanded the other man. He'd about lost his patience with the moron. If he couldn't keep his mouth shut, he'd keep distracting Hyam and possibly risk the girl getting out and escaping. There wasn't anything up on deck for her except sex-starved men and her ship was long gone, but the point was that she'd be getting free on his watch and he'd hear it from Saml or even the Captain for not keeping a good eye on her. Rubbing the back of his head with a pout, Mutch walked over to the stool and sat down. When Hyam stopped looking at him, he took the bottle of rum from his pocket and proceeded to sip from it. Then Hyam crossed his arms and leaned against a nearby beam and set himself to watching the girl, his face a stony mask. Try anything , he thought to himself as he stared at her. -------------------------- The name didn't ring any bells for him specifically, but Jaichim was sure he'd heard it before. And he hadn't meant that he didn't know anything about the Boswell family he'd encountered quite a lot of history about them in his research. He just meant he didn't know about the current family members in power. The Inzilom Medallion was not something people talked about in rumor often and he'd been hesitant to ask around about it at different ports. With greed often came paranoia--with the desire for power and wealth you had to watch out for those who'd want to take what you had, but especially for those who'd want to beat you to the treasure. Expressing curiosity in something people thought was just rumor could peak interest that had not been there before you'd asked about it. In all the people he'd talked to about the thing to find more information on it, he'd guarded his tongue as if he already possessed the trinket. He was disappointed when she refused the drink, but kept it from showing on his face. She would get hungry and thirsty eventually and he would take every opportunity to make sure anything put in her mouth was drugged. Captain Chuliandred had also not been around women for a long time and he was dead set on getting her into his bed. With a nod of his head, he set the glass on the table and indicated one of the chairs implying she should sit. And, what is the girl's name? The one I captured, he asked as he took a seat himself, lounging in the chair like a relaxed tiger. Will your family pay to get her back? He watched her intently, his eyes fixated on her reactions and even the most minuscule expression changes.