Thread: Stranger things.....(Razgriz x Lady Bloody Ava)

Trystram, ironically, was watching young Abel work so hard the young boy had certainly a fine apprentice. Not quite on the same level as the others in terms of swordsmanship or the manners and etiquette expected for a Knight, for his manner of speaking was still somewhat crude and he still struggled with certain aspects of swordplay. Still, he was certainly not afraid to tell someone off, be they human or elf, man or woman. Trystram still remembered when the good Princess Miriam had lashed out at Abel for accidentally bumping into him, and boy did Abel let her have it the poor thing looked like she was going to faint. Young Abel had plenty of backbone for one so early in years, but there was time to refine that particular personality flaw of him. And he was a hard worker, so there was a good chance that under Trystram's guidance, Abel might someday make it to the Inner Circle. Still, the good Knight had noticed the rising tension between the Elven and Human Kingdoms even though he didn't want to admit it, he somehow knew that they would soon be headed for war. It was one that neither could afford, and both Kingdoms knew it that was the main reason that only minor skirmishes occurred between them. But unless the peace negotiations went through flawlessly, Trystram saw no other alternative. Neither side gave so much as an inch of consideration to the other, there was no nudge room. The escalating friction had to blow its lid at some point, and Trystram feared that the time was nearing more rapidly than he would have liked. He decided to sit down and have a talk with Abel about this. As Abel stood back up to admire his work, the Head Paladin opened the door and said quite calmly, I don't my armor has ever shone that brightly in years, Abel. Splendid work. The young boy jumped at hearing his master's voice, having not expected it in the slightest, holding a hand to help calm his racing heart as he turned to face the valorous Knight. Good lord, Sire, you scared me half to death. Trystram chuckled and replied, Apologies, Abel. Just wanted to ensure everything was well. Abel noticed that his master seemed troubled he couldn't help but ask, Sir, is something the matter? Trystram sighed and motioned for Abel to sit on the stool he'd been working on before seating himself on the bed. Abel, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but things have been tense around here lately. I believe something very bad is going to happen soon do you....have any knowledge of the Elven Kingdom?. Abel shook his head this made Trystram realize that there was much to discuss. Lucius sneered as the Elf acknowledged his presence in such a disrespectful manner how dare this abomination talk to him so crassly, as if he were so superior. Elves were nothing but scum, flower kissers that held a funeral procession for every blade of grass that was trampled. Sniveling braggarts, the whole lot of them. But there was a time and place for a duel to take place, and this was certainly not it. And I am Sir Lucius Beauregard II, emissary to His Highess King Richard III, sent here to discuss a negotiation for peace he replied, somehow managing to keep his seething rage in check. The small half-cloak buckled over his shoulders was swung aside to reveal that he too was armed. Now that they both understood that neither would tolerate any fool-hardy attacks, they could get to the heart of the matter. Lucius then spoke, Let me ask you, Elf , just what is it that you want? He paused, then added as he tried to direct the conversation the way he wanted it to go, Actually no, let's deal with this issue by issue. First, the issue of territory. You must understand that our cities need to grow to accommodate our growing populations and yet you and your kind vehemently block expansions of any towns under our control. No expansions would incur on Elven territory, so why is it that you halt our progress so?