“Are you alive?”
The trip into Command Center had gone as usual.
“Where’s Percival?” she asked Nameless Shit in Blue and Gold.
“Ma’am he is–” Blah. Blah Blah.
“Let her by.”
That’s fucking right, let me by. Eilithe spent an excruciating hour standing around the guard’s head quarters. Thirty of it was spent trying to figure out what Shit Show, was going down on which floor– the rest of it had gone as usual.
“Everything is fine,” Percy had said, in the sort of manner that suggested something in his head broke.
“Everything is fine.”
And so on. Each time she walked into that building she almost felt guilty for causing shit shows of her own over the years, but as Percival reminded her of the ‘life-debt’ she felt a little less remorseful.
The next stop had been the Strang brother’s shop, a little renegotiation of contract was in order. Watching Elle work was like watching a painter– the way she crafted an image of kicking Osric’s balls into his throat was artistic as anything. This was why she was called The Tyrant.
It was on the way to their second stop that Eilithe noticed him. The tabard, gold and blue– his armor heavy, sword big. She had to give it to the guy, he was giant and she had not spotted him right away. A sharp turn and she was at Xollow’s shop. As usual, the elves could do little but argue.
“What do you want done with it?” she’d asked him.
“The dagger is evidence in..” Blah. Blah blah. Blah.
“If you didn’t explain things that don’t need explaining, we might get on better.”
She would get a few grand in coin for the piece- gems caked the thing, and she needed it gone. Soon. First, time for tea. Their tail was diligent, and did his best to stay out of sight. Stealthy warrior, I’d give him that.
For once the The Chariot actually had people in it- some Quel’Dorei and her little human tag-along. Eilithe could feign knowing proper tea-brewing methods- but since they’d ordered from ‘No’Vi’s Menu’ she assumed the two weren’t exactly concerned with the legitimacy of their business. Maybe they’d just been foolish.
The two babbled about apprenticeships and assistants so long that Eilithe found her eyes closed as she leaned on the counter. It felt like seconds later that she opened her eyes only to see Iceilla making herself look like less of an assassin and more like a shop keep.
Is he still outside, Eilithe called through the Mori Seal
Hasn’t moved, Elle answered.
Of course he fucking hadn’t. This man did not belong to Percival’s direct clutches– and based solely on that she hoped he could be bought. It was a foolish thought, she had seen the man’s face. Determination The kind she saw in other guards who believed in themselves. Bribery wasn’t getting her out of this.
Some people thought tea could solve everything, though Eilithe had no intentions of solving the problem so much as it was about asserting dominance. The wood stove was still hot, boiling the water in no time. Lavender Honey tea- her favorite. With a single cup, she walked around the counter and out the door.
Outside she found the man, his eyes none the less sharp- never mind the fact he had been standing in place for two hours. His hair was so brown it was nearly black, cut short to his head. His eyes were just as dark, though his beard showed signs of his age. Eilithe committed this close up to her memory- before shoving a tea cup him.
“Here, you must be thirsty. After following me all day, I mean.”
His back was already against the wall, but that did not stop Eilithe from standing close to him. He took the cup and took a whiff, “People aren’t usually so generous, it’s very thoughtful of you. I’ll have to make note of that.” That cut into her, twisted around and shot out the other side. Nonchalantly, he took a sip– why was he so fucking calm?
“Well, I figured if you’re going to stand up outside of my place of business and stare at my customers– well, I might as well come out here and make you comfortable.”
He smiled, no he smirked at her. “Thinking of my comfort too, you are a fabulous host.”
Eilithe stretched her neck to the side and chuckled, “I want you nice and relaxed when you tell me what the fuck you are following me around for. And, your name of course.”
The man sighed, sitting the teacup and saucer onto a crate outside the shop. “You know, I always liked coffee better. So how about you give me your name in exchange for my own?”
Eilithe scoffed, scrunching her nose up, “Don’t be foolish you know my name- we both know you know who I am. So who are you?”
The warrior of the Crown frowned, canting his head to the side, “See, I wanted be polite- let us have a proper introduction.” He shrugged, and moved to walk around her. “Now you’ll have to figure it out on your own. See you soon,” he called, before marching off towards the Pig and Whistle.
Eilithe spun around and backhanded the tea cup against the cobblestone of the street. The Mori Seal rumbled with her energy, Commit his face to memory- we have a pest in the making.