His eyes went wide when the elf rose high and towered over him. Swallowing hard, he couldn’t understand what the big deal was? It was a love letter! Was he worried that he would actually tell someone? Like the apprentices, the Templars or their Commander? This was a little too heavy for the messenger, but it drew his curiosity in nonetheless.
“All right, all right, I meant no offense. I didn’t think it was a big deal, I won’t tell anyone out there, promise.” Taking the coins, and slipping them in his pocket, the nervous messenger headed to the door, though still faced Orsino. Tucking the letter away into his tunic, his freed hand found the handle of the door and he hurriedly ran out.
Just what in the world did she find in this man..
Setting his jaw stubbornly, Orsino vowed he’d fry the man if he did go and babble to the Templars. He’d burn him to a crisp before he was hit with Holy Smite, that was for sure. He did not fear would be done to him if the Templars found out, but the mages and apprentices in The Circle were another matter. Without him to be there to advocate for them, would their treatment get worse? …Better?
He sneered and pushed the thoughts from his head, calming back down and stalking around back to behind his desk, sitting down slowly and staring at the paperwork he was dreading on continuing.
So far, lurking about in the alienage wasn’t too terrible, she got to meet some interesting people, though their state was rather deplorable. Because of what she was, Sarah was accepted and even befriended a few ladies that helped her get clothes that were a bit more suitable for a woman. No longer would she run around in pants two sizes too big or in a tunic that was oversize as well.
Now, with the bit of coin she had left over from doing odd jobs here and there, Sarah was able to afford a proper cloak, since the last one was disposed of back in the Gallows. Her hair had seen a good combing session and styled modestly though left a few ringlets to frame her face and hide pointed ears. She wasn’t too difficult to spot however, since her cloak was as scarlet as her hair.
So when her courrier went asking for her at The Hanged Man, he knew that she would be easily seen. Sarah often came here to listen to conversation, learning a bit more of Kirkwall from stories that were shared between the tavern’s patrons. She sat alone tonight and was about to take her leave, when the male came to her table and placed a sealed piece of paper before her. Looking up, it was the messenger from days before! This was rather unexpected.
“Please, don’t send me back there, don’t think he was all too happy in getting your letter.” He scratched the back of his head and shifted uncomfortably after remembering the words shared between he and the First Enchanter.
Perplexed, Sarah raised her brows and took the piece of paper in her hands, “Strange, I thought he would be rather pleased to get it, well, thank you for that. Worry not, I don’t think I will need your services any time too soon.” Standing up, she tapped the paper to his nose, which made him frown.
“Some affair..”
Sarah heard the man while she was heading out the door, but stopped to look past her cloaked shoulder to offer the messenger a coquettish smile, “The best kind.” With a wave of farewell, she was nearly out the door, but couldn’t truly wait to get home to read the letter.
Ah, so the First Enchanter wasn’t happy with the letter! Maybe she used a bit too much perfume, maybe he was allergic. It could have been a number of things. With a deep breath, she broke the seal and prepared herself for the worst.