Post by Gabriel Blackthorne on Jan 27, 2015 16:05:51 GMT -5
Bordelaix was a city that was rife with opportunity and possibility. Yes, there was his brother yen to have another bank put in place here, but Gabriel was far more interested in the city as a seat of power. Seats of power were curious things. They added a certain vibrancy, a certain life, a certain je-ne-sais-quoi to the general air of the city that the man found very fascinating. People always behaved so differently in seats of power, and the observations seemed to amuse the man quietly. Seats of power were just like people, though; extremely fickle and not as reliable as people would like them to be.
Yet, for the time being, Bordelaix was that seat of power and it was useful for his purposes. His little Nymph had been residing within the city for quite some time, establishing herself in Court and gaining the eye of the King. Their most recent reunion had brought him up to speed on the general goings on. The conversation had been interrupted before getting too serious. It would be wise for him to feed her with other tidbits that he picked up.
Thus, he arranged another meeting at their usual location within the city. The inn, as always, perfectly suited to their needs. The innkeeper understood the very precious value of discretion and Gabriel did so like how much power money seemed to have over the man. In addition to discretion, they were afforded comfortable furniture, fine food and delicious wine. Gabriel could not really ask for more.
Glad in his usual dark outfit, the Dark Angel was gazing thoughtfully into the fireplace as the evening sun was ending its inexorable fall to the horizon. What he was contemplating as he lightly sipped at his wine, one could only begin to fathom.
Aneira Trevelyan
Yet, for the time being, Bordelaix was that seat of power and it was useful for his purposes. His little Nymph had been residing within the city for quite some time, establishing herself in Court and gaining the eye of the King. Their most recent reunion had brought him up to speed on the general goings on. The conversation had been interrupted before getting too serious. It would be wise for him to feed her with other tidbits that he picked up.
Thus, he arranged another meeting at their usual location within the city. The inn, as always, perfectly suited to their needs. The innkeeper understood the very precious value of discretion and Gabriel did so like how much power money seemed to have over the man. In addition to discretion, they were afforded comfortable furniture, fine food and delicious wine. Gabriel could not really ask for more.
Glad in his usual dark outfit, the Dark Angel was gazing thoughtfully into the fireplace as the evening sun was ending its inexorable fall to the horizon. What he was contemplating as he lightly sipped at his wine, one could only begin to fathom.
Aneira Trevelyan