12-14-2014, 01:09 AM
Trich did his best not to visibly react to Elsinore's outburst. In truth, he wasn't totally sure how to respond - on the one hand, he was relieved to find that the duo's allegiance did not lie with Lycia, but on the other hand, he did not want to appear insensitive to Elsinore's revelation that her friends had been killed by Lycian troops. He wasn't the best at reading people, but her animosity was impossible to miss. For a long stretch of time, nobody spoke. Finally, looking the dark-haired girl in the eyes, Trich broke the silence.
"Well. My lady Elsinore, please believe me when I tell you that I am very sorry for the loss of your friends. And I can assure you that I am in no way loyal to the people responsible for their deaths. Quite the opposite really..."
He shuddered slightly, still chilled from the rain-soaked cloak he was wearing, before continuing. "You see, I wasn't completely honest with you just now. But like you, my wife is from Etruria. She was studying there as well - magic, that is. So, yes, I think I understand a little bit what you must be going through. I... haven't seen her since the occupation."
Here he averted his eyes, lowering them to the floor. He wondered if it was wise to share this much, but it seemed preferable to the awkward silence that came before. "I'm not really going to Laus. At least not yet. I'm here in the mountains tracking down a possible lead to her whereabouts. I apologize for the deception, but I didn't know if I could trust you. Actually, I guess I still don't. But if you're Etrurian, than you're more of a friend to me than most of Lycia."
Not sure what else to say, Trich once again raised his eyes to meet the gaze of the others. Elsinore was still eyeing him with distrust, her hand clutching at her cloak; he looked to Kerion, hoping to find him more sympathetic. When neither of them spoke, he cleared his throat and started again, trying to force a smile, "Anyways, I am most grateful, once again, for your hospitality - for letting me share this, your humble abode. I hope we can at least regard each other amiably. Seeing as we have no reason to be enemies, let us at least be benevolent acquaintances."
"Well. My lady Elsinore, please believe me when I tell you that I am very sorry for the loss of your friends. And I can assure you that I am in no way loyal to the people responsible for their deaths. Quite the opposite really..."
He shuddered slightly, still chilled from the rain-soaked cloak he was wearing, before continuing. "You see, I wasn't completely honest with you just now. But like you, my wife is from Etruria. She was studying there as well - magic, that is. So, yes, I think I understand a little bit what you must be going through. I... haven't seen her since the occupation."
Here he averted his eyes, lowering them to the floor. He wondered if it was wise to share this much, but it seemed preferable to the awkward silence that came before. "I'm not really going to Laus. At least not yet. I'm here in the mountains tracking down a possible lead to her whereabouts. I apologize for the deception, but I didn't know if I could trust you. Actually, I guess I still don't. But if you're Etrurian, than you're more of a friend to me than most of Lycia."
Not sure what else to say, Trich once again raised his eyes to meet the gaze of the others. Elsinore was still eyeing him with distrust, her hand clutching at her cloak; he looked to Kerion, hoping to find him more sympathetic. When neither of them spoke, he cleared his throat and started again, trying to force a smile, "Anyways, I am most grateful, once again, for your hospitality - for letting me share this, your humble abode. I hope we can at least regard each other amiably. Seeing as we have no reason to be enemies, let us at least be benevolent acquaintances."
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