Nakmarr Party: Smoke Break

[Deosinet]

Troy reaches the balcony long before Nykolas, but he is not there alone. A tall elf with large ears and pale skin is already there. This elf has long black hair, deep as the darkest night but shines in ways that the light keeps catching with every movement of his head or the wind over the balcony. His eyes are a bright silverish blue and also seem to keep catching the light in little sparks of shine making them appear to dance. The fabrics he wears are very rich and highly fashionable. His velvets are in very deep blues and purples.

He leans with his back against the wall and facing the railing of the balcony. He looks a little bored or maybe just thoughtful as he takes another puff of his pipe. The air is filled with a sweet earthy smell of the enchanted pipe weed. As he exhales the smokes forms three rings that grow in size as they blow away and then dissipate. He glances over at Troy. His eyebrows raised and he seems to wait to see what Troy will offer to the situation.

[Troy]

Manners were apparently lost on a demari. Not that it came as any surprise to Troy. Most of the ones he'd met seemed similarly afflicted. Shaking his head, he fished out his cigarettes as he walked, tapping one out as he stepped onto the balcony. It was the scent of the pipe smoke more than anything else that drew his gaze to the other elf as he lit the end and inhaled deeply. That might complicate matters for a private discussion. Not that much is like to stay private here, he thought to himself.


Walking over to the balcony, he leaned himself back against it and gave a simple nod of greeting to the other elf. "Good morning." Or afternoon. Whatever it was. The greeting would serve well enough. Manners satisfied for the moment, Troy settled himself in for a quiet smoke as he mulled over just what he might say to the Keloshian, should the man join him. But whatever he ended up saying, he would most assuredly make certain that they were someplace less populated to reduce chances of being overheard.

[Deosinet]

Deosinet smiles a warm and friendly smile as he nods back in greeting. He releases a puff of enchanted smoke from his pipe again so he can respond. "So refreshing to meet another who can remember thier manners." He holds out a small fire rod toward Troy in case he needs a light. It is just a thin cylinder about four inches long and half an inch thick. They are very popular on this planet, originating from a family of enchanters out of Serenity.

"And a fine morning to you as well. I am Deosinet." He stands up and closes the distance toward Troy and will hand him the rod first and then wait to shake his hand after his cigarette is lit or if the rod is not needed by the other he will pocket it and still wait to shake hands in greeting. His handshake is firm and steady yet not rough. His general bearing is that of a noble.

[Troy]

Manners had been beaten into him from an early age. When your father was an ambassador and your mother was a social climber, it didn't really leave a lot of choice in the matter. So it was that Troy held a hand up to politely decline the fire stick before offering it over to Deosinet. "I see you've been subjected to a similar lack of social graces amongst the other guests. Troy Vryce. A pleasure." His own grip of the other elf's hand is firm, but not tight enough to give offense.


Releasing the handshake when appropriate, he offered a faint smile before taking a long inhale from his own cigarette. The relative peace wasn't like to last, of course. They usually didn't, and he was of a mind that Nykolas wasn't the sort to amicably beat around the bush. Men of action tended to be so very... transparent. Fighting back a smile at the thought, he instead brought his gaze back to Deosinet. "Forgive me, but I don't believe I caught your family name..?"

[Deosinet]

"I don't have one." Deosinet looks off in the distance, staring at the sky for a moment before returning his polite gentleman smile back to Troy. "I'm from Towyanes." He responds as if he expects Troy has heard of him and will remember hearing the name when he connects it to Townyanes. He is a self made noble. He arrived a couple of centuries ago and helped to clean up the area from the vampire menace that still plagues it. This clearly makes him a different elf type than the shorter lived Silcadian elves of the neighboring area to the north of Korali. Deosinet has always seemed like a fine upstanding member of society and a pillar of the community, but darker circles whisper he might know of deeper connections in the underworld. No one really knows for sure though, as they are only rumors and only spoken lightly in the deepest of underworld circles. He has a reputation of a man that gets what he wants and can make things happen however. "I know why you're out here, and I am here to make your dreams come true. You have information that might please a contact of mine, but before we discuss that, I'd like to know what you'd like and see if we can reach some amiable compromise or even better if we can all just get what we want and leave here friends." He takes another puff of his pipe as he regards Troy, letting it sink in what he has just said. The little enchanted rings blow out once more.

[Troy]

Oh, but Troy was familiar with Towyanes. A golden brow moved slowly upwards as the other elf spoke. But other than that, his expression remained fixed in the same polite mask that he had perfected over the years. A contact, is it? The blond watched Deosinet with mild interest, but his thoughts raced. What did the other elf know? And who was his contact? Too many variables, too many unknowns. He didn't like it. He hadn't survived in his father's household for so long by being stupid, after all. "My dreams, is it? You'll have to forgive me if I'm a bit skeptical. Just what, precisely, do you know of my dreams?" Troy wasn't given to flights of fancy. He was a realist. He didn't have dreams. He had goals. And right now, his only goal was to keep his word and to see his sister and her fellow prisoners freed. It was possible that Deosinet might be able to assist with that, he was willing to grant. But it was also just as likely that he or his contact would also want to use his sister and the others for their own ends.

[Deosinet]

"I have absolutely no idea what your dreams may be. But that is why I ask. I know you have information on the Terrata and I wish for that information, so I need to know what you want in return. Then we'll see if I can deliver what you desire and if I can, or know someone who can then you can deliver me what I desire. If we can come to a civil understanding and arrangement then my contact need not try to go to war with anyone." He almost thinks to inform Troy about the Veritas in the air of the estate, but it might be more fun for the boy to figure that out for himself. He can always point it out later if the boy continues to doubt so heavily, but he was about to tell the assassin to a major crime lord the information, so Deosinet figures he's a much more desirable person to deal with anyway. And obviously not working for the Grimms. Of course he realizes the boy has guessed that his contact is probably another crime lord, but one must fight fire with fire. Who else would deal with him and get him what he wants?

[Troy]

Bringing the cigarette to his lips, Troy regards Deosinet through the smoke as he inhales slowly. Oh, he had a great deal of information, though most of it pertained solely to the one called Blood Wraith the Undying. Or as he knew her, as his half sister Karelai. Leaning himself more comfortably against the railing, he allowed the smoke to curl from his lips before speaking again. "What I want is their freedom and safety. If you can guarantee me that, then perhaps we've something to discuss. I've a personal stake in seeing them out of there, and in making sure that they're safe afterwards. If you can't make good on those two things, then I'm afraid that I can't help you. And more importantly, you can't help me."

[Deosinet]

"Freedom and Safety." Deosinet repeats. He stalls enough to think by taking another puff of his pipe and then watching the rings form once more in his smoke. Arako has left this to him so if he can grant it, he can give it without asking for permission. On the surface he may not seem like he has all that much power to grant such a thing, but he is the Shadow Leader of Towyanes and has more contacts and resources than most can imagine. Not to mention off world contacts still from his days among the stars. This does change things however. The exchange is no longer a favor to Troy in exchange for the Terrata, because his favor is to not give them to anyone, but to free them. Does that mean they're not free now? Do they wish to be? "I believe I could deliver those things actually." He could always call in Arako later if he couldn't handle it on his own. He sits there thoughtful for a moment longer. The exchange is changed, but he's not sure he should demand a future favor, or aim to create a more friendly style of alliance instead. Favors aren't really what Arako is after, but then neither are the Terrata exactly. "Of course I'll need to know a lot more to ensure that can happen, and I'm not sure this balcony is a good place to discuss it. Is there a timeline we need to work within?"

[Troy]

The sudden acquiescence was a surprise, to say the least. And he was fairly certain that he couldn't keep it from his face this time. He spent a few moments searching Deosinet's expression intently. If something was too good to be true, that usually meant that it was. That someone should arrive at this party and promise him exactly what it was that he wanted.. That beggared belief, to put it mildly. Still. If he could find a means to secure his half sister's freedom.. "There are plans to have them moved from their current facility to another location in a months' time." Taking a final drag from his cigarette, Troy tossed the end over the balcony and straightened. "Perhaps we might discuss further details in your room?" Let the man take it as an advance if he wished. If it allowed him to keep his promise and free Karelai, he could endure damn near anything.

[Deosinet]

"A month?" He lifts his pipe up to his lips and takes a big inhale of it's sweet flavor. He seems thoughtful for a moment but then shrugs as the smoke rings once again do their little magical shape thing. "That's a shorter timeline than I'd like, but I do have the resources to make something happen even in that type of time frame." He dumps what is left of the pipe weed out into a little ashtray waiting on the balcony where it smolders out a few more rings before stopping. "But yes, let us move to a more secure area to discuss in more detail what needs to be done." He smiles politely and looks to see if Troy is done with his cigarette before leading the other man to his chambers. He does not take it as an advance in the least, just a good place to be more secure for further talking and planning. Deosinet knows Arako will still be able to hear them if he wishes, but he doesn't point this out to the other man. But then everyone should assume their host has eyes and ears all over the place as far as Deosinet is concerned so he has no sympathy for anyone who fails to realize this.

[Troy]

Following after Deosinet, Troy considered carefully. This was where things could get tricky. But if he was careful, then he would at last be able to keep his word and see to it that his sister was freed. He couldn't help but to smile to himself at the thought. Stepping into the room, he took a moment to glance it over, searching for hidden assassins as a force of habit before walking over to seat himself in a chair. "So then. What is it that you need to know in order to help me achieve my goals?" He regarded Deosinet with a look of polite interest. After all, it wouldn't do to look over eager.