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| [P] Echoes Over Time; Private: Eko | |
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| Blackwell | Tue May 28, 2013 2:52 pm Post #1 |
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Strolling through Balefire sparked a number of memories from many years ago. Everything seemed smaller now, though that was more likely his growing near two extra feet since his last visit. Where once he was a little boy in rags, now he prowled with polished shoes and fine clothing. Along with the memories of the streets and what had happened in them, he recalled several tastes and the smells that accompanied them. The blood of the citizenry, with its subtle differences. Rounding a corner, Cade entered a tavern. The patrons didn't seem to mind his entrance, continuing to talk amongst themselves. Cadence didn't mind, he preferred anonymity in matters such as this. Making his way to the bar, he took a seat beside a scroungy-looking man hunched forward with his elbows propping him up. For a moment he didn't respond to Cade's presence. Giving him a sideways glance, he raised an eyebrow, shaking his head and looking back into his glass. Picking it up, he took a deep swig. Cade frowned. The man had been a spy of his years ago, planted to be an ear in the tavern. Much happened here in hushed voices that would otherwise be missed. But part of their agreement was the man would not partake. Reaching out, he took the man's forearm. Yanking it out, the man fell with his shoulder hitting the bar. “Drunk, Simon?” His lip curled. He had aged several decades, but his voice had not changed too much as not to be recognized. “I thought we had an agreement.” The man's eyes widened, looking panicked. He tried to snatch his arm back, but Cade's iron grip held tight. “Sir, I... I thought you were gone!” He whispered hurriedly. “I haven't heard from you in years! I thought...” His tone was almost pleading. Cade pressed his thumbnail into the man's flesh, scraping it sideways. The deep scratch welled up with a little blood. Not much, but enough for Cade to smell and confirm the man's identity, as well as the fact that had not been his first drink. Releasing his hand, the older man sighed. “You are of no use to me any longer. Forget my face.” He stood and left the tavern without another word. Simon looked somewhat astonished and confused, not knowing what to think as his old employer left. Less the shock of his appearance, he had disappeared before, but more that he had severed contact with him and left him alive. Cadence walked a little ways down the street, always bathed in midnight, and chewed on a lip. Much of his old network had been scattered. Several had died, many had left the city, and the few that remained were of little use to him. There was one more place he planned on stopping by before he headed home. The Boar's Buckler loomed ahead, the secondhand armory not quite full of grandeur. He didn't mind the appearance, knowing full well the shop got plenty of business. He once got a cut, but hadn't received a payment in some time. Merchants came and went like the tide however, and it was likely something had happened to the old shopkeep or he had up and left. Entering the building, he began perusing the wares. There were a couple he remembered from the last times he had visited, pieces that never seemed to move no matter how many customers came and went. Approaching one of the displays, he ran a finger along the curved hilt of an engraved blade, admiring the engravings and lace-like etching in the blade. It was old, but the leather-wrapped grip was still well-oiled and cared for. |
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| Lady Eko | Wed May 29, 2013 12:12 am Post #2 |
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"Sorry I made you come with me for this." "Hey, I wanted to come. You like free will, right? Well, I did this out of my own free will." Mohdu had his big arms crossed in front of him, beaming up at Eko like a proud parent. She tried to return the gesture, but her smile still looked sheepish. The tailor finished some of the last stitches on the fitting for her jacket, ignoring the exchange. "To be honest, you weren't the first person I considered," she admitted, looking straight ahead. "But then I tried to imagine Ketta knowing anything about fashion..." Her information broker chuckled at this. Both of them were probably trying to picture their werecat traps and explosives expert wearing something that wasn't threadbare, covered in soot, stitched together, or otherwise mismatching. Those things kind of added to her charm, so removing them made the mental image look odd. It wasn't long before the jacket was done. Eko looked at herself in the mirror, even spinning in front of it to see the back. It was the first article of clothing she had ever bought tailored to her tiny body. The main material was black, seemed pretty durable, and looked nice without being too expensive. What really sold Eko on it, though, was the fact that it was warm. The collar was lined with a mantle of grey-tipped white fur that sort of made her look more imposing than usual. If not imposing, then the jacket at least made her look like she had money. Better than looking just as cobbled-together as the buildings around her, at least -- that had been her approach to her wardrobe up until this moment. Mohdu, slipping behind her in the mirror's reflection, seemed to agree with Eko's mental assessment. "A stony face for an occasion like this? You should know better than that." He cheerfully clapped his hands down onto her shoulders, nearly bowling her over. "Smile, kid! You're starting to look like an actual patron. For most people this would be just another jacket, but for you it's a pretty big step, you know?" She let the corners of her lips turn up. A pair of hands appeared behind the display. Derek Wilkinson leaned on them, smiling earnestly at Cadence from across the desk. The Balefiren man had pasty white skin, but dark brown eyes and hair. The shirt he wore was old and thin, but he did his best to make himself look like a presentable merchant: clean-cut, clothes pressed. "You got a good eye, sir. That's one of our best pieces. Etched Istani steel, kept in the practiced hands of a Kellenite horselord's son for five years. Basically new, I'd say. You looking to buy? We have a few more blades in the back, just came in last night." |
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| Blackwell | Thu May 30, 2013 3:49 am Post #3 |
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Cadence looked up as the hand appeared behind the case, the corner of his mouth tugging upward in a smile. His purpose here was not forgotten, but the sword had sincerely caught his attention. It was a gorgeous piece that would look good on the wall of his manor in High Taras. Pulling the handkerchief from the breast pocket of his vest with a flourish, he gestured to the blade. “May I?” While he addressed the shop owner, Cade gave him a quick scan. He was quite obviously a different man than the one who had worked under him. The previous owner had been a bit of a slob, and he hadn't minded in the least. His goals were not as clean-cut, and he cared little for his own appearance in the past. Now, running the Triste Dama and making deals with businessmen, he had to look the part of a wealthy patron. Getting into these habits had yet to hurt his political career under his alias, either. Michael Corvus was a hard-working, clean cut man who served the interests of the people. It never hurt if those interests worked in his favor, either. Taking the blade up, he held the leather-wrapped hilt in his left and held the blade with his right, covered with the handkerchief so as not to smudge the metal. The lacy etchings ran along the spine of the blade. Not even with his improved sight could he see any mistakes in the handiwork. The curve of the hilt fit very nicely into his hand, the weight as near to perfect as many he had held. “Beautiful craftsmanship. I'll have to take it off your hands. What is your price?” He asked, intent on the blade. Pinching its tip, he bent it to the side. Upon releasing, the blade snapped straight, looking as if nothing had happened. He could see in his mind's eye a man on horseback, delivering a swift death to those below him. Removing his gaze from the steel, he looked into the man's eyes, wondering just how soon he'd have to inquire about his price again this night. “I must say, I'm impressed. For a secondhand shop, you have quite a collection. I've been here often in the past. Then, I could hardly find a better use for the word 'secondhand'. But these are well-cared for.” He looked over the other wares. “I can't say I heard what become of the man.” |
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| Lady Eko | Thu May 30, 2013 11:58 pm Post #4 |
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Mr. Wilkinson didn't lose his winning smile even as he said, "Two hundred, my friend." Even if they haggled, he would always keep his polite, easy manner about himself. He took the later compliment well, giving the man a big grin. The comment must have struck a point of pride with him. "Why, I'm glad you think that, sir. I've come a long way to reach this point." He held up one arm and pulled back the sleeve, showing off a circular scar near the elbow. On one side of the scar, the skin tone matched the rest of his body. The other end of his arm was just a bit off: the skin was smoother, tanner, the fingers on the hand a little thinner than the other when the difference was pointed out in such a manner. "I learned all my craft out in the thick of it. And I tell you, my friend, that this blade is as functional as it is beautiful. It could make a cut just as clean as this one I got." He hadn't forgotten about Cadence's somewhat offhand comment about what had become of the previous owner, though. It almost felt like he was trying to stall that subject by mentioning his own background. Wilkinson broke eye contact for a moment, looking down at his hands as his face became more serious. "Yes, the previous owner was..." It took him a moment to search for the right phrasing. "...Well, he was just a merchant trying to survive in this cruel city. Lots of ways to do that here, but some are better than others." He gave Cadence an apologetic shrug. "If you don't mind me being frank, Mr. Koulen played at being a snake. Always cutting backdoor merchant's alliances -- the real shady types. Hell, sometimes more than one at a time. Then Eko scared the crap out of him with all her antics, pressed right up on his borders, so he joined up with Berach Okkeren to put her in her place. Yeah... you probably remember how that went." He momentarily recalled the view from Tetrarch Street of a building bursting with white alchemical flames, then catching on fire. The fire brigade had to be called in. His patron sure liked to declare war in as flashy a way as possible. "I'm glad to hear you think I'm an improvement. I'm just glad she gave me this opportunity in the first place. Otherwise I probably would've ended up as one of those countless barely-employed ex-mercs tearing at local bounties like vultures. I can't have that sort of life anymore. I have a family to feed, you know?" |
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| Blackwell | Fri May 31, 2013 7:05 am Post #5 |
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Cade gave a moment as if considering the price. In all honesty he'd been prepared to pay twice that, but it didn't hurt to act as if he were weighing his options. The blade was masterfully crafted, and would be a wonderful base to begin working with. “I'd be happy to pay two hundred,” He nodded. “If you wouldn't mind, I can give you... twenty-eight now to hold it for me.” He reached for his coin purse, counting out the coins. He dropped the purse atop the display. “I live in Taras these days, I'll have the gold moved to you within the fortnight.” “I don't imagine Koulen knew a blade from his own arse. Pardon my language.” He smiled, observing the cut. It seemed as if the flesh up to the cut didn't belong, as if regrown or grafted to replace the missing limb. Listening to the story of Koulen's downfall, one of his more valued assets exactly for his connections with the shadier parts of Balefire. He didn't show offense at the man's disapproval of Koulen's tactics, understanding the techniques used were not the most intelligent. The deals had been loosely guided by himself as a fledgeling, and in his youth he had not been the brightest. Though he did take note of the name Eko. A woman who had put down Koulen's operations despite his affiliation with the Berach Okkeren. He immediately grew interested. Running an honest business was a difficult path in Balefire. “I understand the need, I have a child myself. They seem to eat an ungodly amount, impossibly large portions for such small creatures.” The thought of Clary tearing into her meals placed a genuine smile on his face. He adored his growing daughter. One of the few true pleasures in his life was watching her grow and develop, coming out of the shell she'd withdrawn into after the death of her birth parents. “Where could I meet this Eko? I'd like to meet the woman who saved this dying business.” From what he gathered, she had a growing hold on Balefire. If the Boar's Buckler was anything to go by, she seemed to be cleaning the streets, if only a small amount. In Taras, Michael Corvus was an outspoken foe of the prostitution and back-alley dealings taking place at night. His promises and plants in the guard ensured results seemed clean, furthering his political career and keeping the Triste Dama without competition. A feeling of false safety was perfect for his own workings in the shadows. A wealth of information never hurt anyone in their ascent to power, and friends in high places could do nothing but help. It gave him more pieces on the board to play and move to his advantage. Being privy to large dealings or circumstances in neighboring cities would allow him to position himself to profit. |
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| Lady Eko | Fri May 31, 2013 11:12 am Post #6 |
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Mr. Wilkinson pointed to the door. "Outside, you see that symbol on the corner of our sign?" It was a stylistic depiction of sound: several silver C-shaped lines going out in opposing directions. "You might find her visiting any place marked with that symbol. She's very mobile, hard to find sometimes. If you're like me and would rather not to go on a wild goose chase, wait in Mohdu's Inn and Tavern on Chimaera Street. That's her headquarters. She should return there eventually, no matter what she's up to in the night. A girl has to sleep sometime, specially one her age." He chuckled a little. "As for your blade, consider it sold. Send the gold directly to Eko; she handles any payments over one-hundred. Thanks for the big up-front, though." If Cadence was on his way, Wilkinson would bid him a nice night. Mohdu looked down at Eko. "Is this what you look like when you're grumpy?" He belly-laughed. As usual, her face was totally blank, but the tiny subtleties in her body language got the point across. She looked sidelong up at him. They walked side-by-side, but he was considerably taller than her. "I don't see the point in getting a new jacket if I can't roof-run while wearing it. This trip has taken at least five times as long on street level." Mohdu chuckled despite the unfortunate implications. He knew that her thoughts came from a poor understanding of this kind of thing. Eko's stare intensified to something almost scary, so he stopped and took it in stride. "Look, kid. If you're gonna play with the big figures, first you have to understand something: there are clothes you wear when you want to look nice, and there are clothes you wear when you want to go jumping rooftops and getting into knife fights or whatever the hell kind of trouble you always get yourself into. You can afford to make that distinction now." Her brow knit. "I don't understand the connection to my jacket." "It's brand-new. Kind of expensive, right? Your first luxury purchase. So keep it looking nice for a while. At least while it's new." Eko looked ahead, putting a hand lightly over her chin and mouth, thinking. Then they continued their walk in silence, the girl having decided the explanation was satisfactory. "Don't beat yourself up about it, kid. Soon enough you'll be learning more about etiquette than I ever did. Then our roles can flip and you can teach me." It didn't show on her face, of course, but Mohdu's words did reassure Eko. She stepped up to the landing of his inn and tavern and entered her headquarters. |
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| Blackwell | Sat Jun 1, 2013 5:13 pm Post #7 |
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Cadence glanced at the door as the shopkeep told him of the symbol, as if he could see the sign from inside the building. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly at the comment about her age. He made it sound as if she were abnormally young for the business she was in. she could be old as well, he supposed, but he knew what the young and reckless were capable of. He'd been a child for nearly a century, and one of his most trusted allies had been a child for gods knew how long. “Thank you for the information, and the blade. I shall send it to the tavern.” He bowed to the man and turned to exit the store. “Good fortune.” He lifted a hand to the man as he closed the door behind him. Taking a moment to gather the area in his mind to figure out where Chimera street lay, he walked under the sign, catching the symbol. As Cadence walked the streets, he kept an eye out for anyone who looked out of place. Spies, scouts, guards, anyone who could be counted as a security measure. He didn't notice anyone off the bat. Either this girl was quite good, or she was still lax in her safety. Hopefully the former, but the latter was understandable if she was still growing in Balefire. Finding the tavern he had been suggested, Cadence entered the doors and instinctively scanned the patronage. Again, he noticed nothing out of place. However, some of the men looked his direction as he entered. Approaching the bar, he took a seat and patiently crossed his fingers. |
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| Lady Eko | Sat Jun 1, 2013 10:54 pm Post #8 |
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Mohdu's Inn and Tavern was an island of sturdy construction and homey atmosphere in the veritable lake of urban decay surrounding it. Compared to buildings nearby -- even the competing businesses next door or across the street -- Mohdu's was clean and new-looking. Not lavish by any circumstances, but it did a visibly good job with what it had to work with. At this time of night, the sound of construction workers' hammers could be faintly heard over the crowd. They were building a new wing of rooms in the back, Eko having taken over the neighboring lot. She had destroyed the old junk peddler's hut that once took the spot of land up, hiring the man as a security worker for a better wage than he'd gotten as a peddler. Just business as usual. The bartender was not Mohdu. Guests to the tavern had to get used to the fill-in bartender's distinct lack of a face. Even though Ategnio the shadow demon wore a hood, the place where his face was supposed to be was instead a black void. People were avoiding the bar. The demon himself didn't seem to mind, merely using his lack of business to rest on a high stool. When Cadence approached the bar, he got back onto his feet. "Welcome to Mohdu's, sir. What can I get for you?" Despite appearances, Ategnio's voice was normal, friendly-sounding, and had a thick Balefiren lilt. "Busy night, aye?" Ategnio had just returned to the bar with an order when Eko came in. After setting the drink down, his head tilted up to see her through the crowd. Actually, he heard her -- in a sense -- before seeing her. Lots of people greeting her and Mohdu. His boss' huge voice basically overwhelmed all the others, especially when he spotted someone in the tavern who he apparently hadn't seen in a long time. Others complimented Eko on her jacket and asked her about various bits of news. He didn't hear her replies. The girl weaved her way through the tables and a few standing crowds to get to the bar. Eko was a slight teen-ager who, at first glance, came off as unintimidating. Ategnio knew otherwise. His first meeting with her had been... auspicious, for lack of a better word. And he could see it in her eyes any time after that. She didn't act, talk, or move like any other teen-ager he'd ever met. If he was honest with himself, it felt fundamentally wrong. Thankfully, his apprehension couldn't be read in his expression. One of the perks of lacking a face. She took an empty seat at the bar near Cadence, but didn't pay him any mind. "How's Mohdu's treating you, Ategnio?" "Evening, Eko. It's pretty good. Less equipped than the Purple Lantern, of course, but there's-- something about the air is different. The atmosphere. You know?" Eko nodded. "Good to hear. Let me know if you need me to get you guys anything. As for me, I'll have--" "Teg! Don't give her any beer or coffee!" Mohdu's huge voice cut her off from the other side of the tavern. Quite the feat of shouting. And observation, for that matter. The line was followed by the overlapping laughs of several people in the proprietor's general area. She waved her hand dismissively, facial features blank as usual. "Fine. There's milk in the back." As Ategnio darted into the other room, Eko's eyes finally wandered away from what was straight ahead. Her elbow leaned on the bar as she glanced to her side. The gentleman sitting to her right with one empty seat between them was a bit older, someone she'd never seen before. "New customer?" she asked. The gap was short enough for her to offer a hand for a shake. Even though her fur-collared jacket looked new, her hands were wrapped in a thin layer of boxer's tape that was more dirty and worn. "Eko. Nice to meet you." |
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| Blackwell | Sun Jun 2, 2013 12:23 am Post #9 |
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Cade opened his mind to the tavern, sensing the natures around him that were not exclusive to the way a man looked. He felt the patrons without turning, measuring up the crowd surrounding him as he sat in the base of operations of a network of... what exactly he couldn't make out. He did not fully understand the intent of this organization or Eko, but his curiosity burned. He took note of the brightness of their lives, could pick out the good from the evil. Pressing his bare palm to the bar, he faintly felt the movements and vibrations through the porous wood. His attention was drawn toward the bartender as it addressed him, turning his full attention on the man. Immediately lifting an eyebrow, he mused at the crowds Balefire held. The demon's presence was far larger than the rest of the patronage, and the coloration of its energies a good deal darker. “Not thus far, but my night is slowly getting more interesting.” He couldn't help but to smile. “I'll have a brandy.” He didn't sound as if he cared much for the drink. It would do him no good, burning away in his body, and his blood wouldn't carry it. As the demon returned with his drink, the door opened once more. He felt only one distinct presence, but heard two new heartbeats. Taking a sip of his drink, he turned in his seat to observe the girl who sat next to him. He could see her just fine, but when he reached out to feel her, he sensed next to nothing. After she was identified as Eko, the girl he'd come to see, he set his drink aside and leaned on the bar, letting his focus slide back into the spectrum of light. He smiled through the pleasantries surrounding her arrival, even chuckling some at Mohdu's denying her drink. Extending a bare hand, he took hers, giving a firm handshake. Less trying to gain her respect with a strong grip, he felt her through the small amount of skin that came in contact. He could hear her heart beating well enough, but feeling it was another, more intimate sensation. And Cadence was nothing if not an intimate creature. “Of a sort.” He met her eyes. The temptation to test her will was almost overwhelming, but one that had to be resisted. If they were to forge an alliance, it would have to be one of her own free will. “A pleasure to meet you, Eko. You must be the girl I've heard so much about. I actually came to this place to see you.” Cade considered brushing his lips across her fingers, but the smell of the old wraps was less than pleasant. “My name is Cadence Blackwell.” |
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| Lady Eko | Sun Jun 2, 2013 2:08 pm Post #10 |
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One of Eko's eyebrows tilted higher than the other when she learned of the man's reason for being here. She supposed that if someone wanted to meet her, waiting at Mohdu's was probably the easiest way to do it. It occurred to her now that this was the first time anyone ever sought her out like this: willingly, for what she assumed was a friendly purpose. She could never be sure. The handshake lingered for a little too long. He gave his name in a way that suggested she should know of him, or at least didn't offer any further explanation. "I'm sorry, but I'm not familiar with the name. Where are you from?" It was one of the first questions a localistic Balefiren asked someone they were meeting for the first time. Where someone came from, either in the city or the continent, could make a huge difference or even inform that person's opinion of who they were getting to know. Eko asked Cadence so reflexively that she didn't need to think about it. "Do I dare ask why you wanted to see me, Mr. Blackwell? I can't imagine how I might have angered someone who lives so far away. But I'm sure it's possible." It was meant to be a less serious comment, but her tone hadn't changed from before. |
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| Blackwell | Mon Jun 3, 2013 5:48 pm Post #11 |
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Cade nodded. “I don't expect you to know of me. A handful know who I am, and most who do know me I intend to keep a distance from.” He released her hand, crossing his fingers once again. His drink sat ignored next to him. “I run a business in Taras. A variety of businesses, actually. Not too much unlike yourself, from what I see.” He waved a hand, not specifying any particular direction. “You haven't angered me in any way. In fact, I visited the Boar's Buckler not an hour ago.” He offered a grin. “I must say, I'm rather impressed. Your man seems to be doing a fine job. Better than my man could, it seems.” As if noticing his drink for the first time, he lifted it to take a sip, offering Eko the remainder with a wink. “I was never here enough to do well keeping a hold on the criminal activities that run rampant. But I reside in Taras now, and I am slowly gaining my foothold.” Not so slowly, as it were. His recent rise to congressman had solidified his place in the Taras government. He had access to a majority of the congress at any one time, and could easily gain their favor, or even charm any specific individual. This offered him an advantage over his competitors they could hardly keep up with. “I have a growing interest in gaining information from neighboring cities. New developments in government, rumors, profiles of important people. I'd be more than happy to pay a sum for this information.” He tilted his head slightly to the left. “Perhaps a partnership?” |
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| Lady Eko | Sun Jun 9, 2013 3:17 pm Post #12 |
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When Mr. Blackwell mentioned his patronage of businesses in Taras, Eko recalled someone she had met a long time ago. Simmon Trapis was another upstart from Taras. He owned a small contiguous bit of territory in eastern Balefire. She hated him. Years back Trapper, as he was called, attempted to rope her into a debt she didn't even agree to. He threatened Ansha and then, to top it all off, shot Eko with a hand crossbow as she made a getaway. If Trapper had made his Balefire landing in the Western Quarter, Eko would have made it her top priority to drive him out. For now, she assumed the eastern dons and other organized crime syndicates in that part of the city were keeping the Tarasian under control. Eko tried to keep her expression unchanging, but a close observer might see it take on a darker cast. She accepted his offer for a drink, but didn't start sipping immediately. "I see. Thank you for the compliment. Mr. Wilkinson deserved the opportunity." She took a moment to choose her words carefully. "I've had negative experiences in the past with Tarasian patrons. To be frank, they have a streak of... moral degeneration. They use benevolence as a weapon. A way to control people. In fact, that seems like a high priority for most forward-thinking Tarasians." Eko's silvery-green eyes burned into Mr. Blackwell. She laced her fingers together, leaning against the bar with one elbow, body language that of perfect calm. Nothing about her carriage gave the impression she was only eighteen years old. "We Balefirens don't appreciate foreigners meddling with our business, especially when we have problems all our own to deal with besides. So I'm going to ask you right now: why are you setting up an international information network? What are your ultimate goals with this? And why me, of all other upstarts or even Lords of Balefire you could have possibly contacted? Please don't take this as aggression. I'm just looking to see what kind of man you are." |
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