There was a knock at the door, which Dra'vash didn't notice at first, for he was occupied with his other mental faculties.
The second knock was harder - more of a slam, really - which brought the drow back to this body, his own body. His eyelids quivered as his eyes rolled back in their sockets, which revealed crimson red eyes hidden beneath a golden red tattoo of a pentagram. He had gotten the tattoos years ago when he first dabbled in the Art, and while the risk for permanent blindness was a big factor in the scribing of the pentagram, the plucky drow managed to slip by with his eyesight intact.
Dra'vash, with his awareness back to his body, held his hand out and did a small flicking motion. As he did, the lock to the door twisted and the door telekinetically swung open, revealing his older brother, Kaer'vek, with his arm above his head, frozen in the air, seemingly about to bust down the door. He arched his left eyebrow as he passed through the threshold.
"Locked? I was only gone for a minute, dear brother..."
The younger brother shrugged. "Habit, I suppose. I always feel for the need for some measure of security, even if it's in a private room."
Dra'vash held his arms out and stretched, simultaneously yawning as he reclined back into his seat. The accommodations of the Bar were lax, and that was the way he preferred with greetings like this.
The room was small and hardly furnished - there were two chairs and a table, and that was it. Kaker'vek sat down, with the door to the hallway behind him, and his brother and the small window in front of him. He was more blessed with physique than his younger brother, and had longer hair than him. When he smiled, others felt it. He had a kinder face than his brethren, and he generally used it to use favor. He wore simple black clothes, with only his rapier on his side.
"Well, I'm just glad that you're alive"
, he said in return, sitting down at the table. "You went under the radar for that last mission, and actually made some of us worry."
He sat back as well, trying to relax after the hard day. "I trust that you won't do that again?"
The younger brother sat quietly with his back to the window. He wasn't gifted with a powerful body, or an elegant face, but he had a powerful mind, and he was eager to use it often. The drow sat there, with his hood up just covering the crown of his head. There were no possessions on his body, and he too was wearing simple black clothes, save for the hooded cloak.
There was a moment of silence where Kaer'vek was hoping that his brother would say something, but there was no response. As he opened his mouth to rebuke his brother, Dra'vash interrupted him.
"Sorry brother, I'm here with you, it's just that... I'm not here. He heard people whispering, a commotion - apparently something is happening outside - so I told him to investigate."
The older brother looked around, but did not find the imp within the room. "Wait, so that's where Morinfen went? Out?"
, he repeated, motioning to the window with his hand. There was a telekinetic push, and the window slightly swiveled open, then shut back again.
Kaer'vek got up from his chair and sauntered over to the window, cautiously looking outside. A moment later, he remarked, "It's a fight."
"Indeed, brother, but I cannot recognize those who are fighting."
He smiled at his brother's 'superior' memory. For one who knows so much, he really didn't remember things unless it was written down. "You've been gone for a while, brother. Too long. From here... all I can see is Veir. He's from House Aleander."
He peered out the window again. "Wait, where's Morinfen again?"
"Around, brother. He's always around..."
he replied, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he spoke.
The imp heard voices often, and while he had learned to shut them away, this time, the murmurs of the people below piqued his interest. Master Dra'vash had commanded him to scout for him, so he did so.
Currently, he stood on a gargoyle head of an adjacent building, watching the assault.
|I know about the 2 man rule, but the Imp is the only one there on the scene. |
|Kaer'vek -left, Dra'vash - right |