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When orders were given, one did not refute them, and Evras was certainly in no position to do so, not when tensions were strife within her husband's household. Upon the return of Vangelis, the Kotas family had converged and had many discussions in just the one day that had passed. Understanding the need for such discussions, Evras had not disturbed them, and merely busied herself with ensuring Dion still went for his lessons, all while battling the progressing amount of lethargy she felt from her pregnancy. It's only at two and a half months at this point, if what her sister said was true, but having had two miscarriages before, Evras suspected her body was now working double-time to ensure this new one would be well protected to birth.
Still, the orders were clear, and with how busy the family and the kingdom was after the furor of the King seemingly appearing dead, Vangelis stepping into the crown for a scarce few days before Tython appeared at the Dikastirio just the night before, Evras had been called upon to deliver a missive to the sister to the King. What was contained within the sealed missive, Evras did not know, but neither did she question. As it was, she wasn't sure entirely what was to be done with her father at this point after his unforgivable actions at the feast, and while Evras was of the inclination that Dionysius was no longer in his right mind, neither did she think she could bear it if her father was executed. That her newly conceived, unborn child would never meet his or her grandfather seemed sad to Evras, when Dionysius so doted on Dion.
That afternoon saw Evras dressed in a simple white and red chiton that fell to her knees, her dark hair pulled back in simple half-done ponytail. Not bothering with any crown, but simply sufficed with the golden bangles around her wrists, Evras summoned the Kotas carriage, and from there it was not a long journey at all to the Drakos manor.
Drakos had never been a family that worked well with the Thanasi's, even despite her marriage to the Kotas. And it showed the last time she visited, for since then herself and Lady Imeeya had merely been cordial to each other at formal functions. Nice and gentle as Evras may be, she would take no harshness against Dion that was uncalled for, and that was exactly what Lady Imeeya had given. It was also exactly why Evras had left when Dion was busy with his lessons, not eager for her son to meet the unstable young lady of Drakos again, at least in her opinion.
So for the day, Evras was hoping Imeeya wouldn't be at home at all as she delivered the documents to Lady Tythra, which should not be hard to achieve considering Imeeya had just arrived back from Taengea. Surely she had matters to see to?
As the carriage rolled to a stop, the princess gingerly descended, internally complained again to herself that she should have brought a handmaiden with her, before finally sighing and knocking the door, telling the servant who opened her identity and what she had arrived for.
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When orders were given, one did not refute them, and Evras was certainly in no position to do so, not when tensions were strife within her husband's household. Upon the return of Vangelis, the Kotas family had converged and had many discussions in just the one day that had passed. Understanding the need for such discussions, Evras had not disturbed them, and merely busied herself with ensuring Dion still went for his lessons, all while battling the progressing amount of lethargy she felt from her pregnancy. It's only at two and a half months at this point, if what her sister said was true, but having had two miscarriages before, Evras suspected her body was now working double-time to ensure this new one would be well protected to birth.
Still, the orders were clear, and with how busy the family and the kingdom was after the furor of the King seemingly appearing dead, Vangelis stepping into the crown for a scarce few days before Tython appeared at the Dikastirio just the night before, Evras had been called upon to deliver a missive to the sister to the King. What was contained within the sealed missive, Evras did not know, but neither did she question. As it was, she wasn't sure entirely what was to be done with her father at this point after his unforgivable actions at the feast, and while Evras was of the inclination that Dionysius was no longer in his right mind, neither did she think she could bear it if her father was executed. That her newly conceived, unborn child would never meet his or her grandfather seemed sad to Evras, when Dionysius so doted on Dion.
That afternoon saw Evras dressed in a simple white and red chiton that fell to her knees, her dark hair pulled back in simple half-done ponytail. Not bothering with any crown, but simply sufficed with the golden bangles around her wrists, Evras summoned the Kotas carriage, and from there it was not a long journey at all to the Drakos manor.
Drakos had never been a family that worked well with the Thanasi's, even despite her marriage to the Kotas. And it showed the last time she visited, for since then herself and Lady Imeeya had merely been cordial to each other at formal functions. Nice and gentle as Evras may be, she would take no harshness against Dion that was uncalled for, and that was exactly what Lady Imeeya had given. It was also exactly why Evras had left when Dion was busy with his lessons, not eager for her son to meet the unstable young lady of Drakos again, at least in her opinion.
So for the day, Evras was hoping Imeeya wouldn't be at home at all as she delivered the documents to Lady Tythra, which should not be hard to achieve considering Imeeya had just arrived back from Taengea. Surely she had matters to see to?
As the carriage rolled to a stop, the princess gingerly descended, internally complained again to herself that she should have brought a handmaiden with her, before finally sighing and knocking the door, telling the servant who opened her identity and what she had arrived for.
When orders were given, one did not refute them, and Evras was certainly in no position to do so, not when tensions were strife within her husband's household. Upon the return of Vangelis, the Kotas family had converged and had many discussions in just the one day that had passed. Understanding the need for such discussions, Evras had not disturbed them, and merely busied herself with ensuring Dion still went for his lessons, all while battling the progressing amount of lethargy she felt from her pregnancy. It's only at two and a half months at this point, if what her sister said was true, but having had two miscarriages before, Evras suspected her body was now working double-time to ensure this new one would be well protected to birth.
Still, the orders were clear, and with how busy the family and the kingdom was after the furor of the King seemingly appearing dead, Vangelis stepping into the crown for a scarce few days before Tython appeared at the Dikastirio just the night before, Evras had been called upon to deliver a missive to the sister to the King. What was contained within the sealed missive, Evras did not know, but neither did she question. As it was, she wasn't sure entirely what was to be done with her father at this point after his unforgivable actions at the feast, and while Evras was of the inclination that Dionysius was no longer in his right mind, neither did she think she could bear it if her father was executed. That her newly conceived, unborn child would never meet his or her grandfather seemed sad to Evras, when Dionysius so doted on Dion.
That afternoon saw Evras dressed in a simple white and red chiton that fell to her knees, her dark hair pulled back in simple half-done ponytail. Not bothering with any crown, but simply sufficed with the golden bangles around her wrists, Evras summoned the Kotas carriage, and from there it was not a long journey at all to the Drakos manor.
Drakos had never been a family that worked well with the Thanasi's, even despite her marriage to the Kotas. And it showed the last time she visited, for since then herself and Lady Imeeya had merely been cordial to each other at formal functions. Nice and gentle as Evras may be, she would take no harshness against Dion that was uncalled for, and that was exactly what Lady Imeeya had given. It was also exactly why Evras had left when Dion was busy with his lessons, not eager for her son to meet the unstable young lady of Drakos again, at least in her opinion.
So for the day, Evras was hoping Imeeya wouldn't be at home at all as she delivered the documents to Lady Tythra, which should not be hard to achieve considering Imeeya had just arrived back from Taengea. Surely she had matters to see to?
As the carriage rolled to a stop, the princess gingerly descended, internally complained again to herself that she should have brought a handmaiden with her, before finally sighing and knocking the door, telling the servant who opened her identity and what she had arrived for.
It had been a long, boring day at home and Imeeya was sick of it. Ever since the (thing) Imeeya's mother had been very strict about what Imeeya was allowed to do. Imeeya would have thought that her mother would have understood that all of the talk about her and a pirate lover were complete falsehoods. Of course, she thought that that would have been obvious to Asia as well, and even her own best friend seemed to believe the lies. That pirate had managed to completely ruin her life and she was going to find a way to make him pay for it.
To that end, Imeeya had spent the morning in the family library attempting to figure out what was in her power to do. She was just beginning to figure out what she might be able to do to this pirate. As luck would have it, it seemed like everything was coming together. She might have found a way to kill two birds with one stone. Right in the middle of this planning, there was a knock on the door to the study. It was a servant announcing the arrival of Evras of Kotas, here to see her mother.
Imeeya sighed and pushed closed the ledger she had been reading through. Imeeya had been hoping to spend this time at home alone to do something productive to distract herself from the fact that Essa and her mother had gone out to the market without her. Now she was going to have to deal with EvrasI and that was not something Imeeya was looking forward to. There was no love lost between her and her cousin-in-law. In fact, the last time they had met, things had gone particularly badly when Imeeya had dared to scold Dion for destroying one of her books.
Imeeya hadn't expected any company this afternoon so she had made no great pains with her appearance. She was only wearing a plain chiton in light-blue, and her hair had been left down entirely. Imeeya briefly considered going to change, but she didn't want Evras to take that as a snub after how badly things went last time.
Imeeya found Evras there waiting for her in the entranceway and she smiled politely. "Welcome to our home, Lady Evras. I apologize but my mother is not presently home. Allow me to invite you to the sitting room and we can await her return there." Imeeya turned and indicated that Evras should go through the door to her right that led to the sitting room.
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It had been a long, boring day at home and Imeeya was sick of it. Ever since the (thing) Imeeya's mother had been very strict about what Imeeya was allowed to do. Imeeya would have thought that her mother would have understood that all of the talk about her and a pirate lover were complete falsehoods. Of course, she thought that that would have been obvious to Asia as well, and even her own best friend seemed to believe the lies. That pirate had managed to completely ruin her life and she was going to find a way to make him pay for it.
To that end, Imeeya had spent the morning in the family library attempting to figure out what was in her power to do. She was just beginning to figure out what she might be able to do to this pirate. As luck would have it, it seemed like everything was coming together. She might have found a way to kill two birds with one stone. Right in the middle of this planning, there was a knock on the door to the study. It was a servant announcing the arrival of Evras of Kotas, here to see her mother.
Imeeya sighed and pushed closed the ledger she had been reading through. Imeeya had been hoping to spend this time at home alone to do something productive to distract herself from the fact that Essa and her mother had gone out to the market without her. Now she was going to have to deal with EvrasI and that was not something Imeeya was looking forward to. There was no love lost between her and her cousin-in-law. In fact, the last time they had met, things had gone particularly badly when Imeeya had dared to scold Dion for destroying one of her books.
Imeeya hadn't expected any company this afternoon so she had made no great pains with her appearance. She was only wearing a plain chiton in light-blue, and her hair had been left down entirely. Imeeya briefly considered going to change, but she didn't want Evras to take that as a snub after how badly things went last time.
Imeeya found Evras there waiting for her in the entranceway and she smiled politely. "Welcome to our home, Lady Evras. I apologize but my mother is not presently home. Allow me to invite you to the sitting room and we can await her return there." Imeeya turned and indicated that Evras should go through the door to her right that led to the sitting room.
It had been a long, boring day at home and Imeeya was sick of it. Ever since the (thing) Imeeya's mother had been very strict about what Imeeya was allowed to do. Imeeya would have thought that her mother would have understood that all of the talk about her and a pirate lover were complete falsehoods. Of course, she thought that that would have been obvious to Asia as well, and even her own best friend seemed to believe the lies. That pirate had managed to completely ruin her life and she was going to find a way to make him pay for it.
To that end, Imeeya had spent the morning in the family library attempting to figure out what was in her power to do. She was just beginning to figure out what she might be able to do to this pirate. As luck would have it, it seemed like everything was coming together. She might have found a way to kill two birds with one stone. Right in the middle of this planning, there was a knock on the door to the study. It was a servant announcing the arrival of Evras of Kotas, here to see her mother.
Imeeya sighed and pushed closed the ledger she had been reading through. Imeeya had been hoping to spend this time at home alone to do something productive to distract herself from the fact that Essa and her mother had gone out to the market without her. Now she was going to have to deal with EvrasI and that was not something Imeeya was looking forward to. There was no love lost between her and her cousin-in-law. In fact, the last time they had met, things had gone particularly badly when Imeeya had dared to scold Dion for destroying one of her books.
Imeeya hadn't expected any company this afternoon so she had made no great pains with her appearance. She was only wearing a plain chiton in light-blue, and her hair had been left down entirely. Imeeya briefly considered going to change, but she didn't want Evras to take that as a snub after how badly things went last time.
Imeeya found Evras there waiting for her in the entranceway and she smiled politely. "Welcome to our home, Lady Evras. I apologize but my mother is not presently home. Allow me to invite you to the sitting room and we can await her return there." Imeeya turned and indicated that Evras should go through the door to her right that led to the sitting room.
The Gods were not in her favor it seems, for the day.
For a second, Evras wondered if perhaps Hermes was laughing down on her as Imeeya opened the door, the exact person Evras wasn't at all wishing to see. That was all she had wished for, was it that hard?
But for what its worth, her position and her status dictated her be polite, and Evras had spent her whole life being taught how to deceive people in terms of her looks, so that was exactly what she did. With a polite, simple smile in return, Evras let the look of surprise and mild disappointment enter her eyes, as she replied. "Ah, that is a pity. I was under instruction to deliver certain documents from King Tython to the Lady Tythra."
Nodding when Imeeya invited her in, Evras gingerly picked up the edges of her chiton's, not wanting the white edges to be sullied by the floor as she walked. The princess fell in step with the Drakos young lady, following the indications to the sitting room. Only when they were within, and after Imeeya had given the instructions to her servants, did Evras finally find a space to take a seat, a kline just in front of a window, a good amount of sunlight coming in. While she would've preferred to stand, uncomfortable as she was in the Drakos manor, her first trimester was eating up a lot of her energy, that Evras found herself finding a seat whenever she could.
Turning to look at Imeeya after settling down, she paused momentarily as if trying to gather her thoughts, before asking in a neutral tone. "Is there any idea on when Lady Tythra would be back?" Afterall, Evras had to get an idea of if she was to wait for a moment before the sister to the King return and she could finish her task, or was she to find a backup plan for the packet of bound up documents she now held in her hand. Was it safe to hand it over to the daughters of the lady? Queen Yanni had not specified afterall, but that she was tasked to deliver the letters meant only that they were not to fall in any random hands.
Curiously, Evras let her gaze fall to them, her brows knitted. From the moment the Queen had given her the packet, Evras had been curious. But she had been taught not to question, both by her own sister and father, and then as she learned to be the wife of a prince. But no one ever said she couldn't be curious, afterall.
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The Gods were not in her favor it seems, for the day.
For a second, Evras wondered if perhaps Hermes was laughing down on her as Imeeya opened the door, the exact person Evras wasn't at all wishing to see. That was all she had wished for, was it that hard?
But for what its worth, her position and her status dictated her be polite, and Evras had spent her whole life being taught how to deceive people in terms of her looks, so that was exactly what she did. With a polite, simple smile in return, Evras let the look of surprise and mild disappointment enter her eyes, as she replied. "Ah, that is a pity. I was under instruction to deliver certain documents from King Tython to the Lady Tythra."
Nodding when Imeeya invited her in, Evras gingerly picked up the edges of her chiton's, not wanting the white edges to be sullied by the floor as she walked. The princess fell in step with the Drakos young lady, following the indications to the sitting room. Only when they were within, and after Imeeya had given the instructions to her servants, did Evras finally find a space to take a seat, a kline just in front of a window, a good amount of sunlight coming in. While she would've preferred to stand, uncomfortable as she was in the Drakos manor, her first trimester was eating up a lot of her energy, that Evras found herself finding a seat whenever she could.
Turning to look at Imeeya after settling down, she paused momentarily as if trying to gather her thoughts, before asking in a neutral tone. "Is there any idea on when Lady Tythra would be back?" Afterall, Evras had to get an idea of if she was to wait for a moment before the sister to the King return and she could finish her task, or was she to find a backup plan for the packet of bound up documents she now held in her hand. Was it safe to hand it over to the daughters of the lady? Queen Yanni had not specified afterall, but that she was tasked to deliver the letters meant only that they were not to fall in any random hands.
Curiously, Evras let her gaze fall to them, her brows knitted. From the moment the Queen had given her the packet, Evras had been curious. But she had been taught not to question, both by her own sister and father, and then as she learned to be the wife of a prince. But no one ever said she couldn't be curious, afterall.
The Gods were not in her favor it seems, for the day.
For a second, Evras wondered if perhaps Hermes was laughing down on her as Imeeya opened the door, the exact person Evras wasn't at all wishing to see. That was all she had wished for, was it that hard?
But for what its worth, her position and her status dictated her be polite, and Evras had spent her whole life being taught how to deceive people in terms of her looks, so that was exactly what she did. With a polite, simple smile in return, Evras let the look of surprise and mild disappointment enter her eyes, as she replied. "Ah, that is a pity. I was under instruction to deliver certain documents from King Tython to the Lady Tythra."
Nodding when Imeeya invited her in, Evras gingerly picked up the edges of her chiton's, not wanting the white edges to be sullied by the floor as she walked. The princess fell in step with the Drakos young lady, following the indications to the sitting room. Only when they were within, and after Imeeya had given the instructions to her servants, did Evras finally find a space to take a seat, a kline just in front of a window, a good amount of sunlight coming in. While she would've preferred to stand, uncomfortable as she was in the Drakos manor, her first trimester was eating up a lot of her energy, that Evras found herself finding a seat whenever she could.
Turning to look at Imeeya after settling down, she paused momentarily as if trying to gather her thoughts, before asking in a neutral tone. "Is there any idea on when Lady Tythra would be back?" Afterall, Evras had to get an idea of if she was to wait for a moment before the sister to the King return and she could finish her task, or was she to find a backup plan for the packet of bound up documents she now held in her hand. Was it safe to hand it over to the daughters of the lady? Queen Yanni had not specified afterall, but that she was tasked to deliver the letters meant only that they were not to fall in any random hands.
Curiously, Evras let her gaze fall to them, her brows knitted. From the moment the Queen had given her the packet, Evras had been curious. But she had been taught not to question, both by her own sister and father, and then as she learned to be the wife of a prince. But no one ever said she couldn't be curious, afterall.
Akhmad never liked plans that were carried out in daylight. Whilst sometimes it was necessary to carry out plans outside of nocturnal hours - for security was always heightened when the sun set and the shadows rolled in - he was not a fighter, nor thief, that operated well when he could be seen. A man clad entirely in black cloth like a mummified corpse that wandered the earth, he was hardly one to blend in amongst the general populace. Instead, he was welcomed by the shadows of night-time hush, absorbed into the darkness and never noticeable to the eyes of the watchful when the moon hung heavy in the sky.
Yet, this was one of those times where a lighter approach was necessary.
Nahash had been clever, timing their attack upon the House of Drakos for the autumn season... when the sun would set earlier than normal and the guards' shifts had not yet changed in order to accommodate. It was a weak-spot in most royal security measures and one that Nahash had been determined to utilise to the groups chorused agreement. Despite it not working for his personal aesthetics and purposes, Akhmad was one of those who spoke in affirmation of the plan. Well... spoke in his own manner of a nod.
Their approach upon the building had to happen in the sunlight, one that was calm and unnoticeable that for some of the group meant a jolly walk through the streets in an unsuspecting manner and for Akhmad meant a crawl across the rooftops of buildings above that of Drakos. Like a hermit creature, he clung to the mountain side and the wallways of other buildings upon higher levels than the Drakos manor and practically hung head first towards the property, melting into a crack in the rock so as to remain unseen even in the brightness of the late afternoon.
It was here that he would be waiting. Waiting until the sun was setting, the shot of beams across the ocean would be blinding on the manors western face and render the two guards he could see below startled in the eye. As soon as they were weakened and his own brothers were in place, Akhmad would be dropping, like a deadly spider upon his pray and rendering both guards dead to all by the souls of the Underworld.
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Akhmad never liked plans that were carried out in daylight. Whilst sometimes it was necessary to carry out plans outside of nocturnal hours - for security was always heightened when the sun set and the shadows rolled in - he was not a fighter, nor thief, that operated well when he could be seen. A man clad entirely in black cloth like a mummified corpse that wandered the earth, he was hardly one to blend in amongst the general populace. Instead, he was welcomed by the shadows of night-time hush, absorbed into the darkness and never noticeable to the eyes of the watchful when the moon hung heavy in the sky.
Yet, this was one of those times where a lighter approach was necessary.
Nahash had been clever, timing their attack upon the House of Drakos for the autumn season... when the sun would set earlier than normal and the guards' shifts had not yet changed in order to accommodate. It was a weak-spot in most royal security measures and one that Nahash had been determined to utilise to the groups chorused agreement. Despite it not working for his personal aesthetics and purposes, Akhmad was one of those who spoke in affirmation of the plan. Well... spoke in his own manner of a nod.
Their approach upon the building had to happen in the sunlight, one that was calm and unnoticeable that for some of the group meant a jolly walk through the streets in an unsuspecting manner and for Akhmad meant a crawl across the rooftops of buildings above that of Drakos. Like a hermit creature, he clung to the mountain side and the wallways of other buildings upon higher levels than the Drakos manor and practically hung head first towards the property, melting into a crack in the rock so as to remain unseen even in the brightness of the late afternoon.
It was here that he would be waiting. Waiting until the sun was setting, the shot of beams across the ocean would be blinding on the manors western face and render the two guards he could see below startled in the eye. As soon as they were weakened and his own brothers were in place, Akhmad would be dropping, like a deadly spider upon his pray and rendering both guards dead to all by the souls of the Underworld.
Akhmad never liked plans that were carried out in daylight. Whilst sometimes it was necessary to carry out plans outside of nocturnal hours - for security was always heightened when the sun set and the shadows rolled in - he was not a fighter, nor thief, that operated well when he could be seen. A man clad entirely in black cloth like a mummified corpse that wandered the earth, he was hardly one to blend in amongst the general populace. Instead, he was welcomed by the shadows of night-time hush, absorbed into the darkness and never noticeable to the eyes of the watchful when the moon hung heavy in the sky.
Yet, this was one of those times where a lighter approach was necessary.
Nahash had been clever, timing their attack upon the House of Drakos for the autumn season... when the sun would set earlier than normal and the guards' shifts had not yet changed in order to accommodate. It was a weak-spot in most royal security measures and one that Nahash had been determined to utilise to the groups chorused agreement. Despite it not working for his personal aesthetics and purposes, Akhmad was one of those who spoke in affirmation of the plan. Well... spoke in his own manner of a nod.
Their approach upon the building had to happen in the sunlight, one that was calm and unnoticeable that for some of the group meant a jolly walk through the streets in an unsuspecting manner and for Akhmad meant a crawl across the rooftops of buildings above that of Drakos. Like a hermit creature, he clung to the mountain side and the wallways of other buildings upon higher levels than the Drakos manor and practically hung head first towards the property, melting into a crack in the rock so as to remain unseen even in the brightness of the late afternoon.
It was here that he would be waiting. Waiting until the sun was setting, the shot of beams across the ocean would be blinding on the manors western face and render the two guards he could see below startled in the eye. As soon as they were weakened and his own brothers were in place, Akhmad would be dropping, like a deadly spider upon his pray and rendering both guards dead to all by the souls of the Underworld.
While Evras had never been one of Imeeya’s favorite people, her dislike of the woman rested more on her family associations than anything that Evras herself had done. Although the last meeting between Imeeya and Evras had ended badly after Dion had destroyed one of her books, as far as Imeeya was concerned, that argument was all in the past and she held no ill will towards Evras for defending her son. However, what Imeeya did resent was that as a Thanasi, Evras had put herself and her son so close to the line for the throne. Everyone knew that the Thanasis had designs on the throne of Colchis, and the fact that Evras’s father had only recently attempted to kill the king didn’t help Imeeya to see her in any better line. What Tython was doing having Evras act as courier was something Imeeya couldn’t fathom, but it wasn’t up to her to question the decisions of her king.
Despite her dislike of the woman, Imeeya responded with the politeness she would offer any guest, only the formality of her action giving any indication that this was a woman with whom she wasn’t close. Imeeya followed Evras into the sitting room and allowed Evras to make herself comfortable before positioning herself in a chair across from where Evras sat. “I don’t know when my mother will return. She and my sister have gone to the market and did not tell me when they expected to return.” Nor did they ask if Imeeya had wanted to accompany them to the market. She wasn’t sure why, it wasn’t as if she was going to be able to run off and do something completely inappropriate with her mother and sister right there by her side even if she had any desire to, which she did not.
However, Imeeya didn’t let the moment of irritation show on her face. Instead, she turned to Evras. “Would you like any refreshment while you wait? I could get you some water or wine, or there is bread, cheese, and fruit if you’re looking for something more substantial.” No matter how much Imeeya wished that she wasn’t sitting here trying to keep Evras company, she didn’t want it to be said that she wasn’t a gracious hostess. In the polite but tense sitting room, Imeeya could hear none of the danger lurking just above them.
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While Evras had never been one of Imeeya’s favorite people, her dislike of the woman rested more on her family associations than anything that Evras herself had done. Although the last meeting between Imeeya and Evras had ended badly after Dion had destroyed one of her books, as far as Imeeya was concerned, that argument was all in the past and she held no ill will towards Evras for defending her son. However, what Imeeya did resent was that as a Thanasi, Evras had put herself and her son so close to the line for the throne. Everyone knew that the Thanasis had designs on the throne of Colchis, and the fact that Evras’s father had only recently attempted to kill the king didn’t help Imeeya to see her in any better line. What Tython was doing having Evras act as courier was something Imeeya couldn’t fathom, but it wasn’t up to her to question the decisions of her king.
Despite her dislike of the woman, Imeeya responded with the politeness she would offer any guest, only the formality of her action giving any indication that this was a woman with whom she wasn’t close. Imeeya followed Evras into the sitting room and allowed Evras to make herself comfortable before positioning herself in a chair across from where Evras sat. “I don’t know when my mother will return. She and my sister have gone to the market and did not tell me when they expected to return.” Nor did they ask if Imeeya had wanted to accompany them to the market. She wasn’t sure why, it wasn’t as if she was going to be able to run off and do something completely inappropriate with her mother and sister right there by her side even if she had any desire to, which she did not.
However, Imeeya didn’t let the moment of irritation show on her face. Instead, she turned to Evras. “Would you like any refreshment while you wait? I could get you some water or wine, or there is bread, cheese, and fruit if you’re looking for something more substantial.” No matter how much Imeeya wished that she wasn’t sitting here trying to keep Evras company, she didn’t want it to be said that she wasn’t a gracious hostess. In the polite but tense sitting room, Imeeya could hear none of the danger lurking just above them.
While Evras had never been one of Imeeya’s favorite people, her dislike of the woman rested more on her family associations than anything that Evras herself had done. Although the last meeting between Imeeya and Evras had ended badly after Dion had destroyed one of her books, as far as Imeeya was concerned, that argument was all in the past and she held no ill will towards Evras for defending her son. However, what Imeeya did resent was that as a Thanasi, Evras had put herself and her son so close to the line for the throne. Everyone knew that the Thanasis had designs on the throne of Colchis, and the fact that Evras’s father had only recently attempted to kill the king didn’t help Imeeya to see her in any better line. What Tython was doing having Evras act as courier was something Imeeya couldn’t fathom, but it wasn’t up to her to question the decisions of her king.
Despite her dislike of the woman, Imeeya responded with the politeness she would offer any guest, only the formality of her action giving any indication that this was a woman with whom she wasn’t close. Imeeya followed Evras into the sitting room and allowed Evras to make herself comfortable before positioning herself in a chair across from where Evras sat. “I don’t know when my mother will return. She and my sister have gone to the market and did not tell me when they expected to return.” Nor did they ask if Imeeya had wanted to accompany them to the market. She wasn’t sure why, it wasn’t as if she was going to be able to run off and do something completely inappropriate with her mother and sister right there by her side even if she had any desire to, which she did not.
However, Imeeya didn’t let the moment of irritation show on her face. Instead, she turned to Evras. “Would you like any refreshment while you wait? I could get you some water or wine, or there is bread, cheese, and fruit if you’re looking for something more substantial.” No matter how much Imeeya wished that she wasn’t sitting here trying to keep Evras company, she didn’t want it to be said that she wasn’t a gracious hostess. In the polite but tense sitting room, Imeeya could hear none of the danger lurking just above them.
She was hesitant as she was wary of the woman. The Drakos ladies had a reputation, far too headstrong and unladylike for Evras to agree to their actions. That Lady Tythra was one of the only ladies in senate already did not sit well with Evras, for it was unnatural for those of the fairer sex to be in a position of such power. Unlike her sister's, Evras was content to be a mother, and that Imeeya had been a threat to her son in their previous altercation did nothing to the relationnship between the two already soured by familial disagreements.
But never let it be said that Evras was not gracious, and if Imeeya was shown to want to let bygones be bygones, the dark-haired Thanasi-born sister was not going to harp on a dying subject.
When the response given by the eldest Drakos daughter was cordial, Evras's stance relaxed a little as she sat upon the kline, and merely nodded in response to the offer for refreshments. "Water would be fine, for now." Fresh water was a luxury to have from their landscape, especially in Colchis, but wine was not something Evras was going to indulge in due to her condition at the moment. While she had imbibed in watered down wine during her pregnancy with Dion, that she had suffered miscarriages a few times before the one she carried now, meant she was unlikely to take anymore risks.
Waiting as Imeeya instructed the servants for the refreshments, she held the letter in one hand whilst the other rested upon the handrest. Evras's blue-green eyes wandered the expanse of the room taking in the decorations and furniture when a sudden scratch in the overhead ceiling made her brows knit. "Did you not say your Lady Tythra and Essa was at the markets, Lady Imeeya?" Evras asked, a curious look flicked over to the other blonde lady. "Do you have servants repairing the roof work?"
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She was hesitant as she was wary of the woman. The Drakos ladies had a reputation, far too headstrong and unladylike for Evras to agree to their actions. That Lady Tythra was one of the only ladies in senate already did not sit well with Evras, for it was unnatural for those of the fairer sex to be in a position of such power. Unlike her sister's, Evras was content to be a mother, and that Imeeya had been a threat to her son in their previous altercation did nothing to the relationnship between the two already soured by familial disagreements.
But never let it be said that Evras was not gracious, and if Imeeya was shown to want to let bygones be bygones, the dark-haired Thanasi-born sister was not going to harp on a dying subject.
When the response given by the eldest Drakos daughter was cordial, Evras's stance relaxed a little as she sat upon the kline, and merely nodded in response to the offer for refreshments. "Water would be fine, for now." Fresh water was a luxury to have from their landscape, especially in Colchis, but wine was not something Evras was going to indulge in due to her condition at the moment. While she had imbibed in watered down wine during her pregnancy with Dion, that she had suffered miscarriages a few times before the one she carried now, meant she was unlikely to take anymore risks.
Waiting as Imeeya instructed the servants for the refreshments, she held the letter in one hand whilst the other rested upon the handrest. Evras's blue-green eyes wandered the expanse of the room taking in the decorations and furniture when a sudden scratch in the overhead ceiling made her brows knit. "Did you not say your Lady Tythra and Essa was at the markets, Lady Imeeya?" Evras asked, a curious look flicked over to the other blonde lady. "Do you have servants repairing the roof work?"
She was hesitant as she was wary of the woman. The Drakos ladies had a reputation, far too headstrong and unladylike for Evras to agree to their actions. That Lady Tythra was one of the only ladies in senate already did not sit well with Evras, for it was unnatural for those of the fairer sex to be in a position of such power. Unlike her sister's, Evras was content to be a mother, and that Imeeya had been a threat to her son in their previous altercation did nothing to the relationnship between the two already soured by familial disagreements.
But never let it be said that Evras was not gracious, and if Imeeya was shown to want to let bygones be bygones, the dark-haired Thanasi-born sister was not going to harp on a dying subject.
When the response given by the eldest Drakos daughter was cordial, Evras's stance relaxed a little as she sat upon the kline, and merely nodded in response to the offer for refreshments. "Water would be fine, for now." Fresh water was a luxury to have from their landscape, especially in Colchis, but wine was not something Evras was going to indulge in due to her condition at the moment. While she had imbibed in watered down wine during her pregnancy with Dion, that she had suffered miscarriages a few times before the one she carried now, meant she was unlikely to take anymore risks.
Waiting as Imeeya instructed the servants for the refreshments, she held the letter in one hand whilst the other rested upon the handrest. Evras's blue-green eyes wandered the expanse of the room taking in the decorations and furniture when a sudden scratch in the overhead ceiling made her brows knit. "Did you not say your Lady Tythra and Essa was at the markets, Lady Imeeya?" Evras asked, a curious look flicked over to the other blonde lady. "Do you have servants repairing the roof work?"
Somra wasn’t sure what they were doing. She was never told anything of what they were doing, which was annoying. She was just told when and where to be somewhere, or she was dragged along by someone. She knew that she was new to the group, but she wished that they would trust her a little more with knowing what was going on. It was hard to prepare herself for things when she didn’t know what the things were that she was doing.
She had dressed herself in a black dress, one of her signature looks, loose and flowy with slits up either side so she could climb, run and jump without an issue. She needed clothing that was unrestrictive in order to do what she did best. She had to sew herself new dresses when she had arrived, Khanh and Nahash had been unsatisfied with her usual red and brighter colours that she wore. Now she had the same dresses, but in dark greys and black instead.
Her long hair was tied back in a tight braid, so it wouldn’t be in her way for whatever it was they were doing. She had simply been told where to meet them and what time of day to show up. She arrived at the meeting spot, perhaps a little earlier than necessary, as no one else was there yet.
So, she leaned up against a wall, acting as if she was just casually taking a break from walking around and waited for someone else to show up. Had she known what the plan was, she would have been able to position herself in a better spot, or at least know where she should even be. She was starting to feel a bit frustrated with being kept out of the loop in all these plans. She was expected to participate, but never told what she was participating in until last minute. It wasn’t as if she was going to go and rat them out to anyone.
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Somra wasn’t sure what they were doing. She was never told anything of what they were doing, which was annoying. She was just told when and where to be somewhere, or she was dragged along by someone. She knew that she was new to the group, but she wished that they would trust her a little more with knowing what was going on. It was hard to prepare herself for things when she didn’t know what the things were that she was doing.
She had dressed herself in a black dress, one of her signature looks, loose and flowy with slits up either side so she could climb, run and jump without an issue. She needed clothing that was unrestrictive in order to do what she did best. She had to sew herself new dresses when she had arrived, Khanh and Nahash had been unsatisfied with her usual red and brighter colours that she wore. Now she had the same dresses, but in dark greys and black instead.
Her long hair was tied back in a tight braid, so it wouldn’t be in her way for whatever it was they were doing. She had simply been told where to meet them and what time of day to show up. She arrived at the meeting spot, perhaps a little earlier than necessary, as no one else was there yet.
So, she leaned up against a wall, acting as if she was just casually taking a break from walking around and waited for someone else to show up. Had she known what the plan was, she would have been able to position herself in a better spot, or at least know where she should even be. She was starting to feel a bit frustrated with being kept out of the loop in all these plans. She was expected to participate, but never told what she was participating in until last minute. It wasn’t as if she was going to go and rat them out to anyone.
Somra wasn’t sure what they were doing. She was never told anything of what they were doing, which was annoying. She was just told when and where to be somewhere, or she was dragged along by someone. She knew that she was new to the group, but she wished that they would trust her a little more with knowing what was going on. It was hard to prepare herself for things when she didn’t know what the things were that she was doing.
She had dressed herself in a black dress, one of her signature looks, loose and flowy with slits up either side so she could climb, run and jump without an issue. She needed clothing that was unrestrictive in order to do what she did best. She had to sew herself new dresses when she had arrived, Khanh and Nahash had been unsatisfied with her usual red and brighter colours that she wore. Now she had the same dresses, but in dark greys and black instead.
Her long hair was tied back in a tight braid, so it wouldn’t be in her way for whatever it was they were doing. She had simply been told where to meet them and what time of day to show up. She arrived at the meeting spot, perhaps a little earlier than necessary, as no one else was there yet.
So, she leaned up against a wall, acting as if she was just casually taking a break from walking around and waited for someone else to show up. Had she known what the plan was, she would have been able to position herself in a better spot, or at least know where she should even be. She was starting to feel a bit frustrated with being kept out of the loop in all these plans. She was expected to participate, but never told what she was participating in until last minute. It wasn’t as if she was going to go and rat them out to anyone.
Khanh and Nahash had previously staked out this manor, when Nahash had given his approval. Like the rest, it wasn’t Khanh’s preference to do this in the day time, but it made a certain amount of sense. Not everything had to be done at night and, as Khanh and Nahash were about to prove, with the right outfit, you really could just walk straight into someone’s home. He and Nahash strolled up the limestone lane, each dressed in the generic white robes of Egypt, their hair covered, and in heavy kohl makeup, giving them an exotic appearance. Between them, they lugged a large trunk. Up ahead, Somra stood at the meeting place a little ways before the manor. Khanh gave her a single nod of his head to fall into line with them.
All it had taken was a few little lies to get an interview with the Drakos cook. A few sales pitches about the benefits of Egyptian spices and the healthiness of such things, and a solemn promise to bring all of the spices in their possession to the manor for the cook to try. One. By. One. With Akhmad on top of the roof, and with Somra simply walking straight into the house with them, Khanh was betting that she would find a way to melt out of the room and search the house. Once inside, all he or Nahash had to do was create a little diversion and they had the run of the house with the excuse to be there in the first place. Ideally, most of the servants would be crowded into the kitchens with them to see the show and the ones that weren’t could easily be taken care of by himself or his fellows. It wasn’t hard to silence a human if you really put your mind to it.
Because they were expected, they were shown right in through the servant’s gate and taken around so that they were not in sight of either the street or the main portion of the house. Nobles liked the illusion of privacy and that they didn’t need to depend on a staff of so many to live in luxury. This wasn’t something that Khanh held against them; it was working to his advantage. He just found it interesting. The cook was delighted with their little showcase. Khanh’s Greek was not as good as Nahash’s, and it was the leader of the Sariqas that did the talking, waving his hands about, giving quite the show with all the alacrity and charm that he reserved for only these kinds of moments. If left to his own devices, Nahash was quiet and reserved, but he was a thief and had the skill set necessary to pull off a heist. Whatever it took.
”Bring your friends,” Nahash was saying to the cook, gesturing to the jars Khanh was spreading out on the table. At the name of each, Khanh opened the jar, placing the lid carefully on the table. As servants filled up the room, they pushed forward to see, leaving Somra with a clear view of the kitchen’s doorway into the inner house and the hallway beyond. ”Powdered seeds of coriander,” Nahash said and Khanh opened the lid to reveal the dull powder, but what its color lacked, its scent did not. The light aroma of a pleasant sweetness, hinting of citrus filtered into the air. ”Cumin,” Nahash went on. Khanh opened the next jar and let out the pungent odor that, in his opinion, tasted much better than it smelled.
On the next spice, Nahash held up his hands for silence, bringing the crowd a bit closer, promising something that they had heard of but likely never seen or tasted. ”Cinnamon,” his voice was low and seductive. Khanh lifted off the lid and breathed in the heady scent that promised only good things. Cinnamon was an expensive spice and poor servants definitely couldn’t afford it. ”A taste? To sample for your house,” Nahash urged the cook. There were ripples of ascent to this and Khanh glanced over his shoulder, hoping not to spot Somra anywhere in this room.
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Khanh and Nahash had previously staked out this manor, when Nahash had given his approval. Like the rest, it wasn’t Khanh’s preference to do this in the day time, but it made a certain amount of sense. Not everything had to be done at night and, as Khanh and Nahash were about to prove, with the right outfit, you really could just walk straight into someone’s home. He and Nahash strolled up the limestone lane, each dressed in the generic white robes of Egypt, their hair covered, and in heavy kohl makeup, giving them an exotic appearance. Between them, they lugged a large trunk. Up ahead, Somra stood at the meeting place a little ways before the manor. Khanh gave her a single nod of his head to fall into line with them.
All it had taken was a few little lies to get an interview with the Drakos cook. A few sales pitches about the benefits of Egyptian spices and the healthiness of such things, and a solemn promise to bring all of the spices in their possession to the manor for the cook to try. One. By. One. With Akhmad on top of the roof, and with Somra simply walking straight into the house with them, Khanh was betting that she would find a way to melt out of the room and search the house. Once inside, all he or Nahash had to do was create a little diversion and they had the run of the house with the excuse to be there in the first place. Ideally, most of the servants would be crowded into the kitchens with them to see the show and the ones that weren’t could easily be taken care of by himself or his fellows. It wasn’t hard to silence a human if you really put your mind to it.
Because they were expected, they were shown right in through the servant’s gate and taken around so that they were not in sight of either the street or the main portion of the house. Nobles liked the illusion of privacy and that they didn’t need to depend on a staff of so many to live in luxury. This wasn’t something that Khanh held against them; it was working to his advantage. He just found it interesting. The cook was delighted with their little showcase. Khanh’s Greek was not as good as Nahash’s, and it was the leader of the Sariqas that did the talking, waving his hands about, giving quite the show with all the alacrity and charm that he reserved for only these kinds of moments. If left to his own devices, Nahash was quiet and reserved, but he was a thief and had the skill set necessary to pull off a heist. Whatever it took.
”Bring your friends,” Nahash was saying to the cook, gesturing to the jars Khanh was spreading out on the table. At the name of each, Khanh opened the jar, placing the lid carefully on the table. As servants filled up the room, they pushed forward to see, leaving Somra with a clear view of the kitchen’s doorway into the inner house and the hallway beyond. ”Powdered seeds of coriander,” Nahash said and Khanh opened the lid to reveal the dull powder, but what its color lacked, its scent did not. The light aroma of a pleasant sweetness, hinting of citrus filtered into the air. ”Cumin,” Nahash went on. Khanh opened the next jar and let out the pungent odor that, in his opinion, tasted much better than it smelled.
On the next spice, Nahash held up his hands for silence, bringing the crowd a bit closer, promising something that they had heard of but likely never seen or tasted. ”Cinnamon,” his voice was low and seductive. Khanh lifted off the lid and breathed in the heady scent that promised only good things. Cinnamon was an expensive spice and poor servants definitely couldn’t afford it. ”A taste? To sample for your house,” Nahash urged the cook. There were ripples of ascent to this and Khanh glanced over his shoulder, hoping not to spot Somra anywhere in this room.
Khanh and Nahash had previously staked out this manor, when Nahash had given his approval. Like the rest, it wasn’t Khanh’s preference to do this in the day time, but it made a certain amount of sense. Not everything had to be done at night and, as Khanh and Nahash were about to prove, with the right outfit, you really could just walk straight into someone’s home. He and Nahash strolled up the limestone lane, each dressed in the generic white robes of Egypt, their hair covered, and in heavy kohl makeup, giving them an exotic appearance. Between them, they lugged a large trunk. Up ahead, Somra stood at the meeting place a little ways before the manor. Khanh gave her a single nod of his head to fall into line with them.
All it had taken was a few little lies to get an interview with the Drakos cook. A few sales pitches about the benefits of Egyptian spices and the healthiness of such things, and a solemn promise to bring all of the spices in their possession to the manor for the cook to try. One. By. One. With Akhmad on top of the roof, and with Somra simply walking straight into the house with them, Khanh was betting that she would find a way to melt out of the room and search the house. Once inside, all he or Nahash had to do was create a little diversion and they had the run of the house with the excuse to be there in the first place. Ideally, most of the servants would be crowded into the kitchens with them to see the show and the ones that weren’t could easily be taken care of by himself or his fellows. It wasn’t hard to silence a human if you really put your mind to it.
Because they were expected, they were shown right in through the servant’s gate and taken around so that they were not in sight of either the street or the main portion of the house. Nobles liked the illusion of privacy and that they didn’t need to depend on a staff of so many to live in luxury. This wasn’t something that Khanh held against them; it was working to his advantage. He just found it interesting. The cook was delighted with their little showcase. Khanh’s Greek was not as good as Nahash’s, and it was the leader of the Sariqas that did the talking, waving his hands about, giving quite the show with all the alacrity and charm that he reserved for only these kinds of moments. If left to his own devices, Nahash was quiet and reserved, but he was a thief and had the skill set necessary to pull off a heist. Whatever it took.
”Bring your friends,” Nahash was saying to the cook, gesturing to the jars Khanh was spreading out on the table. At the name of each, Khanh opened the jar, placing the lid carefully on the table. As servants filled up the room, they pushed forward to see, leaving Somra with a clear view of the kitchen’s doorway into the inner house and the hallway beyond. ”Powdered seeds of coriander,” Nahash said and Khanh opened the lid to reveal the dull powder, but what its color lacked, its scent did not. The light aroma of a pleasant sweetness, hinting of citrus filtered into the air. ”Cumin,” Nahash went on. Khanh opened the next jar and let out the pungent odor that, in his opinion, tasted much better than it smelled.
On the next spice, Nahash held up his hands for silence, bringing the crowd a bit closer, promising something that they had heard of but likely never seen or tasted. ”Cinnamon,” his voice was low and seductive. Khanh lifted off the lid and breathed in the heady scent that promised only good things. Cinnamon was an expensive spice and poor servants definitely couldn’t afford it. ”A taste? To sample for your house,” Nahash urged the cook. There were ripples of ascent to this and Khanh glanced over his shoulder, hoping not to spot Somra anywhere in this room.
As soon as Akhmad, watching from above like a human sized scorpion upon the rooftops of the household, witnessed the arrival of his leaders in the form of Khanh and Nahash approaching the residence in their ensemble of disguise, the assassin waited just long enough to allow the guards over the servants' doors to search Khanh and Nahash's person and trunk and then permit them inside. As soon as they had been swallowed by the common-folk entry to the household, Akhmad positioned himself carefully and in a single motion dropped upon the two militia beneath.
With blades held in either hand, and at a careful angle, gravity saw to it that Akhmad cut through both jugular and windpipe of each of the men marking the door. No screams, no yell, no alerting to the thieves' presence. Having stepped backwards off of the roof and landing before the two men, Akhmad deliberately placed himself into the line of fire when it came to the blood spurting from around metal blades and his wrappings were quick to soak into the darkest of burgundies.
With a careful grip around their waists and a backwards drag, it took only moments for Akhmad to pull the now lifeless corpses of the Drakos guards to the private well three metres away from the kitchen door. Two heaves later and the courtyard was now free of alarm, free of blood and free of guards. The perfect escape route for the Sariqas gang once they had completed their mission.
Three heartbeats later and Akhmad was clambering up the side of the building once more, like an arachnid, finding purchase with his feet on the expensive tile and moving to scale another section of the property. This time, his aim was entry, not exit, and he was quick to find an open window up in the higher floors of the building. With Somra searching the lower levels under the pretence of servitude to the spice merchants, and he taking the higher floors, they would have the place searched quickly and efficiently whilst Khanh and Nahash led the servant folk on a merry dance and the nobles within kept themselves to themselves.
The aim was that the gang would find what they were looking for without need for making their presence known. Yet, if their bounty was in fact hidden in the very room occupied by members of the Drakos family...? As to that, they would have to adjust to the second phase of their plan. But for now, the focus was silent searching and Akhmad was quick to see to his part in the scheme, moving swiftly around what appeared to be a rarely used guest suite and sleeping chamber. Finding it unlikely that such a previous item would be kept within, yet not willing to overlook so simple a thing, Akhmad was quick in scanning the carpentry of the walls and carved furniture, searching inside any and all containers and chests, sliding behind furnishings that might offer a hidden hidey hole where wood met stone wall. Light taps to the floorboards told him that there were no hollow panels and hidden spots. And a single slice to the mattress opened up its internal stuffing for his assessment.
Finding the room entirely clear of hidden treasure, Akhmad moved onto the next room quickly enough, his steps silent over the rugs that stretched the length of the upstairs hallway...
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As soon as Akhmad, watching from above like a human sized scorpion upon the rooftops of the household, witnessed the arrival of his leaders in the form of Khanh and Nahash approaching the residence in their ensemble of disguise, the assassin waited just long enough to allow the guards over the servants' doors to search Khanh and Nahash's person and trunk and then permit them inside. As soon as they had been swallowed by the common-folk entry to the household, Akhmad positioned himself carefully and in a single motion dropped upon the two militia beneath.
With blades held in either hand, and at a careful angle, gravity saw to it that Akhmad cut through both jugular and windpipe of each of the men marking the door. No screams, no yell, no alerting to the thieves' presence. Having stepped backwards off of the roof and landing before the two men, Akhmad deliberately placed himself into the line of fire when it came to the blood spurting from around metal blades and his wrappings were quick to soak into the darkest of burgundies.
With a careful grip around their waists and a backwards drag, it took only moments for Akhmad to pull the now lifeless corpses of the Drakos guards to the private well three metres away from the kitchen door. Two heaves later and the courtyard was now free of alarm, free of blood and free of guards. The perfect escape route for the Sariqas gang once they had completed their mission.
Three heartbeats later and Akhmad was clambering up the side of the building once more, like an arachnid, finding purchase with his feet on the expensive tile and moving to scale another section of the property. This time, his aim was entry, not exit, and he was quick to find an open window up in the higher floors of the building. With Somra searching the lower levels under the pretence of servitude to the spice merchants, and he taking the higher floors, they would have the place searched quickly and efficiently whilst Khanh and Nahash led the servant folk on a merry dance and the nobles within kept themselves to themselves.
The aim was that the gang would find what they were looking for without need for making their presence known. Yet, if their bounty was in fact hidden in the very room occupied by members of the Drakos family...? As to that, they would have to adjust to the second phase of their plan. But for now, the focus was silent searching and Akhmad was quick to see to his part in the scheme, moving swiftly around what appeared to be a rarely used guest suite and sleeping chamber. Finding it unlikely that such a previous item would be kept within, yet not willing to overlook so simple a thing, Akhmad was quick in scanning the carpentry of the walls and carved furniture, searching inside any and all containers and chests, sliding behind furnishings that might offer a hidden hidey hole where wood met stone wall. Light taps to the floorboards told him that there were no hollow panels and hidden spots. And a single slice to the mattress opened up its internal stuffing for his assessment.
Finding the room entirely clear of hidden treasure, Akhmad moved onto the next room quickly enough, his steps silent over the rugs that stretched the length of the upstairs hallway...
As soon as Akhmad, watching from above like a human sized scorpion upon the rooftops of the household, witnessed the arrival of his leaders in the form of Khanh and Nahash approaching the residence in their ensemble of disguise, the assassin waited just long enough to allow the guards over the servants' doors to search Khanh and Nahash's person and trunk and then permit them inside. As soon as they had been swallowed by the common-folk entry to the household, Akhmad positioned himself carefully and in a single motion dropped upon the two militia beneath.
With blades held in either hand, and at a careful angle, gravity saw to it that Akhmad cut through both jugular and windpipe of each of the men marking the door. No screams, no yell, no alerting to the thieves' presence. Having stepped backwards off of the roof and landing before the two men, Akhmad deliberately placed himself into the line of fire when it came to the blood spurting from around metal blades and his wrappings were quick to soak into the darkest of burgundies.
With a careful grip around their waists and a backwards drag, it took only moments for Akhmad to pull the now lifeless corpses of the Drakos guards to the private well three metres away from the kitchen door. Two heaves later and the courtyard was now free of alarm, free of blood and free of guards. The perfect escape route for the Sariqas gang once they had completed their mission.
Three heartbeats later and Akhmad was clambering up the side of the building once more, like an arachnid, finding purchase with his feet on the expensive tile and moving to scale another section of the property. This time, his aim was entry, not exit, and he was quick to find an open window up in the higher floors of the building. With Somra searching the lower levels under the pretence of servitude to the spice merchants, and he taking the higher floors, they would have the place searched quickly and efficiently whilst Khanh and Nahash led the servant folk on a merry dance and the nobles within kept themselves to themselves.
The aim was that the gang would find what they were looking for without need for making their presence known. Yet, if their bounty was in fact hidden in the very room occupied by members of the Drakos family...? As to that, they would have to adjust to the second phase of their plan. But for now, the focus was silent searching and Akhmad was quick to see to his part in the scheme, moving swiftly around what appeared to be a rarely used guest suite and sleeping chamber. Finding it unlikely that such a previous item would be kept within, yet not willing to overlook so simple a thing, Akhmad was quick in scanning the carpentry of the walls and carved furniture, searching inside any and all containers and chests, sliding behind furnishings that might offer a hidden hidey hole where wood met stone wall. Light taps to the floorboards told him that there were no hollow panels and hidden spots. And a single slice to the mattress opened up its internal stuffing for his assessment.
Finding the room entirely clear of hidden treasure, Akhmad moved onto the next room quickly enough, his steps silent over the rugs that stretched the length of the upstairs hallway...
Zai admired the old mute as much as he’d never admit it out loud. So, he followed Akhmad’s motions closely, knowing his mastery at stealth wouldn’t let him down. Still, the side of a mountain was not the most comfortable place to discover new tricks in stealth. His plan would have been to go in as servants and maybe talk to some of the ladies, charm them, and then rob them. Of course, that was shot down because no one else held his charm quite as well as Zai and therefore it wouldn’t work.
Too bad Somra wasn’t a man, she would surely charm the skirt off a lady in no time. She sure charmed him anyway. As if on cue, he saw the woman and smiled. Before he could really start daydreaming though, the plan was under way and Alhmad pounced like a panther.
He was clumsier than his silent partner and was too late to really step in with the guards. Climbing far more slowly down the cliffside, he arrived just in time to step in blood. He gave the man an apologetic smile before the man was gone again, “Shit.” He had certainly chosen the wrong partner for this event. Still, he had wanted to learn from the man. He disappeared through a window and Zai motioned that he would hide the dead men and proceeded to drag them out of the way.
Looking up, he went for the same window that his companion had used and waved his hands in frustration as he struggled to follow. It was a spectacular failure and he decided to find his way in elsewhere, through a door on the ground, preferably. He before sneaking around the large mansion. A glance found him a lower window and he smiled, clamoring upwards, though still silent. The window was open to allow the breeze inside and the coats was clear. He stepped inside and marveled at all the beautiful things around him. Fine carpets, drapes, tables, and knickknacks that he immediately began to pocket.
He knew he needed to find Akhmad and peered out of the first floor room to look for stairs.
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Zai admired the old mute as much as he’d never admit it out loud. So, he followed Akhmad’s motions closely, knowing his mastery at stealth wouldn’t let him down. Still, the side of a mountain was not the most comfortable place to discover new tricks in stealth. His plan would have been to go in as servants and maybe talk to some of the ladies, charm them, and then rob them. Of course, that was shot down because no one else held his charm quite as well as Zai and therefore it wouldn’t work.
Too bad Somra wasn’t a man, she would surely charm the skirt off a lady in no time. She sure charmed him anyway. As if on cue, he saw the woman and smiled. Before he could really start daydreaming though, the plan was under way and Alhmad pounced like a panther.
He was clumsier than his silent partner and was too late to really step in with the guards. Climbing far more slowly down the cliffside, he arrived just in time to step in blood. He gave the man an apologetic smile before the man was gone again, “Shit.” He had certainly chosen the wrong partner for this event. Still, he had wanted to learn from the man. He disappeared through a window and Zai motioned that he would hide the dead men and proceeded to drag them out of the way.
Looking up, he went for the same window that his companion had used and waved his hands in frustration as he struggled to follow. It was a spectacular failure and he decided to find his way in elsewhere, through a door on the ground, preferably. He before sneaking around the large mansion. A glance found him a lower window and he smiled, clamoring upwards, though still silent. The window was open to allow the breeze inside and the coats was clear. He stepped inside and marveled at all the beautiful things around him. Fine carpets, drapes, tables, and knickknacks that he immediately began to pocket.
He knew he needed to find Akhmad and peered out of the first floor room to look for stairs.
Zai admired the old mute as much as he’d never admit it out loud. So, he followed Akhmad’s motions closely, knowing his mastery at stealth wouldn’t let him down. Still, the side of a mountain was not the most comfortable place to discover new tricks in stealth. His plan would have been to go in as servants and maybe talk to some of the ladies, charm them, and then rob them. Of course, that was shot down because no one else held his charm quite as well as Zai and therefore it wouldn’t work.
Too bad Somra wasn’t a man, she would surely charm the skirt off a lady in no time. She sure charmed him anyway. As if on cue, he saw the woman and smiled. Before he could really start daydreaming though, the plan was under way and Alhmad pounced like a panther.
He was clumsier than his silent partner and was too late to really step in with the guards. Climbing far more slowly down the cliffside, he arrived just in time to step in blood. He gave the man an apologetic smile before the man was gone again, “Shit.” He had certainly chosen the wrong partner for this event. Still, he had wanted to learn from the man. He disappeared through a window and Zai motioned that he would hide the dead men and proceeded to drag them out of the way.
Looking up, he went for the same window that his companion had used and waved his hands in frustration as he struggled to follow. It was a spectacular failure and he decided to find his way in elsewhere, through a door on the ground, preferably. He before sneaking around the large mansion. A glance found him a lower window and he smiled, clamoring upwards, though still silent. The window was open to allow the breeze inside and the coats was clear. He stepped inside and marveled at all the beautiful things around him. Fine carpets, drapes, tables, and knickknacks that he immediately began to pocket.
He knew he needed to find Akhmad and peered out of the first floor room to look for stairs.
Somra saw Khanh and Nahash approach, and as Khanh nodded at her, she fell into step with them, walking beside Khanh as if they were up to something completely normal. She stood out among their white clothing, but not in a bad way, she simply looked like a beautiful, young, foreign woman, likely it would be assumed that she was romantically involved with one of the men at her side, and if need be, she knew that she could play the part with Khanh, as long as he was smooth enough to keep the lie up with her. She hoped it wouldn’t come down to that though, they had made their peace with each other, but she wasn’t looking to have to act quite that much that day.
She remained silent as they were allowed in, standing to the back while Nahash put on his show, ready to slip out of the room the second she had a chance and she was given the signal to. Her black dress and dark skin would help her remain unnoticed when she had to slip out of the room.
As the crowd pushed closer to experience the joys of cinnamon, she took her chance and slipped out of the kitchen door, neither seen nor heard by anyone in the room. Her footsteps carried her quickly and silently through the halls, her dark eyes taking in every possible detail quickly, she paused a half a second to pull out one of her trusty daggers that had been hidden on her thigh, in case she needed it. She resumed her search immediately, checking each room she came across as thoroughly as she dared.
Each time she had searched a room, she dipped her finger into a small pouch of dark blue powder she carried with her, leaving the smallest of blue marks upon the doorway. Nothing that anyone would notice if they didn’t know what to look for, but something she had notified the others that she would do. A sign that the room had been checked and there was no point in any of them looking again. They didn’t have time to waste if they wanted to do this quickly and quietly. She hoped that it wouldn’t come down to having to hurt anyone, but the more rooms she searched with no luck, the more she began to worry that this wasn’t going to be a quick in and out.
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Somra saw Khanh and Nahash approach, and as Khanh nodded at her, she fell into step with them, walking beside Khanh as if they were up to something completely normal. She stood out among their white clothing, but not in a bad way, she simply looked like a beautiful, young, foreign woman, likely it would be assumed that she was romantically involved with one of the men at her side, and if need be, she knew that she could play the part with Khanh, as long as he was smooth enough to keep the lie up with her. She hoped it wouldn’t come down to that though, they had made their peace with each other, but she wasn’t looking to have to act quite that much that day.
She remained silent as they were allowed in, standing to the back while Nahash put on his show, ready to slip out of the room the second she had a chance and she was given the signal to. Her black dress and dark skin would help her remain unnoticed when she had to slip out of the room.
As the crowd pushed closer to experience the joys of cinnamon, she took her chance and slipped out of the kitchen door, neither seen nor heard by anyone in the room. Her footsteps carried her quickly and silently through the halls, her dark eyes taking in every possible detail quickly, she paused a half a second to pull out one of her trusty daggers that had been hidden on her thigh, in case she needed it. She resumed her search immediately, checking each room she came across as thoroughly as she dared.
Each time she had searched a room, she dipped her finger into a small pouch of dark blue powder she carried with her, leaving the smallest of blue marks upon the doorway. Nothing that anyone would notice if they didn’t know what to look for, but something she had notified the others that she would do. A sign that the room had been checked and there was no point in any of them looking again. They didn’t have time to waste if they wanted to do this quickly and quietly. She hoped that it wouldn’t come down to having to hurt anyone, but the more rooms she searched with no luck, the more she began to worry that this wasn’t going to be a quick in and out.
Somra saw Khanh and Nahash approach, and as Khanh nodded at her, she fell into step with them, walking beside Khanh as if they were up to something completely normal. She stood out among their white clothing, but not in a bad way, she simply looked like a beautiful, young, foreign woman, likely it would be assumed that she was romantically involved with one of the men at her side, and if need be, she knew that she could play the part with Khanh, as long as he was smooth enough to keep the lie up with her. She hoped it wouldn’t come down to that though, they had made their peace with each other, but she wasn’t looking to have to act quite that much that day.
She remained silent as they were allowed in, standing to the back while Nahash put on his show, ready to slip out of the room the second she had a chance and she was given the signal to. Her black dress and dark skin would help her remain unnoticed when she had to slip out of the room.
As the crowd pushed closer to experience the joys of cinnamon, she took her chance and slipped out of the kitchen door, neither seen nor heard by anyone in the room. Her footsteps carried her quickly and silently through the halls, her dark eyes taking in every possible detail quickly, she paused a half a second to pull out one of her trusty daggers that had been hidden on her thigh, in case she needed it. She resumed her search immediately, checking each room she came across as thoroughly as she dared.
Each time she had searched a room, she dipped her finger into a small pouch of dark blue powder she carried with her, leaving the smallest of blue marks upon the doorway. Nothing that anyone would notice if they didn’t know what to look for, but something she had notified the others that she would do. A sign that the room had been checked and there was no point in any of them looking again. They didn’t have time to waste if they wanted to do this quickly and quietly. She hoped that it wouldn’t come down to having to hurt anyone, but the more rooms she searched with no luck, the more she began to worry that this wasn’t going to be a quick in and out.
Imeeya had hoped that her mother would return home soon and that she would be spared the tedium of attempting to maintain a polite face in front of Evras. In spite of any of her own feelings towards the woman, she still strove to be a good hostess towards any guest in her house. As such, she was obliged to provide the requested refreshments. Imeeya’s expression showed only the slightest glimmer of confusion at the request for water. It was an unusual request, but not one that she was going to refuse. She called to the serving girl to go fetch a glass of clear, cold water for her guest. The water would be easy enough to fetch from their private well in the courtyard, fed from what had once been a spring in the mountain. She also asked for a platter of small pastries to be brought for them to snack on, from the kitchen, as well as wine for herself.
Imeeya had been busy instructing the servant when Evras had heard the noises. She paused to try to listen for herself, frowning with concentration. At first, she heard nothing and turned back to Evras. “Perhaps it was just a small animal of some sort?” Imeeya suggested. Or perhaps it was just Evras’s imagination, but Imeeya wasn’t going to be rude enough to suggest that. Imeeya paused for a moment more, trying to listen for any noises. Imeeya thought she heard a faint footfall, and wondered if perhaps her mother and Essa had already arrived home. That thought lasted only a second before she heard a scream from the courtyard.
Was Imeeya a more easily intimidated person, she might have thought to wait and allow the guards to deal with whatever danger might be outside. Instead, she instinctively grabbed the nearest heavy thing she could find, a candlestick, and headed out towards the sound of distress. There she found the serving girl pale, with a horrified look on her face. The bucket she had brought up from the well was full of water stained red with the blood of the men who had been thrown down it only recently. It was only then that Imeeya realized that no one else had come to the aid of the panicked serving girl. Something was very wrong here, but Imeeya wasn’t sure what.
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Imeeya had hoped that her mother would return home soon and that she would be spared the tedium of attempting to maintain a polite face in front of Evras. In spite of any of her own feelings towards the woman, she still strove to be a good hostess towards any guest in her house. As such, she was obliged to provide the requested refreshments. Imeeya’s expression showed only the slightest glimmer of confusion at the request for water. It was an unusual request, but not one that she was going to refuse. She called to the serving girl to go fetch a glass of clear, cold water for her guest. The water would be easy enough to fetch from their private well in the courtyard, fed from what had once been a spring in the mountain. She also asked for a platter of small pastries to be brought for them to snack on, from the kitchen, as well as wine for herself.
Imeeya had been busy instructing the servant when Evras had heard the noises. She paused to try to listen for herself, frowning with concentration. At first, she heard nothing and turned back to Evras. “Perhaps it was just a small animal of some sort?” Imeeya suggested. Or perhaps it was just Evras’s imagination, but Imeeya wasn’t going to be rude enough to suggest that. Imeeya paused for a moment more, trying to listen for any noises. Imeeya thought she heard a faint footfall, and wondered if perhaps her mother and Essa had already arrived home. That thought lasted only a second before she heard a scream from the courtyard.
Was Imeeya a more easily intimidated person, she might have thought to wait and allow the guards to deal with whatever danger might be outside. Instead, she instinctively grabbed the nearest heavy thing she could find, a candlestick, and headed out towards the sound of distress. There she found the serving girl pale, with a horrified look on her face. The bucket she had brought up from the well was full of water stained red with the blood of the men who had been thrown down it only recently. It was only then that Imeeya realized that no one else had come to the aid of the panicked serving girl. Something was very wrong here, but Imeeya wasn’t sure what.
Imeeya had hoped that her mother would return home soon and that she would be spared the tedium of attempting to maintain a polite face in front of Evras. In spite of any of her own feelings towards the woman, she still strove to be a good hostess towards any guest in her house. As such, she was obliged to provide the requested refreshments. Imeeya’s expression showed only the slightest glimmer of confusion at the request for water. It was an unusual request, but not one that she was going to refuse. She called to the serving girl to go fetch a glass of clear, cold water for her guest. The water would be easy enough to fetch from their private well in the courtyard, fed from what had once been a spring in the mountain. She also asked for a platter of small pastries to be brought for them to snack on, from the kitchen, as well as wine for herself.
Imeeya had been busy instructing the servant when Evras had heard the noises. She paused to try to listen for herself, frowning with concentration. At first, she heard nothing and turned back to Evras. “Perhaps it was just a small animal of some sort?” Imeeya suggested. Or perhaps it was just Evras’s imagination, but Imeeya wasn’t going to be rude enough to suggest that. Imeeya paused for a moment more, trying to listen for any noises. Imeeya thought she heard a faint footfall, and wondered if perhaps her mother and Essa had already arrived home. That thought lasted only a second before she heard a scream from the courtyard.
Was Imeeya a more easily intimidated person, she might have thought to wait and allow the guards to deal with whatever danger might be outside. Instead, she instinctively grabbed the nearest heavy thing she could find, a candlestick, and headed out towards the sound of distress. There she found the serving girl pale, with a horrified look on her face. The bucket she had brought up from the well was full of water stained red with the blood of the men who had been thrown down it only recently. It was only then that Imeeya realized that no one else had come to the aid of the panicked serving girl. Something was very wrong here, but Imeeya wasn’t sure what.
The explanation by the Drakos young lady seemed likely, yet something about the sounds did not appeal to Evras that they would come from a small animal scrounging about on the roof. Most of the animals they would see on the streets of the Upper Levels would be either cats or dogs, or at most peacocks who definitely lacked the ability of flight to reach the roof of the household. A raccoon? Snakes? Those preferred the outskirts of the city, and rarely ventured through the heart of the busy capitol of Colchis to be able to arrive at the upper levels where the richer class found residence in.
Still, she wasn't one to question, and as this wasn't even her residence to begin with, Evras merely narrowed a suspicious eye, but made no sound as Imeeya seemed to pause at Evras's own hesitation. When the Drakos lady made a move to go out, Evras quickly left her own seat and made to follow, but was waylaid when a maid almost collided into her. What resulted was a scramble when the maid who had been tasked to fetch some tidbits and honey to go with the water the other was fetching from the well, spilled the contents of her tray all over the front of Evras's dress.
The maid was quickly apologetic, aghast and embarassed that she had stained the dress of the young princess, but Evras had a kind heart and waved the maid off, simply asking for directions to the kitchens so she could wash off. The maid protested, almost insisting that Evras remain in the guest room so she could bring the cloth, but the princess waved it off. It was honey and crumbs afterall, she could just get a piece of cloth from the kitchens along with the water surely available there for her to wipe herself off - and the maid had far more to do to wipe up the puddle of water now formed on the corridor of the lower level in the Drakos manor.
Following the instructions of the maid, Evras ventured further towards the kitchens, turning a corner only to have her eyes widen when she saw a group huddled around two men clearly not from Greece. Evras had lived in Colchis long enough to identify foreigners when she saw them, and her first reaction was to frown, before the waft of exotic spices came to her nose - one in particular feeling extra palatable to her hormone heightened tastebuds now. The scent of it alone almost made her mouth water, and Evras all but forgot the honey and crumb-caked front of her chiton as she slowly made her way to the display, her blue-green eyes widening in delight as she picked up a stick of what appeared to be the brown bark of a tree from the jar one of them held out, taking a deep breath of delight. Holding it up and turning to one of the foreigners, Evras asked with an eager smile, "What is this and how does one use it?"
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The explanation by the Drakos young lady seemed likely, yet something about the sounds did not appeal to Evras that they would come from a small animal scrounging about on the roof. Most of the animals they would see on the streets of the Upper Levels would be either cats or dogs, or at most peacocks who definitely lacked the ability of flight to reach the roof of the household. A raccoon? Snakes? Those preferred the outskirts of the city, and rarely ventured through the heart of the busy capitol of Colchis to be able to arrive at the upper levels where the richer class found residence in.
Still, she wasn't one to question, and as this wasn't even her residence to begin with, Evras merely narrowed a suspicious eye, but made no sound as Imeeya seemed to pause at Evras's own hesitation. When the Drakos lady made a move to go out, Evras quickly left her own seat and made to follow, but was waylaid when a maid almost collided into her. What resulted was a scramble when the maid who had been tasked to fetch some tidbits and honey to go with the water the other was fetching from the well, spilled the contents of her tray all over the front of Evras's dress.
The maid was quickly apologetic, aghast and embarassed that she had stained the dress of the young princess, but Evras had a kind heart and waved the maid off, simply asking for directions to the kitchens so she could wash off. The maid protested, almost insisting that Evras remain in the guest room so she could bring the cloth, but the princess waved it off. It was honey and crumbs afterall, she could just get a piece of cloth from the kitchens along with the water surely available there for her to wipe herself off - and the maid had far more to do to wipe up the puddle of water now formed on the corridor of the lower level in the Drakos manor.
Following the instructions of the maid, Evras ventured further towards the kitchens, turning a corner only to have her eyes widen when she saw a group huddled around two men clearly not from Greece. Evras had lived in Colchis long enough to identify foreigners when she saw them, and her first reaction was to frown, before the waft of exotic spices came to her nose - one in particular feeling extra palatable to her hormone heightened tastebuds now. The scent of it alone almost made her mouth water, and Evras all but forgot the honey and crumb-caked front of her chiton as she slowly made her way to the display, her blue-green eyes widening in delight as she picked up a stick of what appeared to be the brown bark of a tree from the jar one of them held out, taking a deep breath of delight. Holding it up and turning to one of the foreigners, Evras asked with an eager smile, "What is this and how does one use it?"
The explanation by the Drakos young lady seemed likely, yet something about the sounds did not appeal to Evras that they would come from a small animal scrounging about on the roof. Most of the animals they would see on the streets of the Upper Levels would be either cats or dogs, or at most peacocks who definitely lacked the ability of flight to reach the roof of the household. A raccoon? Snakes? Those preferred the outskirts of the city, and rarely ventured through the heart of the busy capitol of Colchis to be able to arrive at the upper levels where the richer class found residence in.
Still, she wasn't one to question, and as this wasn't even her residence to begin with, Evras merely narrowed a suspicious eye, but made no sound as Imeeya seemed to pause at Evras's own hesitation. When the Drakos lady made a move to go out, Evras quickly left her own seat and made to follow, but was waylaid when a maid almost collided into her. What resulted was a scramble when the maid who had been tasked to fetch some tidbits and honey to go with the water the other was fetching from the well, spilled the contents of her tray all over the front of Evras's dress.
The maid was quickly apologetic, aghast and embarassed that she had stained the dress of the young princess, but Evras had a kind heart and waved the maid off, simply asking for directions to the kitchens so she could wash off. The maid protested, almost insisting that Evras remain in the guest room so she could bring the cloth, but the princess waved it off. It was honey and crumbs afterall, she could just get a piece of cloth from the kitchens along with the water surely available there for her to wipe herself off - and the maid had far more to do to wipe up the puddle of water now formed on the corridor of the lower level in the Drakos manor.
Following the instructions of the maid, Evras ventured further towards the kitchens, turning a corner only to have her eyes widen when she saw a group huddled around two men clearly not from Greece. Evras had lived in Colchis long enough to identify foreigners when she saw them, and her first reaction was to frown, before the waft of exotic spices came to her nose - one in particular feeling extra palatable to her hormone heightened tastebuds now. The scent of it alone almost made her mouth water, and Evras all but forgot the honey and crumb-caked front of her chiton as she slowly made her way to the display, her blue-green eyes widening in delight as she picked up a stick of what appeared to be the brown bark of a tree from the jar one of them held out, taking a deep breath of delight. Holding it up and turning to one of the foreigners, Evras asked with an eager smile, "What is this and how does one use it?"
As Akhmad cleared the upper floor, marking the doorways so that his brethren would know which chambers had already undergone a thorough search by their kin, Akhmad swept silently down the set of stairs her came to at the far end of the corridor. With all of the highest storey of the building marked and cleared, there was no need for him to linger and he could continue to search and aid his fellows.
Somewhat surprised that he had yet to run into a servant or resident of the house, Akhmad assumed them to be involved in a sort of well-to-do beneath him. If visitors were in the building then more servants than Khanh and Nahash were distracting would have found themselves in those social avenues of the structure, leaving the upper levels entirely absent. Or, at least, that was how he had always noticed the case to be when he invaded such a home of the rich and wealthy.
Not wishing for his steps to make a noise on the wooden steps of the staircase, Akhmad took to the rail that had been affixed to the wall in order to aid in the climbing of the case. Setting his rear upon the smooth surface, he allowed gravity to do his work for him and slid the length of the stairs, his wrapped feet hitting the rugged corridor below with the softest of thumps. Whilst it might have been heard if there were someone standing directly beneath that spot in a chamber below, it was far quieter than any creaks he might have elicited from the case behind him.
Hurrying to search the next few rooms, it was quick to clear such a floor as he met Somra half way along, having already settled the rest. With a quick nod and a nudge of his head, he encouraged her to join him as he moved to the next floor, worrying minorly that what they searched for was not here...
Surely, their leader's intellect could not have been mistaken? Surely, it was here in the Drakos' possession?
When they collided with Zai on the ground floor, Akhmad made quick gestures, ensuring that they split up once more to cover the social chambers of the household. For now, they were at a higher risk of bumping into servants or slaves - or even the nobles themselves - and they needed to be careful in how they moved. Singularly was best, and as they had only a few more rooms to search, they needed to do so with care and scrutiny... for they could not leave here without their mission’s end goal...
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As Akhmad cleared the upper floor, marking the doorways so that his brethren would know which chambers had already undergone a thorough search by their kin, Akhmad swept silently down the set of stairs her came to at the far end of the corridor. With all of the highest storey of the building marked and cleared, there was no need for him to linger and he could continue to search and aid his fellows.
Somewhat surprised that he had yet to run into a servant or resident of the house, Akhmad assumed them to be involved in a sort of well-to-do beneath him. If visitors were in the building then more servants than Khanh and Nahash were distracting would have found themselves in those social avenues of the structure, leaving the upper levels entirely absent. Or, at least, that was how he had always noticed the case to be when he invaded such a home of the rich and wealthy.
Not wishing for his steps to make a noise on the wooden steps of the staircase, Akhmad took to the rail that had been affixed to the wall in order to aid in the climbing of the case. Setting his rear upon the smooth surface, he allowed gravity to do his work for him and slid the length of the stairs, his wrapped feet hitting the rugged corridor below with the softest of thumps. Whilst it might have been heard if there were someone standing directly beneath that spot in a chamber below, it was far quieter than any creaks he might have elicited from the case behind him.
Hurrying to search the next few rooms, it was quick to clear such a floor as he met Somra half way along, having already settled the rest. With a quick nod and a nudge of his head, he encouraged her to join him as he moved to the next floor, worrying minorly that what they searched for was not here...
Surely, their leader's intellect could not have been mistaken? Surely, it was here in the Drakos' possession?
When they collided with Zai on the ground floor, Akhmad made quick gestures, ensuring that they split up once more to cover the social chambers of the household. For now, they were at a higher risk of bumping into servants or slaves - or even the nobles themselves - and they needed to be careful in how they moved. Singularly was best, and as they had only a few more rooms to search, they needed to do so with care and scrutiny... for they could not leave here without their mission’s end goal...
As Akhmad cleared the upper floor, marking the doorways so that his brethren would know which chambers had already undergone a thorough search by their kin, Akhmad swept silently down the set of stairs her came to at the far end of the corridor. With all of the highest storey of the building marked and cleared, there was no need for him to linger and he could continue to search and aid his fellows.
Somewhat surprised that he had yet to run into a servant or resident of the house, Akhmad assumed them to be involved in a sort of well-to-do beneath him. If visitors were in the building then more servants than Khanh and Nahash were distracting would have found themselves in those social avenues of the structure, leaving the upper levels entirely absent. Or, at least, that was how he had always noticed the case to be when he invaded such a home of the rich and wealthy.
Not wishing for his steps to make a noise on the wooden steps of the staircase, Akhmad took to the rail that had been affixed to the wall in order to aid in the climbing of the case. Setting his rear upon the smooth surface, he allowed gravity to do his work for him and slid the length of the stairs, his wrapped feet hitting the rugged corridor below with the softest of thumps. Whilst it might have been heard if there were someone standing directly beneath that spot in a chamber below, it was far quieter than any creaks he might have elicited from the case behind him.
Hurrying to search the next few rooms, it was quick to clear such a floor as he met Somra half way along, having already settled the rest. With a quick nod and a nudge of his head, he encouraged her to join him as he moved to the next floor, worrying minorly that what they searched for was not here...
Surely, their leader's intellect could not have been mistaken? Surely, it was here in the Drakos' possession?
When they collided with Zai on the ground floor, Akhmad made quick gestures, ensuring that they split up once more to cover the social chambers of the household. For now, they were at a higher risk of bumping into servants or slaves - or even the nobles themselves - and they needed to be careful in how they moved. Singularly was best, and as they had only a few more rooms to search, they needed to do so with care and scrutiny... for they could not leave here without their mission’s end goal...
Somra spotted Akhmad, it seemed he had cleared the rest of the rooms on that floor. He motioned her along and she followed wordlessly, the two creeping quickly through the house like two shadows. It was eerie how quiet the two of them were, almost as if they weren’t truly there in the first place. Somra had to admit, she admired Akhmad’s skills. She had thought herself unique in her abilities, but when it came to climbing and sneaking, he matched her. At least she still had her uses in her small size and her ability to fit into spaces that didn’t seem possible even for her.
The two found Zai on the last floor of the house, and Akhmad signalled for them to all split up again. She gave a quick nod, and without another seconds thought, she slipped away into a hallway at the South end of the building, her intention to search any rooms she found there. She was starting to think that the information was wrong, that the group was risking being caught for absolutely no reason.
Surely they should have found the thing by now if it was here?
Perhaps it just so happened to be in one of the rooms they had yet to search, but the more she searched, the less belief she held in this plan. The longer they were there, the more likely it was that something would go wrong. Her mouth felt a little dry as the panic started to set in the slightest bit. She didn’t allow it to cloud her mind just yet, they needed to find this thing or they needed to get the hell out of here.
How long would it be before someone would notice one of them? Or notice the guards were missing? Someone was bound to see something out of the ordinary, and then they would be figured out and it would be up to them to get out. Safely and unseen.
As such, Somra made sure to note an alternate exit to any of the rooms she entered. Luckily for her, they all seemed to have windows. Easy enough to climb out, and she would climb up if she had to escape out a window. Everyone looked down for the person who jumped out a window. No one thought to look up. She just hoped it didn’t come to that as she carefully swept the rooms for their goal.
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Somra spotted Akhmad, it seemed he had cleared the rest of the rooms on that floor. He motioned her along and she followed wordlessly, the two creeping quickly through the house like two shadows. It was eerie how quiet the two of them were, almost as if they weren’t truly there in the first place. Somra had to admit, she admired Akhmad’s skills. She had thought herself unique in her abilities, but when it came to climbing and sneaking, he matched her. At least she still had her uses in her small size and her ability to fit into spaces that didn’t seem possible even for her.
The two found Zai on the last floor of the house, and Akhmad signalled for them to all split up again. She gave a quick nod, and without another seconds thought, she slipped away into a hallway at the South end of the building, her intention to search any rooms she found there. She was starting to think that the information was wrong, that the group was risking being caught for absolutely no reason.
Surely they should have found the thing by now if it was here?
Perhaps it just so happened to be in one of the rooms they had yet to search, but the more she searched, the less belief she held in this plan. The longer they were there, the more likely it was that something would go wrong. Her mouth felt a little dry as the panic started to set in the slightest bit. She didn’t allow it to cloud her mind just yet, they needed to find this thing or they needed to get the hell out of here.
How long would it be before someone would notice one of them? Or notice the guards were missing? Someone was bound to see something out of the ordinary, and then they would be figured out and it would be up to them to get out. Safely and unseen.
As such, Somra made sure to note an alternate exit to any of the rooms she entered. Luckily for her, they all seemed to have windows. Easy enough to climb out, and she would climb up if she had to escape out a window. Everyone looked down for the person who jumped out a window. No one thought to look up. She just hoped it didn’t come to that as she carefully swept the rooms for their goal.
Somra spotted Akhmad, it seemed he had cleared the rest of the rooms on that floor. He motioned her along and she followed wordlessly, the two creeping quickly through the house like two shadows. It was eerie how quiet the two of them were, almost as if they weren’t truly there in the first place. Somra had to admit, she admired Akhmad’s skills. She had thought herself unique in her abilities, but when it came to climbing and sneaking, he matched her. At least she still had her uses in her small size and her ability to fit into spaces that didn’t seem possible even for her.
The two found Zai on the last floor of the house, and Akhmad signalled for them to all split up again. She gave a quick nod, and without another seconds thought, she slipped away into a hallway at the South end of the building, her intention to search any rooms she found there. She was starting to think that the information was wrong, that the group was risking being caught for absolutely no reason.
Surely they should have found the thing by now if it was here?
Perhaps it just so happened to be in one of the rooms they had yet to search, but the more she searched, the less belief she held in this plan. The longer they were there, the more likely it was that something would go wrong. Her mouth felt a little dry as the panic started to set in the slightest bit. She didn’t allow it to cloud her mind just yet, they needed to find this thing or they needed to get the hell out of here.
How long would it be before someone would notice one of them? Or notice the guards were missing? Someone was bound to see something out of the ordinary, and then they would be figured out and it would be up to them to get out. Safely and unseen.
As such, Somra made sure to note an alternate exit to any of the rooms she entered. Luckily for her, they all seemed to have windows. Easy enough to climb out, and she would climb up if she had to escape out a window. Everyone looked down for the person who jumped out a window. No one thought to look up. She just hoped it didn’t come to that as she carefully swept the rooms for their goal.