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| Author: | Saaron |
| Summary: | Ekorenine Spellbond and Zath Tyrrell meet to discuss having a Kirin Tor mage on board with the Warlock Ethics Bureau. |
| Rating: | T for Teen |
After a discussion with Avrenne, Ekorenine invited the Captain Tyrrell to her home, due to an interest in joining his organization. The choice of location was all for her convenience, of course. Florendine, the Spellbond family's butler, welcomes Tyrrell in and leads him to the manor's garden, where the lady of the house is sitting at a table, under the sun. She's wearing a purple and silver dress with a Kirin Tor tabard, as it seemed relevant for the opportunity. On the table are two porcelain cups, and a matching kettle, with tea waiting to be served. "Madam, your guest, Captain Zath Tyrrell of the 7th Legion, has arrived," Florendine announces.
"Lady Spellbond," says a cool, velvety voice. "A pleasure to finally officially make your acquaintance." From the sound of it, he bowed at the end of that last sentence, and then his footsteps approach the tea table.
Ekorenine looks in the general direction of the voice and its footsteps, hopefully not looking too high or too low. "The pleasure is mutual, Lord Tyrrell!" Her voice sounds sincere. "Please, sit." Florendine approaches and pours the tea into the cups, before going to stand a little further in the garden, leaving the two some privacy. "I am delighted you came, I have a particular interest in your organization…" Eko pauses. "As you may have heard!"
"And I'm deeply honored. I heard your name now and again when I was studying in Dalaran, but as I never made it to the ranks of the Kirin Tor, I never had the opportunity to become a colleague of yours. Until now that is, perhaps?" He reaches for a cup of tea and takes a sip, then makes an approving noise at the quality. "First, may I inquire as to your health and well-being? You have suffered a great deal as of late, and I do not wish to overtax you. But I also know that you are a formidable woman and not to be coddled."
"Well, you are either misinformed or a flatterer," she answers, chuckling, a playfulness in her voice. "I am not that formidable, and truth be told, I fancy myself being coddled more often than not." She carefully puts a hand on the handle of the teacup, and brings it to her face. "I am fine, and slowly getting adjusted to… all these changes."
"I believe it is Sir Elohad who gave me such an impression," Tyrell says slyly. "I believe he is quite terrified of you." He gives Eko a moment to have some tea, and then asks politely, "Were you told precisely what it is that I seek?"
"I am rather protective, he simply caught me on a bad day," Eko smiles. "Not precisely, no, which is why I am overjoyed to have you today to tell me all about how I may be of assistance."
"Excellent." He takes another sip of his tea, then sets the cup down and laces his fingers together on the table. "As you know, In the wake of the assassination of Lord Wishock by Rahil Varadnev, I have recently founded a sort of trade guild for warlocks, known as the Warlock Ethics Bureau, to help prevent such a tragedy from occuring again. I believe warlocks to have practiced too much in isolation, with only other warlocks for advice and counsel, and that has made them prey to a kind of paranoia and cultish thinking that I, mixing with others in the 7th Legion, did not experience. So I have been looking for someone well versed in the arcane who could meet with my members and give them a different perspective on magic from time to time."
Ekorenine nods calmly, listening intently. She takes a sip of tea, then sets the cup back on the table. "Wonderful. I'm in."
Zath lets out a soft, surprised laugh. "Well. I am not accustomed to things in my life being so easy. Do you have questions for me?"
"I am growing tired of political games, now more than ever, dear. What you are suggesting will foster more competent and better-informed warlocks for Azeroth, open arcane magic to a wider public, which might help redirect some towards a path they feel more confident in, and improve public opinion of warlocks, like my son. I have no reasons to discuss conditions, pay, or to begin playing hard to get," Ekorenine smiles. "I know a few among my colleagues who might disagree with my decision to help, but to hell with these stucky Kirin Tor mages, I say. As I stated, I am not playing these games any longer." She rests her back against the chair, her face towards the sky. "As for questions… When shall I begin?"
There is a moment's silence as Tyrrell digests her words; she can hear him sipping his tea again. When he speaks, she can hear a slight smile in his voice. "I hope to have an organized agenda for you by the end of this month. I shall deliver a schedule for you of proposed topics and will make certain the WEB members are prepared to ask intelligent questions. Do you have a preferred meeting place? As much as possible I do like to get our warlock students out of that basement."
"Wonderful," she says, lowering her gaze once more, and carefully picking the teacup again. "I am looking forward to our collaboration, dear." She drinks once more, enjoying the aroma. "As for a meeting place… I can welcome a few students in my family's study - the highest room in the manor, tower-like, very mage-y - but that will depend on the number of students I shall expect."
"What would be the maximum number you could accommodate there comfortably?" She can hear the sound of pages turning softly, possibly in a journal of some kind, to judge by the scratching of a pen nib on the paper a moment later.
"Around a dozen, I reckon, if the students are more or less comfortable with physical proximity," she says, considering the question, visualizing the size of the room in her mind. She tilts her head, smiling, wrinkles gathering around the corners of her eyes. "Has to be better than a dreadful basement, in any case."
"For certain," he agrees. "Very well then, I shall cap attendence at a dozen, and we can always increase the frequency of classes if that starts to present a problem." He makes a few more notes in his journal with a scritch-scratch of his pen, and then takes another sip of tea. "If it isn't too invasive a question, might I inquire after your son's well-being?"
Ekorenine's nosy eyes reflexively move towards the scritch-scratch sound. Hm. "He is currently resting. Our physician is optimistic, but what he went through, it leaves… scars," she says, for a lack of a better metaphor. "and scars only heal if the body has the energy to do so. We are hopeful he will be able to go back to a regular life in a few months. Perhaps not… adventuring regular life, but…" she drifts off, shaking her head.
"If there is anything I can do to be of assistance, please let me know. But most likely what he needs now is to be surrounded by those closest to him, those he cares for. He will be in my thoughts nonetheless."
"Thank you, Lord Tyrrell," she says, her warm, everlasting smile on her lips. "He is close to those he loves, I am making sure of that." The smile then turns a little more playful once again. "I will let him know he is in the thoughts of a Captain from the 7th Legion such as yourself. A little boost to the ego never hurts, hm?"
"If you believe that would be meaningful to him, by all means let him know. If I can help even that much I will be very pleased."