Snippet #2501455

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The messenger took the letter before walking back to the elevator, and being pulled back up. The soldiers waved as the messenger went, then continuing their conversations, sharing stories as they waited for the next order or message. It didn't take long for the messenger to come back down, and with him two other lifts were let down. He spoke to the soldiers, which entered two of them. The letter was immediately given to the same man as before, this time it was all in Shadonian.

"If you wish to speak with me, go into the third lift, with a maximum of three other persons - since I know not what you carry, more could be prove too much for our lifts to carry. If this agreement displeases you, shake your head at the messenger, and the lifts will go on without you, then you will be allowed to leave."

The messenger walked into the third lift, the one which would also be mean for a small party if they accepted. The soldiers had not yet closed the doors of their own lifts, waiting for the reaction of the party. Just in case the strangers tried anything funny.

At the top of the wall, waited Te'Zhar, and at his side, Isidora - and of course several guards. Te'Zhar was a medium height, calm, composed, young-looking man of lean build. Brown in hair, and eye of blue hue. Like always, was holding a book near his chest, and his eyes scanning it; the one he was reading was a small pocket book - he always had three in case of these situations. In his other had, he had a staff slight bigger than him, well it was more like a scythe, having four blades on the end. But in truth, he wasn't a very proficient fighter, prefering to stick to his book. He had a neutral, or maybe even bored look. Dressed finely in a grey-ish robe, made from excellent thread. One his shoulder resting a similar colored cloak. Both on the cloak, and on a chest pin, was the crest of his guild. A crow with an omega behind it. The omega in gold, and the crow being pitch-black.

Isidora, on the other hand, was excited as always. She could never stay still! Performing slight hops from side-to-side. She was also lean in build, but her eyes seemed unlike her sibling's. Her eyes were also blue in color, but they had a different look. Not a look of disinterest, like Te'Zhar, but instead of bubbly excitement! Pink of hair, and slightly shorter - and also younger - than her brother. She was dressed in fine leather armor. A long cloak emerged from her shoulders, as well. It was brown in color, and held the same symbol as Te'Zhar's. She had a military issued knife strapped to her leg, just like every other soldier. But both her long sword and short sword were of much better quality, a quality only fitting for such an excellent duelist.

"So. Te'Zhar, why couldn't I go down with them?"
"Dangerous."
"Sooooo? I'm sure I could kill a dozen in one swoop!"
"No hostile activity."
"Sooooo?"
"No need for violence."
"Well. Yeah! But still... you're no fun."
"Second heir to the guild, and important tactician."
"WHAAAT!? You really think so!?"
Te'Zhar nodded nonchalanty, this was followed by a rather tight hug from his sister, to which he only reacted with a pat on her head.