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Trifect Quaizon

"Allow me to guide you. I have nothing but The Kingdom's best interest at Heart."

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a character in “Thorns Within the Rose”, as played by Magix

Description

Name:

Trifect Quaizon

Gender:

Male

Age:

Unknown

Appearance:

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Personality

Trifect always seems to have an okay, albeit mysterious, demeanor. You can never really tell what he's thinking, though because he'd been around as long as anyone can remember, he's generally well trusted. He never seems to abuse his power, and only tries his hand at dark arts in his spare time. He will sometimes preach about dark magic being misunderstood, and not as dangerous as people would believe, as long as you know what you're doing with it. In the hands of an amateur, any magic would be dangerous.

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Skills:

- He has little skills with Melee fighting, and sometimes carries a crossbow just for mild protection. His body physically is usually weak, but that's because his magic is strong.

- Necromancy, sometimes requiring a blood sacrifice to perform.

- He is quite adept in all sorts of dark magic, or forbidden magic as some would call it, though no one ever witnesses him utilizing or specializing in any part of it. Though it rarely seems to come to any fruition, he is often on his own using some sort of dark magic to better the kingdom.

History

Little is actually known about Trifect's history. He never talks about it, so people generally stop asking. He has no living family, and shows little interest in more then his job.

So begins...

Trifect Quaizon's Story

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Darkness. It's a term that can be used to describe many different things. The night sky, the void called space that reach far past the sky's border, some even use it to describe a person's heart or soul. Of course Magic is no different. Dark, forbidden, evil, no matter how you wanted to describe it there were 2 vastly different practices with magic. "Good" magic was the typical magic most people practiced. Anywhere from the ability to heal someone to shooting a fireball from your hands would be considered "good" magic. "Evil" magic on the other hand, was much darker. It was fear that drove people to refer to it as Evil. Fear of the unknowing, fear of the sacrifice, fear of the raw power.'

Trifect, the Kingdom's beloved Chancellor, was quite adept in the dark arts, though to just about everyone he was rather weak in it. A political figure that always made decisions that was for the benefit of the kingdom. Not much more, surely no less. He may not have been loved by all, but it wasn't love he looked for. Respect was all he required and demanded, something he would return to everyone as well. If someone liked him, great. If not, he lost no sleep over it.

Hidden inside the castle, a room as secret as the one that once caged Alaizabel, was where Trifect practiced his various skills. It was a rather large room, sealed by his own magic so only the most select few could actually find and enter it. Bodies layed out on tables, being kept alive by some sort of mixture of medication and magic. It wasn't easy to tell how long they've been there for. In a pile, also sealed by magic, layed the parts of various animals. Failed experiments mostly. Some were used to try and transplant their body parts onto humans, others were attempts at Chimera like creatures that ended in failure. All in all, it was a rather evil looking place. It fit him fine, however others may be disturbed by the scene.

There was one special task he was working on, and had been for as long as he could remember. Something that would return the kingdom to much better days. Days that passed long ago. He'd been working on it for longer then he could count, with no luck in all that time. At least not until certain events recently took place. A darkness has been released once more upon the castle, and the world. A darkness that filled the air with nostalgia for Trifect. The shadows were teeming with excitement, their master returned once more. "Do you know how long I've awaited this day? It's been far too long..."

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The shadows unraveled around her body as Alaizabel materialised within the dark walls of the Chancellor's chamber, her black eyes once again returning to white as she surveyed her surroundings.
It had been a long time since she had been here but nothing had changed... surprisingly so, even the castle seemed to have a different air to it but this place... not so much as a crack in the wall had changed.
Still the scent of the shadows twisting and writhing within the darkened corners, almost stretching out to greet her like old friends or faithful pets.
Still the delightfully grotesque sight of the humans, stretched out and alive but mutilated horrible while surrounded by the limbs and organs of various creatures.
Still the ever so faint hissing sound of magic in the air, dark and evil like magic should always be.
And still the same shape of the chancellor himself, seeming to have aged barely a day since she had last layed eyes upon the man.
Loyal to the crown in name alone... In heart, loyal to the darkness.... She thought to herself, smiling as she gazed upon the familiar figure.
There was barely a sound made as she drifted across the room to stand behind Trifect, stretching a pale slender hand out to touch his cheek gently. Yes, he truly had not changed in all these years, even his voice was exactly the same.
"Too long indeed my dearest friend..." The demon murmured, leaning in close to whisper into his ear "I was beginning to think you had forgotton me."
She suddenly hissed in pain, pulling away from him and leaning a hand on the wall to steady herself.
"Unfortunately I seem to have awoken prematurely... my powers are not completely restored."
Her eyes slid back to Trifect, filled with an expression of innocent longing that any mere human could, and would, percieve as no more of a threat than a child.
But the Chancellor knew her better.
"I need a heart."

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The darkness so strong that you could feel it in a room, taste it, smell it. Times were only like that when Alaizabel was around. In truth, that feeling used to scare the hell out of Trifect when he was younger. Although it was a fear of the raw power she held, rather then of the darkness itself. He’d grown accustom to it many years ago however. He longed for it once again, and now she had finally returned. He was stronger then he used to be, although he still cursed himself for not finding a way to release Alaizabel sooner.

“Forgotten about you? There hasn’t been a day that goes by that I haven’t missed your presence inside these walls. The Kingdom has gotten weak. The royals that banded together to seal you away all those years ago... their countless offspring getting weaker and more fool hearted each time. The kingdom was left with spoiled children, easy to be taken... I’ve tried to release you for... how long has it been now.... 500 years? While I’m grateful the takeover weakened your prison, It’s my deepest regret that you will not be able to exact your true revenge on those that deserve it most.”

Trifect didn’t say another word for a while. Instead he walked over to a wall, covered in shelves, which were in turn covered in potions and all sorts of grotesque things needed for dark magic. Grabbing a few specific potions he brought them over to a sort of cauldron, mixing a few drops quite precisely, before returning them to their original places. Once returned to the cauldron a few drops of his own blood went in, instantly combusting everything inside of the cauldron. “I have many people here, though I doubt any of their wretched hearts are worth of you. Tell me who’s heart you desire, and I will aid you the best I can as always.”

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Alaizabel eyed the Chancellor as he spoke.
It was strange, this man who still acted like the most loyal of servants would speak of his own kind like... well, like a demon would. The manner in which he spoke of the royal line, how he condemned them as weak humans, was very much how she herself viewed them. There was something about that which had always fascinated her about Trifect, that little spark that made him a worthy human... worth far more than any royal.
"500 years? Has it been that long?" The demon was surprised at that, though she'd had no sense of time or space within her glass prison she had thought that the human race might evolve a tiny bit in such a long time. Yet by the things she had sensed, things had gone backwards.
Foolish creatures... they deserve nothing but suffering...
She raised an eyebrow at the bound humans.
"If I were in a more amiable state of health then I would take them without hesitation... however I need something more nourishing if I am to completely replenish my powers and continue what I started. I need something... young, innocent... female preferably. But not either of the Princesses I sensed in this castle... I wish to savour the pleasure of tearing them slowly and painfully until they beg for death."
Suddenly Alaizabel gave a slight giggle, sounding like a young girl as she watched Trifect.
"It is quite delightful to see how far you have progressed in the dark arts my dear Trifect, if I am not careful you will surpass me." Her voice was playful and friendly, her gaze almost tender like a tutor with an intelligent student. "Had you been among my kind you would be fit for king... but humans always struggled to appreciate the powers of darkness."

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Rain clouds almost as black as night quickly covered the skies outside of the castle. The effect of the spell he had just cast. The sounds of thunder roared through the skies, rain poured down to the ground at an almost alarming rate, followed by lightning that would soon be on the borderline of a very dangerous level. Temperamental weather wasn't common, but it wasn't exactly that far fetched for the area, so magic wouldn't be the first thought at the cause of it. Besides it made a hell of an omen, and Trifect did always love those classic omens.

Had it been 500 years? That was his best guess, although after the first few hundred it got kind of difficult to keep track of. "I had a feeling they would not suffice. They can't even seem to make very good dummies for my experiments. Your kin have such power, yet those I am unfortunate enough to share a race with, can't seem to handle a few animal parts that would make them stronger. You honor me with your words, however I could never even come close to you or anyone worthy of becoming your king. I am your servant, forever faithful. Had I been stronger in the past I would have stopped them from ever sealing you in the first place. I swear on my life that it will never happen again. One thing I've learned quite well is to appreciate the darkness, and just look what that appreciation has done for me. It's not only granted me power beyond my imagination, but it granted me the chance to once again serve you."

Trifect looked away from the room, heading towards the door. Others would be foolish to turn their back on Alaizabel, however he knew her well. She wouldn't hurt him. At least not while he was still of use and loyal to her. "I believe I know of a girl. She's a servant of the current Heir to the throne. I haven't had much contact with her, since to be honest her personality makes me a little sick. However I have always been up to my same old tasks of keeping tabs on everyone close. I knew you would return one day, and that information couldn't hurt. She's quite the pure soul, at least from what I've found out about her. More fitting of your desires then the princesses. Do you have the strength to stay hidden in the shadows to come with me, or should we disguise you? Perhaps as a lady of the church." He smiled a little at the thought of that.

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Alaizabel sighed slightly.
He was correct about the humans, they were not adaptable enough to make themselves stronger. The only thing they were useful for was nourishment, feeding on the emotions that they held in such high regard.
A flicker of annoyance flashed across her eyes at the way he was speaking.
"The darkness can get you further than this my dear Trifect, never be content with what you have if you can get more. Once I've dealt with my matters here your instruction will resume... and I will teach you how to reach the deepest magics in this world." Alaizabel said to him, smiling as she watched her little project. Still he had no idea of her intentions for him and until the time came he would not need to know. As long as he remained loyal and willing to learn that's all she needed from the chancellor.
The servant sounded absolutely pefect, such purity would certainly be a welcome relief to her powers. It would also be a good way to see if she still had her old tricks of deception from all those years ago... there was something satisfactory of seeing the delight in some humans eyes turn into horror when she revealed her intentions.
She raised an eyebrow at the idea of dressing as a lady of the church.
"Don't tell me you still have that religion thing?" Alaizabel gave a fake shudder, the belief system had always been one of the worst things humanity had ever created. "Disguises will not be necessary. Besides, as you will learn in time, you don't need power if you are one with the shadows..."
Stretching an arm out towards the shadows along the walls, she smiled as tendrils of blackness wove around her arms obediantly, like some kind of pet.
"Show me the girl, make sure I can be completely alone with her and then... I'll take care of the rest."

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Trifect didn’t say anything at first. Instead he just walked to a corner that had various canes in it. Selecting a silver cane with a golden handle he smiled. A gift from one of the royals for helping make sure that Alaizabel would never escape. It was true, when he found out about the plan to seal her, he “helped” them. At least it would have been a help had he not try to warn her and mixed some of his own dark magic in with their light magic. Yet even in doing so, he still was unable to awaken her for near 500 years. Pitiful. It wasn’t long after that, that he started putting on a limp. The lie about why changed over the years, yet eventually they just stopped asking. He did put the cane he was awarded away, for the day that she would awaken. He knew it would happen, and using their thank you gift when he really screwed them over, just seemed to have some sort of poetic justice to Trifect.

Trifect always generally walked with a limp, to sell the story of his own physical weakness. All a ploy of course, as he never once had a real limp in his lifetime. “When have you ever known me to be content with what I have, my liege? I wish to become strong and aid you in eradicating the weak. Some of my own kind may call it giving up my humanity... if only such a thing existed...” Trifect looked over as the shadows wrapped around Alaizabel. “They have more then one nowadays. It sickens me, and to be honest dressing a demon, whom they still look at as evil, up as a church goer, well that just sounds perfect to me.”

Trifect walked over to the door, and opened it. “I long to learn that lesson. As you wish, my liege. I will find the girl.” Walking through the door, he was transported instantly to a high tower that was used for his own personal library. It had grown into quite a vast collection over the years, though roughly half of them were really tomes for dark magic. He learned early on how to hide those. Any he didn’t wish to see what he was reading, simply would seem like he was reading any book. The one he was pretending to read now, was one he had read dozens of times. It would allow him to completely sell the lie, had the need ever arisen, not that it ever had in the past. Although this was at least the real book. He would need to think of an excuse to get the girl somewhere by herself. Well, he’d think of something. He was quiet good with thinking on his feet, especially when he was trying to impress Alaizabel.

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Alaizabel smiled at his comment.
"Giving up your humanity... what a delightful idea." She murmured, giggling at the thought of tearing every last slither of emotion from inside their pathetic souls, making them empty and lifeless... how beautiful a sight that would be.
She watched him transport, following him through the shadows and gazing upon the collection of books.
That was one thing she admired about humans, in fact the only thing she admired. One thing they were good at was collecting knowledge, with her kind the gifts were passed down through the generations through inheritance and training, they had no need to contain their knowledge nor allow any other creatures to know it... part of what made them so dangerous was that nobody knew exactly what they could do. So for some humans to learn some of the greatest secrets passed down for years between demons just through studying a book? It was not only unimaginable, it was impressive. Even slightly menacing.
It wasn't often humans could be considered a threat.
Something suddenly clicked in the back of her mind and Alaizabel turned to the door. Without looking at him, she spoke to Trifect.
"Use the shadows to contact me when the girl is ready, there is something I need to check on first. And Trifect... watch where you use your powers. I don't know if you've realised but there is another demon in this castle and while I am not fully recovered she could be a threat." Her eyes slide back to the Chancellor, now pitch black with her shadow magic. "You are my most powerful weapon at the moment, I don't intend to lose you because of a slip up."
She spoke with the same gentle and sweet tone as before but now there was a hint of danger to it that only he would be able to detect.
Trifect knew the trouble that could be caused with a demon around, Alaizabel had ensured that 500 years ago, so she didn't expect him to make any mistakes but with another demon here she couldn't take risks.
With that, she vanished into the shadows, deciding to track down this other demon and find out how much of a threat she could be.

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Trifect stood silently as Alaizabel spoke. “I know of her. My information networks have gotten better with time, and they were already good back then. There’s not many things that happen in this castle that my magic does not inform me of. I may not be one with the darkness yet, but I am a servant of it, which as you know awards certain perks. I keep tabs on things, and do it discreetly. I take pride in my discretion. Of course some weak light magic to sell myself as but the simple and fairly weak chancellor, doesn’t hurt either. I will ensure that I am not discovered. I haven’t waited this long to slip up now, my liege.” Trifect knew of the danger, and didn’t take it lightly. She would know that, since he rarely took anything even remotely important, lightly.

“You should also be careful. You are not yet back at your full strength. If you need assistance then all you should do is call. I will be there as quick as I can be, even if I must break my guise for it.” After Alaizabel was gone Trifect just began down the halls. He could hear the beginning of the storm rage outside. How sweet a sound. The servant girl seemed to be busy though, as his magic had told him. Well there wasn’t a need to be too hasty. After all, he didn’t want to cause unneeded attention. Instead he just walked around the halls. Never really could tell what he’d find. Maybe who, but not what. His magic wasn’t really very specific.

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Trifect had been wandering the halls, observing and listening. Ms. Selnie had her baby, eh? He should have guessed the servant girl would have been there for that. Naturally he figured that she'd go straight to the kingdom's illustrious heir after that. She seemed to have an overwhelming need to serve that girl, one need that the heir didn't seem to mind exploiting. Word had it the heir was in the dining hall, with a rather interesting guest. The lord had kept much of the staff of as he did with Trifect, so he was well informed as to who the guest was. It really didn't bother him much, as he saw it as a waste of resources to lock him up in the first place. He had better things in mind for the prisoner, but alas the royals did whatever they wanted back then, listening to his advice very little. They really were disrespectful curs, and got what was coming to them, though he had hoped for a more painful end for the dear royal family. Then again with some of princesses and princes still alive, maybe hope wasn't lost yet.

Trifect headed straight for the dining hall, missing Paige in the hallways by just a few moments. Things would have been easier had he been able to intercept her in the halls, but it was of little consequence in the grand scheme of things. He heard the heir invite the servant girl to eat with her and the thief. Quite an odd gesture, one that could have gotten Paige severely punished, but again that was if anyone that actually cared wanted to punish her. The Lord was wrapped around the heir's finger with that kind of stuff, so she was relatively safe as long as Aethyra chose to protect her. The more interesting thing he found about the room was the hidden presence inside. What exactly was Alaizabel doing? Well in the end it didn't really matter, he could sense the presence of no other demon inside.

Before Paige had the ability to respond to the offer, Trifect made his own presence known. Of course once entering the room, he got the strong scent of darkness from both Alain and Aethyra. It was a familiar darkness, had they been down to the cursed chamber where Alaizabel had been trapped for so long? They must not have found much to be eating calmly here. He didn't make mention of the darkness' scent, as to smell it you really had to be quite in tune with dark magic, and anyone that was that in tune with dark magic, could hide the smell of it easy. "Quite the interesting meal we have today, isn't it? The Heir to one of the greatest kingdoms to ever live, a rogue whose talents were wasted and locked away even if it was apparently futile to try and do so, and the ever loyal servant girl. It almost sounds like the start of a bad joke, if you think about it." Trifect slammed his book shut, and looked at Paige for a moment. "I believe our lady heir requested you eat with them. Do you need to take so long to decide if this is the request you refuse her? Seems like quite an odd choice to me."

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"Yes, I have an important matter to discuss with you. But first, why not break tradition and eat with us? I already break my fast with a man escaped from the dungeons, so let us create more of a stir!" Parthenia couldn't help but laugh slightly and nod her head. She knew how dearly Aethyra wished to be just about anything but Princess and supported her spontaneuos acts. At least, as her friend. "As you wish, my Lady." Parthenia smiled, then straighted up, looking stiff but unable to hide the familiar and friendly twinkle in her blue eyes. "Of course, as your maid I completely disapprove, and furthermore I would discourage you from committing these acts again." she said in falsely stern voice which she only used playfully, a frown barely maintained on her lips.

Then her poker face broke and Parthenia smiled kindly, all the fake seriousness gone from her once again as Aethyra introduced her. "This is Parthenia, my closest and most trusted servant. We have been together for years, since I was small, and she is a close companion to me." Paige was flattered by the title and description Aethyra gave to her and curtisied to the man, greeting him with a small, "How do you do?" before Aethyra went on. "This is Alain. He was imprisoned for stealing a small bag of coin from the treasury, and had just escaped when I happened to meet him in the dungeon." "Imprisoned is a bit of a harsh word, do you not think? I would rather say inconveniently detained, but even this implies I could not leave at my leisure."

Parthenia laughed again, softly. She enjoyed this relaxed atmosphere and knew quite well that this type of comfort and companionship was one of the things Aethrya desired, while she liked to admit it or not. Although she hadn't seemed to escape the preening and dress up before coming. Reguardless, Paige was glad to be here, as she was always glad to be of use or even a pleasant presense. "Well, it is a pleasure meeting you Master Alain and it would be an honor to eat with both of you." Taking a tentive seat, she could see she was not the only one hungry as Alain had already been reseated and now eyed the food ravenously. "What is the important matter, or would you care to discuss it at a later time and place?"

She had barely finished speaking when another presense was made known. "Quite the interesting meal we have today, isn't it? The Heir to one of the greatest kingdoms to ever live, a rogue whose talents were wasted and locked away even if it was apparently futile to try and do so, and the ever loyal servant girl. It almost sounds like the start of a bad joke, if you think about it." Parthenia jumped, startled by the sudden intrusion and nearly fell over in the chair as she made her way to her feet. The man who Paige recognized as the king's advisor, slammed his book shut, and looked directly at Paige for a moment. She was frozen, though could not explain why. "I believe our lady heir requested you eat with them. Do you need to take so long to decide if this is the request you refuse her? Seems like quite an odd choice to me."

"I-I apologize. You are completely right Master Trifect. I did not mean to be so dimwitted and slow. I beg yours and Mistress Aethyra's forgiveness." Parthenia said quickly. She knew this was a man of great power and had no desire to offend him. Really she didn't want to offend anyone, but especially not this man. She always got a strange chill when he was near and try as she did to be light hearted, he always struck a tune of fear in her soul. It was almost like... well, Paige wouldn't ever bring herself to say it outloud. Quickly she took a seat and became very quiet, looking down at her hands, her knuckles white.

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Aethyra's skin crawled as soon as Trifect entered the room. She had never enjoyed the man, he always seemed to view her and her family with a gluttonous gleam in his eye. He was close to her Lord, though, and she tried to be respectful. If she did not leave, he would be advising her one day, of course.

"Parthenia may decide at her leisure, Trifect." Putting on a cold smile, she bowed her head to him, an improper gesture to be sure. Women were to curtsy, never to bow, particularly the heir to a kingdom. "A bad joke indeed. Do tell it, I would enjoy to laugh today. It's been entirely too...what word will I use? Demonic." Her eyes twinkled mischievously for a moment, then returned to her usual stone gaze. "The greatest kingdom is by far a stretch, and I'm sure you know that, being the advisor and all. Will you give me no greeting, then? Am I not deserving of one?"

She manuevered herself between him and her guests, her stance protective, gaze steady. The Lord rarely listened to Trifect, which was a definite sore spot for him, that such a "high ranking title" such as himself was ignored. "In fact, could you do me a kindness, Trifect? I believe it is about time for my sister Setia to be awakening and wandering through the halls. Could you find her for me? Bring her here to me? You know how I do adore my lovely sister." Her tone was challenging, daring him to scold her, refuse her, say something dark against her. She would not call for the guards, no, but she had been waiting for years to give him a smack.

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Alain watched this newcomer come to the hall, a feeling of unease coming off the man. Alain couldn't quite place it, but there was definitely something odd about him. More paranoia, perhaps, but he also had the feeling he knew the man. After rubbing his chin for a moment, he knew where from, he recognized the name, and it all made sense. The unease, this man... "Trifect...You used to work for the old keepers of the castle. No amount of false pretenses will hide the fact that you had a hand in locking me up, though just as you seem to already know given your sugar coated words. What is to stop me from ending your life right now." He asked angrily, taking to his feet and stepping from behind Aethyra, his hand going to his knife belt and unsheathing a throwing knife. It had better be a damn nice explanation, otherwise this man would find a blade embedded in his skull. He wondered vaguely what the sentence was for killing the royal adviser.

He stopped for a moment to look at Paige, before scoffing, "Knock it off with the 'master' shit. I am nobody's master, just as nobody is mine. You gotta think for yourself, kid, or you are going to die with more regrets than you can count on those hands of yours." Masters, slaves, it was all a bunch of stupid bullshit. People born to power without having to work for it. It was annoying. He had met more kings and queens that he could talk the money out of their pockets if he so chose. Sick, frail, weak, cowardly, corrupt, it all spun around in a circle, and the honest, working man got screwed because of it. He was honestly glad he wasn't part of that cycle, nor was he the honest, working man. He'd rather fight for his money and bread than be throw crumbs like some beast on a leash, "You are a dog on a leash, girl. Open your eyes, most of the people you work under could not care one bit about you. You are disposable. You and every other servant in this castle, and every other castle out there. The sooner you learn that, the better off you will be." He turned his gaze back on Trifect to wait for the man's answer.

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Trifect could only sigh at Paige’s reaction. Had the girl never even heard of a joke before? Perhaps it was a more cruel one playing on the girl’s insecurities, but a joke by his standards nonetheless. “Do not beg forgiveness, it is unbecoming of anyone. I only jest, we are all friends here more or less, are we not?” At first he didn’t say anything to Aethyra. After all he had no intention of leaving to go fetch her sister like some kind of dog. Instead he took his time, noticing Alain study him over, clearly recognizing him. It wouldn’t take long for the man to realize who he was, and he wouldn’t have been so interesting to Trifect when they locked him up, had he taken much longer then he did to figure things out. After all, an impressive and bold young thief like Alain was, was more of a rare thing then one may realize.

With a snap of his fingers, a servant was there to fulfill any demand he made, naturally within reason. “Her highness wishes for her sister, Setia. Please retrieve her and bring her here.” As quick as the servant came, he was gone to find the princess. Trifect still said nothing to Aethyra, and instead poured himself a glass of wine, followed by pulling a seat out for himself. “You complain I have not given you a greeting, yet you’ve not offered me one either. I could ask you the same questions, but it would be quite the useless notion, would it not?You have made your voice heard on the matter, but you really don’t need to pretend with me that you really wanted one. In fact I’m not even sold that my very presence here is wanted, however when you’ve done the job as long as I have, you get used to that feeling. Oh and you’ll have to forgive me, I don’t know many jokes. Though describing the day as demonic, begs the question on what you’ve been up to.”

Finally Alain had put everything together, although he may have just been waiting his turn to speak as well. Trifect didn’t interrupt the man, even when he scolded Paige for her behavior. Perhaps it was words she needed to hear, though it was most likely words that would at least set her uneasy for a bit, making it easier for Alaziabel to get to her more harshly later. “I will not pretend that I knew nothing of your being locked up, in fact I had full knowledge of it. I also knew you were down there, since the day it happened. Of course you do have certain facts mixed up. I never wanted you locked up, I would have much rather employed someone with your unique talents. It’s not often that we see someone with the balls or talent to break into a castle to rip it off. That kind of thing would be quite useful for a man of my stature. After all it’s my duty to know whatever information I can, and someone that could very well blend in as a spy as I’m sure you are capable, well it would be just the person I would love to hire. Alas, the old keepers, as you put it, saw fit to lock you up, leaving us both quite unhappy. Although I must say, I am surprised you hadn’t broken out much sooner then this, let alone allowed yourself to be caught.”


Trifect placed the cane in his hands, through one of the arms of his chair. Then he picked up an apple, from the basket in the middle of the table, and sat in the very same chair. A cup of wine in one hand, the apple in the other and a Thief that could quite possibly want to end his life any minute. To be honest it really wasn’t that out of the normal, seeing as he didn’t get along with many people. “I don’t believe you will kill me now, I believe Alain was your name, correct? Why don’t I think you’ll kill me? A simple reason. It’s too much of a hassle for you. Having to deal with the fallout from it, poor Paige right here will likely be the one to clean up the mess, need I go on? Plus you are a man of opportunity, yes? I would still like to employ you for jobs that would make use of your talents. All you would have to do is name your price.” After he had finished his quite long winded statement, he took a sip of wine, and a bite of the apple. He wasn’t too worried for his life at this point. He’s been up against much scarier things before.

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Alaizabel had been enjoying how distracted the two of them were by her little 'messages'.
The rogue. He was more receptive at first, she could almost see the cogs in his head turning at the ideas she had planted inside of there. It didn't take much to turn his head... that would be useful.
The princess herself was a little more scepticle, the connection made between her and the darkness was too thin at the moment but she was still drawn to the idea. Once her power was back, Alaizabel would be able to exploit this completely and enjoy her revenge.
She was about to send another little message to the man (Alain had he been called?) when a sudden overwhelming sense nearly broke her concentration.
It was... pure. Pure innocence!
Her eyes slid over to the servant who had come in... how was this possible? In all her time she had never come across a human that could hold such purity, it had to be more than just her. And this had to be the girl that Trifect had mentioned, she could see why he had suggested her as a way to recover. She really would be a powerful source of nourishment.
Speak of the devil, the man himself walked in.
It was rather amusing seeing how the princess spoke to him, if only she knew what her dear Chancellor was capable of. But she could not waste anymore time, she needed Parthenia's heart.
There are shadows all over this castle... show me where Parthenia has been.
For a moment she took in the scenes that the shadow showed her before picking out the details she needed.
Alaizabel gritted her teeth, pulling every ounce of magic from her body so that she could pull off this trick. Releasing a deep breath, she stepped into the empty corridor outside, her appearance now exactly like one of the other servants that had been present at the birth.
"Showtime." She murmured, knowing the girl wouldn't resist this trick.
In the servant disguise, she rushed into the room, nearly bumping into Trifect as she hastily curtseyed to the others.
"Forgive me sir, my lady, forgive this intrusion..." Her gaze went to Paige with her face full of panic. "Paige, it-its Ms Sleine's baby.... we don't know what happened... there's something wrong... he's struggling to breath..."
The words all came out in a frenzied rush, her eyes full of desperate panic as she spoke to Paige.

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Parthenia cridged at Alain and Trifect's scolding but said nothing, only murmuring a soft "Yes, Sir. I'll do better." in response to both of them and continuing to look at her lap. She didn't beleive no one cared. Aethrya's cared, didn't she? And Mr and Ms Slenie and their new baby cared. Other servants cared and even the Queen had favored her when she still lived. No, Paige held no deep regrets as she liked to serve and knew that someday, somehow, she would be reffered to as Mistress Parthenia, a noble woman and respected lady of the community. Never again a dog- no, she was never a dog! Then there was a snap which pulled her from her thoughts and Trifect said “Her highness wishes for her sister, Setia. Please retrieve her and bring her here.” shortly followed by footsteps running off into the hall. Parthenia didn't look up from her hands as she had no desire to know which servant had been summoned nor the stunned expression they had on their face. Undoubtably it would be the talk of the wash room along with much of the rest of the castle's gossip. And then, as if to stir up more trouble (though Paige would never make such rash accusations) Trifect went on.

“I will not pretend that I knew nothing of your being locked up, in fact I had full knowledge of it. I also knew you were down there, since the day it happened. Of course you do have certain facts mixed up. I never wanted you locked up, I would have much rather employed someone with your unique talents. It’s not often that we see someone with the balls or talent to break into a castle to rip it off. That kind of thing would be quite useful for a man of my stature. After all it’s my duty to know whatever information I can, and someone that could very well blend in as a spy as I’m sure you are capable, well it would be just the person I would love to hire. Alas, the old keepers, as you put it, saw fit to lock you up, leaving us both quite unhappy. Although I must say, I am surprised you hadn’t broken out much sooner then this, let alone allowed yourself to be caught.” He said in a causual and easy mannor as if it were a normal day and he was simply carrying on pleasent conversation.

Paige heard a chair scoot out and creak mildly as it accepted Trifect's weight. His shadow followed his arm which reatched for an apple as the other hand held a goblet of wine. “I don’t believe you will kill me now, I believe Alain was your name, correct? Why don’t I think you’ll kill me? A simple reason. It’s too much of a hassle for you. Having to deal with the fallout from it, poor Paige right here will likely be the one to clean up the mess, need I go on? Plus you are a man of opportunity, yes? I would still like to employ you for jobs that would make use of your talents. All you would have to do is name your price.”

A grimance lingered on Parthenia's face. Not nessassarelly over the idea of having to clean up the blood and gore if they did decided to duel, but at the prospect of what Trifect was doing. Wasn't he the advisor? Shouldn't he have the uttmost respect for the kindgom as well as the best intentions for them? Mocking them did not seem to support his cause. Was he trying to start a fight? Perhaps he knew something the others didn't, like perhaps Alain was intenting to kill them and he was secret revealing his plans. Although this seemed very unlikely as Paige thought about. Unfortunatly she didn't have much time to think as a servant's footsteps entered the room.

"Forgive me sir, my lady, forgive this intrusion..." Parthenia raised her head now, turning around in her chair to face the girl she recognized as Clairibella. Her hair was messier than she normally kept it and her eyes, normally a calm brown, were wild and wet with tears yet to be spilt. "Clair? What are you doing here? What has frightened you so?" Paige said, standing up from her chair and taking a step towards her friend. "Paige, it-its Ms Sleine's baby.... we don't know what happened... there's something wrong... he's struggling to breath..."

Paige gasped, her hand touching her chest lightly in a gesture of alarm, the panic in her voice ringing true. "No! That cannot be!" Paige turned to Aethyra, "Please, please forgive me, but I am needed." Then, with worry, love and determination swirling in her rich sky blue eyes she said, "Quickly Clair, we do not have any time to waste! Show me where Harding is being cared for!"

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Alain raised an eyebrow. A likely story, but any man could come up with kind words when a knife was at their throat, "I stayed where I was because I was interested in this castle, and I was interested in the events which took place in it." He would not speak on his capture. It was no fool's mistake, but rather...he wasn't sure. As he had been taking gold, as quiet as he could and minding the structural quality of the gold pile, the opposite half of the pile decided it was going to slide. An impossible thing, yes, but the noise of the slide was what brought the guards to him, and honestly, it would be easier to lockpick a cell and sneak out, than to fight his way out past guards. So the denizens of the castle had been on the side of luck that day, or something else entirely. This was why he had stayed as long as he had, to find the reason behind the slide; but then of course the castle came to siege, and now here they were. He crossed his own arms as the servant girl scurried out, though once more he felt that twang of fingers on his spine for just a moment. He wasn't seriously letting that little cave get at him, was he? Every person that came in that door wasn't going to give him jitters, eh? What kind of man would he be then?

However, Trifect spoke again, which caused Alain's frown to deepen. Arrogant son of a bitch, wasn't he? He continued to keep his arms crossed, the knife now dangling from his fingers by the blade, "I would prefer my name be spoken less freely as this, if you do not mind. And you would make me laugh, were I not considering to sink a knife in your throat. Why do you imply that I care which dog from this castle cleans the blood from the ground? Is it not their job to clean the floors and such things? It is what they are supposed to do. As for being a man of opportunity, you infer that you provide opportunity. You are the adviser to a castle. The treasury is more in her hands than yours," He pointed briefly at Aethyra before looking back at Trifect, "Yet you intend to have me 'name my price'? What have you to offer that is worth my skill?"

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Aethyra grasped Paige's shoulder stiffly, studying the maid who had just rushed in, Clairibella, her name was. Something about her was off, strange, with the same pull that Aethyra had felt before in the dungeon. She did not trust this girl, not one bit.

"Clairibella. You are different, what has happened?" she pushed herself in front of Paige and studied Clair, scrutinizing her closely. She couldn't hold Paige back, no, the poor girl would explode with worry. Turning back to face Paige, her voice dropped to a whisper, "I do not like this, Parthenia, I do not like her. Something is wrong. I want you to be very, very careful. Do not take anything she offers. Go straight only to the baby, and back to me." The heir hurriedly tugged an amulet from her throat and fastened it around Paige's, watching it gleam unnaturally. "It is an enchanted protection charm, I only pray it can help you if something bad is to happen. Something is happening, and I fear it will be after you if we are not careful. I will not lose you, you are one of the only people I would dare call 'friend' in this disgusting place. Please, return swiftly." Grasping her hand for one final moment, she stood to the side and let her rush off to the baby. Then, nursing an aching temple, she turned to the bickering couple at the table, and sat herself across from Alain.

"Are you two thoroughly finished squabbling like old hens? I fear I'll be put off my tea if you continue." She took a pointed sip of tea at the moment, then took a smile nibble of bread, "I did not realize it was my duty to greet you first, Trifect, I thought it was yours to greet me. Hello, Trifect. I hope the morning has treated you well." Annoyance was pouring off her in waves, and she sincerely hoped the men could feel it.

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Trifect ignored Alain at first. It seemed a more interesting ‘person’ came in. He could tell it was Alaizabel, but the odd thing was that Aethyra could also sense something wrong. Maybe he had underestimated the relationship with the darkness that girl had. Then again, Alaizabel was very weak compared to her normal self, so maybe she just couldn’t hide the scent of darkness well enough. Once Aethyra gave Paige her protective amulet however, Trifect noticed the perfect opportunity to finally weaken it. Maybe she’d notice it after getting it back, but she couldn’t trace it back to him by that point. Keeping a hand under the table he cast the spell weakening the amulet. It wouldn’t do more then mildly irritate someone now. It was the best he could do, without fully destroying the object. After Alaziabel had taken Paige away, Trifect downed his glass of wine, and threw the apple core on his plate in front of him. He stared at Alain for a moment before finally responding to him.

“Do not pretend to know the inner workings of this kingdom boy. Do you think just anyone can walk into the royal treasury? Finances are a delicate thing. Do you think the Lord more willing to pay for a thief skilled in finding information on our enemies that we can exploit, or a one time payment on the whim of a girl whose family had already failed this kingdom once? I can offer more then you can dream. I don’t believe you to be a fool, don’t prove me wrong.” Trifect pulled his cane out from the chair, and layed it on the table. Casting a small light spell, that he’s used many times before, he teleported one of his wooden canes to him. After all, his disguise required the cane. “That is made of pure silver and gold, although it is hollow inside. It was a gift from many years ago. I offer it to you to put the past behind us, in hopes of future transactions. Is this deal acceptable for you? After all, I would hate to have to fight each other here, I’m sure it would ruin dear Aethyra’s meal, and I would absolutely hate to do that.”

Speaking of Aethyra, he looked at her with a smile. Of course his smile may have looked more creepy then happy. “Fortunately for us both, there is no duty that requires either of us to greet first. I am afraid that in a strictly social gatherings, where there is no set goal, my manners may be flawed. After all, in my role in this kingdom, I make more enemies then friends. That comes with the territory however, and I wouldn’t trade my position with anyone. I will try and remember my manners in this sort of moment in the future.” Trifect cleared his throat and refilled his glass of wine. “Good Morrow Princess Aethyra. My morning has treated me well enough, how about yourself? By your earlier description to the day, I believe that something must have happened, care to share? Perhaps an old man like myself can shed some light on something?”

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Alain grunted a bit, casting a glance at Aethyra more out of irritation than anything else. Bickering like old hens. Tch. The man had had a hand in imprisoning him, surely that was worthy of ire. Either way, he listened to Trifect speak. An interesting proposal. Although it had one massive downside. It kept him in this dreary castle. Still he was open for negotiation, "You have intrigued me, old man. What is it you are offering, exactly? I would prefer to travel than be stagnant, and knowing a kingdom's secrets is a dangerous thing. What guarantee have I that when I wish to be done with our contract, you would not simply have me killed? It would not be the first time I was stabbed in the back." He had been too trusting, then. Too naive, "I am no fool. But your claim to not just anyone being able to walk into the treasury is a bit false. Finance is delicate, perhaps, but I was able to do what I willed with the treasury. Like a fisherman cracking a clam, one might say. What is to stop me from doing so again, when your backs are turned? Trust does not come easy in my trade, ser, and I do not think it to come easily in yours."

Alain weighed the ups and downs. He liked his old life. Travel, different jobs, but there was always the threat of being killed in your sleep. With this, he'd be here in this dreary place when he wasn't out doing whatever it was Trifect had planned for him, but the pay would be good, and there was protection behind high stone walls. And there were other pros and cons, he supposed, hesitantly glancing at Aethyra. That was a whole other scale in and of itself. He wanted to leave behind someone who could use his tricks and such, a protege would definitely keep him occupied in his time off, in the least. Still, that was a delicate road. The first and last time he had taken a partner had ended in betrayal. He needed time to think about all this, but he would see Trifect's offer first.

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"Would you two just st--" Aethyra's word was cut off with a gasp, then a gurgled cry of pain. It felt as though her very heart had shattered, like blood was pouring from her eyes. Little did she know that as the amulet had been shattered, so, too, had something shattered in the small heir, something desperate and necessary. She crumpled to the ground, feeling heavy, like a boulder had been placed on her chest. Choking and coughing, she squeaked out a cry of pain, and drug her nails along the stone. The darkness was penetrating her very soul, tearing her apart from the inside out. Parthenia's face flashed in her mind's eyes, and she was somehow able to cry out her name, weak, brittle. As soon as the name passed her lips, however, blood spurted out, a thick and dirty red color dribbling down her chin. A memory from her childhood resurfaced in her mind.

She had been young and stupid then, desperately wanting someone to treat her like she wasn't a china doll that would shatter at any moment. She couldn't get dirty. She couldn't play like the other children. She was lonely, and sad.

Parthenia had been the only one who spoke to her, looked her in the eye, smiled at her. Parthenia was the only one Aethyra called "friend."

"This is going to connect us, you see?" All pale and tiny, Aethyra had looked insane, her right palm bleeding, dripping on the stone. But Parthenia did not scream, or cry, or run. Parthenia wanted to help. "This will make us sisters. Blood sisters. Ok? Promise me, forever."

"Forever." A tiny prick on Parthenia's finger, a quick holding of hands, and the deed was done. Blood sisters. Forever.


Something else had changed that day. Their fates had intertwined. Forever was only the beginning. Aethyra was able to scream, pure and loud. And then, the girl, for that's all she really was, fainted, her fingertips torn from scrabbling at the stone, blood pouring from her lips, and her eyes wide open. Once you gazed upon her eyes, however, you'd notice something wrong; her irises appeared shattered, like glass, the pupil a tiny pin-prick.

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Alain was still looking at Trifect when Aethyra made her noises. A gasp and a gurgle caused him to turn his eyes to her. Was she choking or something? No, it was something else entirely. She whispered something and then began coughing blood. Alain was on his feet and over the table in seconds, kneeling beside her. What the hell was going on? No poison or injury he had ever seen could cause this. Not even any magic he had seen could do this. Then she started screaming and then just as quickly as it started, she passed out, "What in the fuck...?" Alain breathed, looking at her eyes. He waved his hand in front of them, but they didn't respond, "What in god's name?" He didn't waste time. He may not have been a doctor, but anything he could do could potentially help her. Once more the white flame conjured in his hands, and it cascaded over the girl. He had no idea whether this was entirely useless or miraculously curative. Either way, she needed some real help, "I think you will agree, ser, that we cannot have the heir dying in our presence. Bad for business, generally. Medical wing. Where?" He asked, looking at Trifect for the answer.

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"I think you and I are going to be very good friends Paige... but we need to keep it a secret." The words were slurred and confusing but Paige did not like them, not in the slightest. They were evil and cruel and followed by an extreme pain like the life was being ripped from her soul. Her conscieness slowly returned to her, but her vision was blurred and she could not see the face of her attacker. Only the crimson color on it's hand and she demonic smile on it's face.

Parthenia stood still, weakened to the point she thought she may pass out again. Now the bloody hand, the hand covered in her blood, held the amulet. Aethrya had giving it t her, didn't she? Or had Paige found it? It was pretty, but hadn't it shattered? Paige didn't know. She couldn't know anything right now. Her whole body was throbbing in agony and she didn't know anything around her. There was only pain the know.

And slowly the pain was fading. Parthenia could feel her dress being laced up gently and the wetness of the blood on her chest being wiped away, leaving her clean once again. The gashes and hole which had caused her such great suffering where gone like they'd never been there to begin with. Everything was perfectly fine, but Parthenia felt to weak to smile and reassure herself she had suffered a vivid nightmare.

"You won't remember me sweetheart, but I will always remember you... and this is not our last meeting. You have a sweet power inside of you... I will need that power again. So whenever you hear me call your name, no matter what you are doing or who you are with you will go after my voice. You will make sure you are alone... then we'll see each other again." The demon woman, now her new Mistress, swayed backwards and Paige could tell she was getting further away from her. "But until then, you will tell people nothing of this. You went to see the baby, he is fine now but it was a very distressing time, hence why it took you so long to return."

Parthenia understood. This womans voice was beautiful and she desperately needed to serve this new Mistress. She was priority above all else, but only when she called. Paige didn't know how she knew this because she had gone to make sure Harding was okay. The doctors had managed to help him before she had arrived and fortunatly he was doing fine. Paige watched as the woman she could not recognize backed away and seemingly vanish while the door unlocked and creeked open.

With her only support gone, Parthenia's knees gave out and she slumped against the wall, slidding down it until she lay on the cold stone floor. Her body was motionless, except for the slow and irregular rising and falling of her chest. Her normally vivid blue eyes were glazed over and she felt extremely tired and weak. That was to be expeted though, wasn't it? It had been a long day and it was completely natural, even a little sore (which she was). But that didn't explain the distinct smell of copper, very similar to the smell of freshly spilt blood.

After a few moments, Paige forced herself to move, standing up. She swayed a moment, feeling lightheaded and weak, but tried to push through it. Aethyra was expecting her and was probably wondering where she had gone. Paige touched the amulet with glowed with a warning intensity as she quickly hurried down the halls, careful not the stumble due to her sudden fatigue. After what seemed like an eternity, Parthenia reatched the dinning room where the others were and lingered just outside the door, wishing to gather her strength and taking a few deep breaths so to look presentable. She was utterly exahusted but determine to remain loyal to her Mistress, her best friend, and her secret blood sister.

Then she stepped into the room and was stuck like a bullet with the most horrifying scene. Alain knelt beside Aethrya who was on her back, unsconscience, eyes widen and blood dripping from her lips. "AETHYRA!" Parthenia cried out, despite the fact it could get her in huge trouble for using the Heir's first name. The amulet throbbed violently and Parthenia clutched it in her hand. This was the amulet fueled by Aethrya's heart, and if harm came to it harm came to Aethrya, but this was something else entirely. It was almost like the amulet had shattered, but it was entirely whole! That didn't make sense, but there was no time for sense. Parthenia ran foreward with all the small strength she'd managed to withhold and knelt before Aethrya, quickly fassening the precious ward around the Heir's neck.

"Aethrya-" Paige said, sounding frantic, as she thought she was going to lose her best friend and blood sister. She sat beside the girl, her hands gripping the Heir's shoulders firmly, trying to awaken her from the sudden paralysis. In her blue eyes, though they were glazed and tired, was determination and adoration. Her entire body was shaking with effort, the only thing keeping her from collapsing on the floor. But Paige had no intention of fainting away during such a crisis. "Aethyra, it's me; Parthenia! Your protective amulet is back and your heart is safe once again. Wake up Aethrya, I'm begging you! Please be strong! Aethyra!" The anme said five times without her status being properly adressed, and yet Parthenia didn't care. Aehtyra's life was at stake, and tears spilt from Paige's eyes as she had a lingering suspition it was all her fault.

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Trifect listened to Alain, and smiled a bit as he seemed interested. Had the fool royals listened to him, he wouldn’t be having this problem now. He could have had Alain under his thumb for this whole time. No use crying over spilt milk however, he wouldn’t get lost time back, and he himself, had plenty of time.

“You want a guarantee? You won’t know this kingdom’s secrets. As long as you do your job correctly, I don’t see much means in killing someone such as yourself. After all, you’d still be useful. If you don’t betray us, then we won’t betray you. If it comes down to a simple matter of money, we’ll pay better. Every time. As far as the tasks they would... differ. I do not think here is the best place to discuss such things, do you? You would still spend likely more time away from here, then behind these walls if you so choose, and the time you are not working, you are free to do what you please. Take up a room and sleep in, travel to places, whatever you can think of. Though, our kingdom will not back you stealing things from anyone, so it’s best to make sure you don’t get caught. Oh and as far as trust goes, it’s not something I give to many people at all. Were you to take my offer some things would have to be reinforced around here, such as enchantments on the treasury. I do not intend to treat you as someone you are not, and I would hate to have to lock you up because you broke in again.”

Trifect stood up when something began to happen to Aethyra. He couldn’t exactly place it, though knowing what Alaizabel was most likely doing to Paige somewhere else, it was likely the two were related. Although he couldn’t place how. His study of light magic hadn’t been anywhere near as thorough as his study of dark magic after all. Alain was quick to pick her up, perhaps he actually liked the girl? Maybe he was in it for gold? Well his motive’s didn’t really matter now. “We cannot have the heir dying at all. I would guide you there myself, but you can move quicker then a gimp like myself. Out these doors you will make a left. Pass the first turn you see, and keep going straight. Take the next right after that. Pass 3 turns, and on the 4th turn, turn left. Straight down that hallway, you will find the medical wing. Make haste now.”

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Alain listened to the older man's instructions. He may not know the castle at all, but directions he could follow. He hoisted the girl (to no surprise, she was still exceptionally light, even in the weighty dress) and put her over his shoulder. He nodded once as he memorized the man's directions and said nothing more to any of the people in the room. He used his hand to lightly move past the servant girl and then ran to the doors, using his opposite shoulder to push the doors open. Following Trifect's instructions to the letter, he sprinted through the halls, pushing past servants (and a young girl who seemed to be just wandering the halls aimlessly, for what purpose, gods only knew) who happened to get in his way. He honestly wasn't sure what his motivation for doing this was either. He could have let the girl be carried away by whatever pitiful members of the staff whomever would have called, and there would have been no consequence to him. And yet he didn't. He could see potential in the girl, but was that really what drove him? The pursuit of money was inconsequential at this point, Trifect would no doubt pay him whether the girl lived or died, because in a way, he got the feeling the man did not like the girl, and he could definitely tell she did not like him. In the end, as he carried her through the doors of the medical wing, he decided on his reasons were irrelevant. He never acted on the why of things, he acted on what made sense. And for now, getting the girl to doctors as fast as possible seemed to make the most sense.

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