676-02-03 - Arriving in Equis

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Arriving in Equis
Summary: The Twin Princes of the Isles arrive in Two Rivers, and start off their 'unoffical' visit with making rather important acquaintances.
Who: Zephan Onimus, Jerrick Onimus, Dorit Basenji, Argon Brais, Luanda Brais, Livessa Brais and Slider
References: Later!
When: February 3rd, 676
Related Logs: 676-02-01 - Making Plans
Date of RP: 03/02/2015
Where: Harbor of Equis/Leaping Horse Inn - City of Equis, Athereyne, Two Rivers
Room Desc: Harbor of Equis: Equis is a town situated before the impressive outline of the Fangs of Athereyne, a mountain range that lies to the northeast. Its harbor is always bustling with activity. There are flocks of workers around usually, loading or unloading the ships with cargo, and the docks resound from the work and the construction of new ships, while both ships of trade and further down the Royal Navy are a constant presence at the wharfs. The banners of the Leaping Horse mark this place as within the realm of House Lenouvi, as does the respectable inn of the same name, which is frequented by many merchants and nobles alike. A broad alley leads to the center of the city, Lenouvi Square.

Leaping Horse Inn: The Main Room of the Leaping Horse is warmed by a fire in the hearth to one side, the flickering light of the flames casting vivid shadows of the current customers at the five tables onto the walls. The fare is of good quality that even would not disappoint noble tastes. The air is filled with tasty smells of food - and occasionally even melodies rippling through the room, when a lute player is around to provide entertainment. There are stairs leading upstairs towards a number of comfortable and well kept rooms the inn has to offer.


The harbor of Equis is bustling with activity on this late morning, as a number of ships have recently arrived. Not all of them as swift and lean as the 'Mermaid', in fact this ship of the Isles is quite the exception, looking almost tiny between all those heavier trade ships. The sea voyage had not taken long, and for once, had spared them from heavier seas that Prince Jerrick would have abhorred. It is Prince Zephan who almost looks a little disappointed at the ease of their travels, as he leaves the ship a bit reluctantly, a warm cloak worn over his casual attire of shirt and breeches that are tucked into comfortable leather boots, his blonde hair blown a little about by a sudden gust of wind. It is winter in Equis, the season certainly harsher than what they are used to in the Isles.

Jerrick follows after his brother, his face pale his frame leaner from the illness he gets every time he travels this way. Unlike Zephan he almost runs off the ship his long strides getting him to the habor moments before Zephan. He then turns around, his cloak blowing a little in the cool breeze. He is also dressed warmly a pair of black leather trousers, a heavy jerkin worn over a thick white shirt. "I would like to pay my respects to the Royal Family. Luanda has asked to speak with me on a under occations it would be rude for me not to at least spend a little time here." Plus it would let him recover his strength from the voyage.

Despite coming from The Isles, a country that is half sea, Dorit seems not to have enjoyed the boat trip. She's too old to dash off the ship like Jerrick does, but her pace is fairly quick for someone of her age. As she steps off the gangplank, she can be heard muttering to herself as she fiddles with a few of the charms that dangle from her wrists.

Zephan pauses in his stride and shoots Jerrick a slightly amused glance. "I thought you were not to make this an official visit, brother. We agreed to travel here and start inquiries for that big wolf. If we are spotted - fine. If we aren't even better." The blonde Onimus twin lets his gaze drift over the buildings at the harbor and spots an inn. "Let's just go over there and have a drink, while we can discuss where to go next. The Royal family would live in the Capital, I think. This is just a harbour town. Nice, but small." He snorts with a haughty smile. "Look at those over there. Seems we picked the place with the worst scum..." In fact, the commoners helping to unload the ships look tidy enough, at least not worse than what one would encounter in the village of Piradin. The arrival of the healer is noted, a light twitch of his brows indicating Prince Zephan tolerates the old hag more than he is actally glad to have her on the trip. "Mistress Dorit." His tone is a bit weary, as his blue eyes shift from her to Jerrick. "You may of course join us."

Jerrick turns to help Dorit off the ship, his hand going out towards her's. He treats her as gently as he would a maiden. "Thank you Dorit." He tells her quietly. "I do not know what awaits us, but I feel more secure with you besides us...Or maybe a little behind." He says with a humorous twitch to his lips. "Perhaps you are right, we can visit them another time." The mention of a drink gets a nod. "By all means, let us break our fast and discuss what our next actions are."

There is a light frown when Zephan observes the polite way his brother treats the commoner healer. That frown turns soon into a smirk and he shakes his head. "Your taste in women suprises me indeed, brother. First you complain about your very young betrothed, but to venture towards the exact opposite, both in regards to age and..." he snorts, "beauty..." An impertinent stare is given Dorit and he chuckles. Then ignoring the woman as he walks off, leading the way to the Leaping Horse Inn. A fact of note is, that he has left his comely slave girl on the ship - perhaps because he suspects she would attract much unwanted attention.

Jerrick gives his brother a patient look before he lets Dorits hand go and reframes from raising to his brothers bait. "We will get imformation here, hopefully, i do not want to be stumbling around in the forests for 2 months looking for the bloody thing." and with that he follows Zephan, allowing a scowl at his brother's back.

Zephan enters the inn with the casual grace of a predator, his pale blue eyes flickering here and there, a faint smile appearing on his haughty features when he spots a serving wench. If the others do not object, he will pick a table in a corner of the room, with a good view of who comes and goes. The cloak is taken off and placed over the back of a chair before the blonde Onimus takes his seat.

Jerrick follows his brother into the Inn, this being Zephan's sort of place, Jerrick allows him to take the lead. "Well, lets eat then find a guide."

Visiting Equis to take care of something, Argon has found himself in the Inn, seated at one of the tables near the walls. He's currently eating a meal, while talking with a man seated on the other side of the table. He looks over as someone enters, studying them for a few moments, before he looks back to the person he was speaking with.

The nobleman of Two Rivers would see three figures, foreigners obviously, as can be seen from the clothes they wear. Two men in heir early thirties, who look pretty well off, one of them dark-haired the other blonde. Both with a certain haughty air of higher-born about them. In their company, easily overlooked, is an old woman with the plain attire that would mark her as a commoner. They speak in Common, although their accent proves them to be from anywhere but Two Rivers.

"Bring us some... wine...?", Zephan requests with a smirk from the serving wench, who shakes her head with an apologetic smile. "No wine, Sir. We have ale, though."

"Ale, then," the younger Onimus twin decides. "Three mugs." He looks astonished himself, that he would buy the old woman a drink, but there it is.

Jerrick nods his head slowly, accepting the ale. He takes a casual sip and swirls it around in his mouth. "Not bad." He murmurs, glancing around the taproom now they are all seated. His eyes find Argons whom seems to be them up. He raises his goblet in a polite salute before letting his eyes slip to the other man seated with Argon.

There's a nod in return to the people that seems to be foreigners, as Argon offers them a brief smile, raising his goblet in return. Taking another bite of his food, he looks towards the man he was speaking with again, nodding at something that was said. "Good. We need to keep it a surprise, though."

The ale is brought, and the mugs are placed on the table before each of the Islanders. The serving wench will receive a playful swat to her behind though, from the blonde Onimus, which she will respond to with a delighted giggle. No wonder Zephan smirks as he follows her with his gaze, and he takes a sip from the ale. "Yes, brother. This is not bad indeed." Following the stare of his princely brother to Argon, the blonde prince will shift a little in his seat, as he assesses the man from afar. A mug will be raised, in case the man should look his way - even a brute like Zephan can be polite sometimes.

Jerrick turns back to Zephan. "So these are your sort of people, you find us a guide and I'll sit here and eat." He says, watching the door as more people come and go. He'll make Zephan do this part.

The door opens, and a guard enters. It is clear that he is a guard because of his mail, and he is also wearing royal livery. Behind him comes a young woman, dark-haired, dressed in warm fur and wool and velvet. It is the Princess Luanda, and behind her is another guard. "I'm sure it will be fine. We can journey the rest of the way tomorrow," she says to them. "We can eat here well enough."

"My sort of people?", Zephan chuckles, raising a brow at Jerrick's remark. "That girl certainly is my type," he admits then with that impertinent smirk still present in his features. "And... what? You expect me to do all the work for you to collect the prize later?" The blonde Onimus shoots his brother a glare with cold steely blue eyes. "No way will I do that." He shrugs before he leans back in his seat, taking another sip from his ale with a stubborn expression on his face. His gaze shifts to the door as it is opened. "By Onimoria's teats," he murmurs, his eyes widening as he recognizes the woman who enters with her retinue. "It's Princess Luanda." He'll remain where he is, not moving or doing anything to offer her a proper greeting.

Argon looks up as he hears the door opening. Nodding to the man he was speaking with. "Good, then we agree. Have it delivered as soon as possible," he offers, as the other man turns to leave. He then looks to the new arrivals, smiling as he sees who it is. "Luanda," he greets the Princess, offering her a bit of a wave now.

Jerrick eyes suddenly go to the door again, his eyes on the guards and then the young woman behind them. "Zephan." He call towards his brother, he waits for him to look his way before nodding towards the unfamilar woman. "Another ale." He then tells the keep and then Zephan, tells him who she is and his eyes go back to the woman he was almost married too. "Really?" he drawls then debates how to approach her, in the end though he plays it cool and mutters. "I'm not going to make you do all the work. I just need your help, you know how to talk to these people." Meaning Zephan is more intimidating.

"I... saw her wearing almost nothing, brother. You can't really expect me to...", Zephan objects, although he can't really help it, his eyes are glued to the princess, recalling that memory even though or rather because she appears to be attired all properly now. Which does bring a smirk to his face. "Damn you," he grunts towards Jerrick. "You are lazy and a coward. You need my help? You /are/ going to make me do all the work." The latter part hissed in his brother's direction. "At least the fellow over there seems to be well acquainted with her. He doesn't even address her as princess."

Jerrick gives his brother a patient look. "Think what you want Zephan, I simply wish for you to help with this part. When it comes to killing the wolf I shall see to that myself." Annoyed with his brother, he slips off the chair and approaches the princess. "Your Highness, may I approach?" He asks, hands in the air, to show he is armless and unarmed.

Luanda's brows raise a little bit at the familiar address here, of all places, and she draws herself up. "Lord Argon. Uncle," she says calmly, her voice reasonably warm, though perhaps with a bit of reproach. Then she turns her gaze towards Zephan, and her expression settles into a frown at the intensity of his stare. Finally she shakes herself and looks over at Jerrick. "Yes.... you may approach," she answers, her tone gently polite.

It is here that Slider comes walking into the tavern. Also known to many as Marcus, this man is wearing a nice looking outfit, one from what looks to be the Golden Lion. He wears it well but the cloak of what looks to be animal of sorts hangs on his shoulders and nearly touches the ground or in this case the floor. It looks thick and made to keep the man warm and obviously standing out more than usual. So as he enters, he smiles, looks around and then spots them, all of them and all the man can do is blink at first. Though in moments he is moving along to a table, away from the others and lookign to the bar wench. " Mead and some food please, got to get myself a full belly before heading north." then takes a seat, puts the cloak on the chair and waits patiently. This is not his party and so he stays out of it for now.

"I really doubt you can," Zephan snorts in reply to Jerrick, rolling his eyes in what would appear mock despair when his brother moves to rise - and approach the Brais princess. "Wait!", the blonde Onimus exclaims, a moment too late. His gaze flits to Luanda, noting the frown, yet not really intimidated by it even though he of all seems to have caused it. Still, her acknowledgement of his presence brings him to his feet, at once. Even though he remains as silent as a fish in her presence. For now. His gaze flits to the door, taking in the new arrival, steely blue eyes narrowing as he assesses the man. Odd outfit. And an odd way of distancing oneself from the ongoing bustle of royal presences.

"I did not know you were here," Argon says to Luanda, pausing momentarily as he notices the reproach in her voice. A brief pause as Jerrick approaches the Princess, studying the man rather carefully for now.

Jerrick approaches the Princess lowering his hands, and then Zephan's wait makes him turn his head towards his brother. He raises an eyebrow before turning back to the Princess. "I am Jerrick Omnius." He says with a soft smile. "It is good to finally meet you, your highness." He gives her a low bow before his eyes move slowly towards Argon and then the new man entering the tavern. His body tenses and he suddenly become alert with so many armed and unfamilar men nearby.

Marcus at the moment can only really recognize Argon, he has seen and talked to the man before and most likely would have stayed as far away as he could but alas he happened to be here at this time. Still Slider smiles and wiats for the waitress to come along and give him some mead, then he pays her for the mead and meal to come. He does glance over to see the woman, who he thinks is a lady of sorts but not sure who she is. The two men that seem to be young and eager but at least they seem alright, nto sure where he seen them before. Still as the one looks ta him or if anyone does, he does bow his head in greeding, he wishes not to disturb anyone, just eat and go.

"And now you are aware, Lord Argon," answers Luanda, her eyes flashing momentarily. She draws in a slow breath, then shakes herself. "Prince Omnius. What an unexpected surprise." She inclines her head a moment. Then she looks at his brother and tilts her head. "And your companion. The memory is hazy... but Prince Nathan called him brother. Welcome to Two Rivers. We were not made aware of your coming," she says in return to Jerrick, "Or we could have greeted you properly. Still. If it would please you, you may join me for supper." A glance goes towards Slider, and then to the door. A lady's maid is bringing in a bag, and it shifts. Out of it leaps a rather young wolf-pup. It looks around, yips at most everyone, then tumble-pads to Luanda's side and flops against her dress.

Despite her advancing age, this is something new to Dorit: 'hanging out' with royalty. Sure, she's been known to be in the general vicinity from time to time and even treating a noble or two. But just sitting in an inn, drinking ale with them? That's strange. So Dorit has been quiet, spending a significant amount of time pondering the ale that's been put in front of her.

"Yes, now I'm aware, Princess." Argon replies, before he looks over at Jerrick. "Your Highness," he greets the man, with a polite nod. "Quite a surprise." Looking to the wolf pup as it appears, he watches the animal rather carefully for now.

Zephan keeps an eye on the commoner man in the Golden Lion outfit, who seems, at least in his humble opinion, slightly misplaced in these surroundings. Even though he notices the nod in greeting, he'll only offer a hint of a nod in return. And so Zephan's attention shifts briefly to his brother, shaking his head when he observes his behaviour towards the princess. "Princess Luanda," Zephan greets. "Thank you for your warm welcome." He grabs his mug and walks casually over to where Luanda is seated. And takes a seat himself, assuming her invitation for supper is extended to him as well. "Nice little pup," he'll comment on the little wolf, shooting a pointed glare in Jerrick's direction.

Jerrick shakes his head. "This is not an officak visit." He tells her, his body relaxing only slightly. "And this is?" He asks, motioning towards Argon, before he flickers his eyes towards Zephan with a smirk. "Brother is such a loose term." He commands, then glances back towards Luanda. "I would be honored to join you for supper, I heard you wanted to see me anyway. I am envious of my brother, you are even more lovely then he described." The pup is even a curious look.

<FS3> Slider rolls Perception: Moderate Success

"This.... is Nutmeg." Luanda reaches down to lift up the pup. She winces a little, shifting her to the crook of her arm. "A comnpanion, a friend, and a future protector." She scratches the pup behind the ears. "Yes, uncle, and I will speak with you later." Then she motions to the table. "Join us, do," The woman's cheeks flush slightly, and she inclines her head to Jerrick. "It was an experience that drew me close to him." She moves to sit at the table, wincing again.

Well, as the serving wench leaves his table and as one fo the Princess looks to him and gives a slight smile, there is that smile again. Though the mention of Nathan , Prince Nathan of the Isles, this brings a curious expression to his face. Then the mention of them two been brothers, that could only mean that one is Jerrick and the other Zephan. Marcus leans back then, taking in the view of the two brothers and then after a bit of time he smiles, noting who may be Jerrick and who may be Zephan. By reputation alone, he has heard of Zephan and Jerrick as well but both obvious to him now.

As they go and sit with the Princess he decides it is best not to disturbe this fruitatious party and just keep a ear open. As he waits for his meal, he does pull out a scroll, opens it up and reads it and then looks towards Jerrick, raising a brow but then just rolls it back up and puts it away.

Noticing some movement at the table he has left, Zephan's head turns briefly and he shoots the old woman they have brought with them a glance. Offering her the ghost of a smile, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "Enjoy your ale," he tells her in a low murmur and lifts his own mug. His gaze flitting back to Jerrick and he raises a hand. "Now wait a minute..." Overhearing Jerrick's flattery towards Luanda has him almost laugh out loud. "I remember you looked most fetching in those dire circumstances we've found you in - the experience that drew you towards our brother," he comments, pursing his lips. "And I am so glad, Nathan managed to get you out of your peril. I assisted. That one there," here he points towards Jerrick, "preferred to stay at home and pursue his vices instead." Another glare is shot Jerrick's way, this time of the triumphant kind.

Argon nods as he hears Luanda's words. "I will be here for a little while longer before returning home," he offers, and then looking to the animal. "Hello, Nutmeg..." he greets it. Looking to Jerrick again, he offers the man a brief smile. "Sir Argon Brais. It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness." A look over at Zephan as well, "And you as well, Your Highness."

Jerrick tries not to rolls his eyes at his brother. "Zep, this isn't your slave girl, try and act like you are noble." He tells him then turns to Luanda, but not before taking the hand of Argon. "A please My Lord." He then turns back to the Princess saying. "I'm sorry things did not work out between us Princess, I told my mother if you were happy with Nathan I would not try and state my prier claim." He gives her a bow of his head. "I wish you both happiness and I am glad I was able to tell you this face to face." He then orders another drink and stays quiet, going back to his silent brooding no doubt.

"It is good to know that neither your manners nor your charm are overstated, Prince Zephan," Luanda answers, her eyes flashing a bit more. "Still, it is good to know your preferences beforehand. I suggest... such observations are.... not terribly welcome here." Then she inclines her head to Jerrick. "I am sorry, Highness, that things did not work out. I hope there are no hard feelings. Two Rivers desires an alliance... and my heart desires...." She shrugs, then glances over at Argon. "You can make time, I am certain, for the King's Daughter," she answers, and this time the warmth fades from her tone. She glances back at Jerrick. "Your kindness in this matter means very much to me."

"I am Prince Zephan," the blonde prince introduces himself to Argon, and the rest - even the wolf pup! Even though Luanda should know who he is. If anything, the remark from Jerrick will earn the darker-haired Onimus another glare. "I am aware this is not Pureal, brother," he hisses, before he turns his attention towards Luanda. "Indeed, a business my brother here seems to be quite sorry about. In fact, we are on a mission to secure him a betrothal to... another princess, as you aren't available anymore, a young beauty who is worth the many hardships my brother Jerrick here is willing to take upon him." Her rather offended manner towards himself is ignored. Mostly. "I was merely trying to compliment you on your looks, fair princess," Zephan counters with a fake look of innocence. "I certainly did not mean to offend. If compliments are not esteemed here in Two Rivers, I am sorry for my misstep."

Slider finaly gets the name and is sure of who is the one he is suppose to help, of course he has not agreed to it yet and the gold has not been given to him as of yet, it is all in hear say. Though he does know who sent him the scroll and so he may just do it, as a favor in the future. So he gets his stew and he whispers to the wench, points to the Prince called Jerrick and pays her some more, soon she is gone. Though he does look back at the brother, one has always wanted to see what that brother can do, rumors have been always been rumors after all.

Jerrick humphs softly at the comment Luanda directs towards Zephan, the humph wisely covered a laugh. Jerrick glances towards his twin again wondering what he is up too. "I steps aside brother, I did not wish to make a fuss." He wanted that clear. "And yes, I am on a mission to win the favor of Princess Zuhur's brother, so he might allow me to marry her. She is young, but as my brother said beauitful and more then worthy to marry myself." He says placing a hand on his chest and giving a humbly nod. "We are at this time looking for someone whom might help us find a giant wolf. I am require to kill one and bring its pelt back to the Emir of the Golden Lions."

"Of course," Argon replies to Luanda, nodding as he hears her words. Turning to look at Zephan as he hears the man's words now, studying him carefully for a few moments. He then looks over at Jerrick at the mention of the giant wolf. "An impressive task, Your Highness," he offers.

The other twin leans back in his seat, observing the ongoing conversation with cold steely blue eyes. "I am sorry, Jerrick," he finally says, rising abruptly from his chair. "I think you will do just fine on your own. Excuse me, I will... free you of my company and retire to my ship. See you later, brother. Princess. My lord." Zephan notes the mention of the Giant Wolf with a raise of his brows, still, his mind is set. "Good eve," he says, making sure to grab a pitcher of ale to take it with him as he departs the inn. It seems, the mention of his slave girl has stirred his need for female company.

"I was wearing a sack and nothing more," answers Luanda, her lips quirking. "I assure you, telling me that you preferred seeing me almost naked...." She shrugs, offering a soft laugh. "I explain this that others might know well and be familiar with your wit and charm, Prince Zephan. And.... my hopes for your success, Prince Jerrick. My sister's husband is the lord of the Ningo, and he knows much of killing wolves. You might send emissary to the Ningo, if all else fails." She then settles comfortably into her chair, then waves to Zephan. "Good evening."

Jerrick gives a backwards wave of his hands to his departing brother, its clearly a love hate relationship. "Thank you Princess Luanda, I shall do that in the morning. We won't be here too long I have only 6 more weeks to complete 3 tasks and I have not even began the first."

Livessa enters just as Zephan is leaving, "excuse me your grace".. she bows as she holds the door for him. Today this pregnant lady has her dark locks neatly up in an elaborate style of long braided locks and woven around and back to be held in place by a few hairclips. Little strays of hair caress her face, soft, with that hint of baby fat that still lingers in the cheeks, but it softens the otherwise angular features. A button nose rests between to oval eyes of Kelly green and brushed with hazel flecks; The look gives her a distinct vision of beautiful mixed with a breath-catching freedom of spirit mingled together. Her outfit lends to this look an off-white dress shirt that is buttoned near to the top, only hinting at the curve of her chest. She wears a deep blue corset that hugs her middle and rests over a long flowing dress - accenting the baby bummp before billowing out over her ankles. She wears a set of riding boots on her feet.

At the mention of hunting a large wolf Slider raises a brow and a frown appears on his lips, that is dangerous indeed. NOw as Marcus looks at the Prince Jerrick, watches his brother go on his way, he loks to Luanda. Now he knows who she is and what she is to the realm.

It is at this time the wench comes along with a tray. On the tray is a goblet, fine silver and wine within that goblet. "Prince Jerrick. The man at that table says that he has been asked by someone you know to help you in your task." she guestures towards Slider then, stands there , now waiting. Of course all this is said after the waitress has approuched slowly, waited until the Princess has stopped speaking and keeping her head and eyes down.

Marcus keeps on looking at the Prince and Princess but then hsi eyes divert as another enters and he blinks, smiles brightly and he can't help but feel that tingleling sensation of been rather happy and glad to see a familiar face.

Nodding as he hears the words that's spoken now, Argon's gaze follows Zephan as he leaves. And then the new arrival brings a big smile to his face. Moving over to Livessa's side now, he offers her a smile. "Hello, my dear," he offers to her.

Jerrick glances at the wench and then across to the table, where the man is sat. "Your highness, if you will excuse me. It was nice to finally meet you. But I must continue with my tasks." He then stands and quietly makes his way over towards Slider.

Livessa turns to take her husbands arm and she smiles, the baby is doing her well, she holds a healthy glow in her young skin that is apparent in mothers. She tilts her head to kiss his cheek and then turns to look about the room, as the other Prince makes his announcement to leave the princess for...Slider, The lady looks up then to Slider and she smiles softly his way before nodding her head to Argon.. "shall we sit?"

Marcus looks towards Livessa for a brief moment even as she does look his way, he looks towards the prince, letting her be with who she is married to. Now as the Prince approaches Marcus stands up and looks to the man, bowing his head in greeting and then smiles. " Please sit Prince Jerrick, seems I have been asked to help you or at least protect you in your task." he says nothing else and will only sit once the Prince does.

Luanda nods to Jerrick. "I understand. And I see now the reason for the unofficial nature of your visit. I will convey your greetings and apologies to my father so that decorum may be preserved. But even decorum must sometimes give way for the hand of a lady. She then turns towards the pregnant woman, and she smiles. "Hello, Lady Livessa."

Argon nods as he hears Livessa's words, starting to lead the way over towards a table. "You look lovely, dear," he offers to her, before he nods at Luanda's words to Jerrick. "Quite understandable, the unofficial nature," he agrees.

Jerrick nods his thanks briefly at Luanda and then slips into a seat. "I'm looking for a giant wolf, any help will be compensated." He tells the other man. "There will be myself and three others, one is my brother whom I'm sure contacted you and two women." He sips at his ale and waits for Marcus to respond.

Livessa looks to Argon then smiles before her eyes move to the Princess as she follows Argon to a table. She sits carefully "Will you be attending the welcoming party your Magisty?" she asks as she regards the princess. "I am so hungry.." her hand sets on her tummy protectively.

Marcus looks to Jerrick and raises a brow, right to the point it seems and then shakes his head. " Slow down young Prince, this task you have set out to do, it is very dangerous. I know what these wolves can do that are as large as horses, very dangerous and many have died, even of the Ningo's." Marcus take a drink from his mead and then leans back, smiling as he does. " First, before you can even think of going ot hunt one, you must have permission from their leader, without that, you may as well go home. You must prove your worth and perhaps your strength to this man. Though looking at you right now, I am not sure if you're able to survive the harsh terrain to go find one of these beasts." he states boldly.

Jerrick nods his head slowly. "Get me to this leader you speak of and I shall worry about the rest, I did not pay you to judge my strength." He says a little irritated with the man.