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Location: Hiraeth Seis Guild House, stairwell.. heading back down yet again.
Activity: Talking?
Interactions: Arba @Akashi, Loki @Yzmael, Eliarte @Ali
"Speak of the demon and so it appears." Glaring slightly at the sudden appearance, at least he wasn't caught off guard.
"Come back out to the training yard to see me sometime. I promise, I'll be missing you much less, my darling niece." With a scowl Conan scoffs at the rest of Loki's rather lengthy speech. "If you have time to watch them, you have time to talk to them. Though there is an irony in me saying that."
Shaking his head with an irritated sigh, curling up his right fist in agitation. Never much liking Loki, it was as the pairs personalities differed greatly. Outside of work at least, normally while on assignment the pair performed well enough. Being part of why Conan had even asked for It, knowing full well Loki would come to take the bait, and of course to taunt him as well. "Hmph the only time you are honest is when you are sleeping, and even then I suspect half your snores lie. Though do well enough and maybe I'll see if Alma will sew you something that doesn't look like it was stolen from a homeless person.. Which knowing you it likely was."
While things seemed tense, it was going surprisingly civilly. Had Conan hated Loki, he wasn't a stranger to just punching irritants in the face.
Unclenching his had at the voice of Arba, he could tell from being married, that she was not pleased with some of his words. Eyeing her briefly, he says nothing. In part he both seen her as his greatest ally and a hated enemy.. She had defiled his wife in a manner, had thrown out the old man, and had beaten him soundly. On the other hand she seemed to be at least attempting to keep her end of the deal.. lead the guild to heights far above what the old man could, and while he would never say it out right, he had some respect for her. While most of the guilds council would do as she instructed, or even supported her, Conan was always quick to ridicule any who did not.
Snorting a little and crossing his arms, the large mage leans against the wall, momentarily forgetting about Loki.
"Master Arba, as I recall, you keep me for advice. Not for honeyed words. Only a fool keeps such Company. That's one thing you never struck me as. If you wish me to tell you lies, and act like a dog, you just need say so. But I ask you, is that of value to you?"
Conan says evenly with a shrug. Listening to the rest of Arba's answer, he had to admit she always had a commanding presence to her words, in some ways his wife was about the same, but nicer. Though at least the power hadn't gotten to her head yet, he found such barbs were useful to throw at her time to time, as was the next. If she were to ever exile or kill him for it, then her state of mind was far gone.
"Condescending? Who me? I'm just the way I've always been." Reflecting on a long ago memory of a punk kid guarding a gang lord and pissing off a group of mages in the process, Conan couldn't help but venture a rare smile.
"A good answer. Who knows, maybe you'll live long enough, that in my retirement I'll come stop by to call you Crone, watch the youngsters push you down a flight of stairs... I'll see to those jobs when we have the manpower.. If they don't like it, they can do it themselves. Though there is one more issue that if solved, I would be eternally grateful for...the sooner the better.."
Arba would know what he meant by that. And it was true, the man's loyalty and even most of his life, to be such a terrible father by his own judgement, centered around his family. If Arba could keep that promise, then he would likely do whatever was asked of him. After he took care of who made his wife end up like that...though whoever it was, once he finally learned of it, there would be no safe haven in all of Earthland for them to hide.. Gods, Dragons and Demons be damned, there would be no escape.
Getting back on the topic of business his taunting nature vanishes, though its clear where Alma had picked it up from.
"Ser Gustav will find this is the best vacation of his life... As to the council, I doubt its more than Politics. We've risen up enough that next month you'll be invited to a dinner party." Giving a nod to Eliarte, Conan never interacted with them much, often. From what he observed, she seemed mostly sleepy, wanting to be on her own, and reading... was she reading very boring romance novels? Conan pondered this, as true to form, she attempts to escape again. But this time it was cut short.
"Come, Loki. Sooner this is over, the sooner you can go back to your vile pranks and eaves dropping.." With a disappointed sounding voice, and a wave of his left hand, Conan beckons the small girl to follow him.
"Maybe if you do well enough I really will see about having Alma make you something."
Bowing lightly to Arba, with hand on sword for travel, Conan says one last line as Arba heads away.
"Master Arba, once this is done I'll return to deal with some other tasks. I plan to leave now." Looking at Loki, the only thing Conan needed was some minor food supplies, his money and guild book were already on his person, and his cloak was on hand to beat back the cold. Loki he assumed would be similarly prepared. If not they could get what they needed at the coach station.
As the pair exit from another flooring, Conan stares at Loki mulling when to tell her of the mission. Here on the main floor would not do. "Are you ready to travel for two days Loki? I doubt we need more than three, though I'm getting my passport renewed after this.. We'll meet the Contact at a café on Akane beach, the details I'll cover over in the coach." To the point and coarse with his words, Conan's rigid gaze remains pointed forward, there would be no distractions.
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