<Sadurean> Sadurean is just heading up his walk, feeling a bit better after Devregon visited last night. Telling someone about what had happened eased his stress considerably, and the man had told him he would handle warning the others. That was a huge relief by itself. The bard pulls out his key, fumbling to get the door unlocked with one hand while juggling his leather folio of papers to deal with over the weekend. The guild may have been
<Sadurean> guild may have been concerned, but the boy is taking the teaching job seriously enough, though it's been difficult with his arm broken.
<Jayda> Oddly enough, the door isn't locked. In fact, once he gets himself sorted out he may even realize it's not quite latched, just sort of pushed to. There's even a fire in the hearth in the livingroom, and an unfortunately familiar figure standing in front of it with her back to the door. The collar of her coat is turned up, but that doesn't prevent Durean from realizing she's inspecting a variety of items located in the room. And
<Jayda> the room. And were those papers in her hands? His? Hers? Ah, that was a good question.
<Sadurean> Discovering his home broken into isn't met with immediate panic, afterall, he does have Osonea staying in an extra room and it's possible the man may have left the door ajar. Unlikely, but possible. "Kynian?" He calls as he steps in, eyes glancing around until he sees -her-. His expression goes cold, his stance rigid as he stares at her. "You have no right to be here.. get out!" He demands, temper flaring. The woman murder
<Sadurean> flaring. The woman murdered his father and now she's standing in his living room.
<Jayda> Ahh, redirecting blame. So lovely. Sure, it was her plan, but she didn't give the order, nor did she commit the dead. She was just the person he could find to blame. It was all the same to her, though, and really did make her job easier. "I have every right, boy." Which was technically true, too, if the boy wanted to press the issue legally... which she doubted. She didn't turn to face him but spared him a glance over her
<Jayda> glance over her shoulder before returning her attention to the papers in her hands. After a moment she'd wad one up and toss it idly in the fire.
* Sadurean shoves the door closed, not stupid enough to leave it wide open if the woman isn't going to budge. He hurries into the room, anger on his face. "What is that? What do you want?" It's strange that he doesn't harbor that same deep-rooted fear of her that Mendrick has instilled. Of course, Mendrick has the magic to command his will.. Jayda can't control him in such a fashion. "This is my home!"
<Jayda> "It seems to be lacking a woman's touch. I was expecting a bit... more." She only turned marginally to face him as she motioned vaguely with her hand to indicate the house. Of course she had that long-bladed beast of a sword slung across her back, as usual, but the bard tended to fail to exhibit any sense.
* Sadurean tries to peer past her and see what the papers are that she's holding. "Well, you robbed my father of everything he had before you killed him.. Give me back some of the money and I'll find more furnishings." He's not going to confirm or deny Evi's presence. No need to get on the topic of his absent wife.
* Jayda made a faint tsking noise at the young man, shaking her head slightly. "I mearely offered your father a choice. I'm not surprised you can't accept that." Finally she turned to regard him, the faintest of smiles curling her thin lips. "Regardless, I wanted to thank you for your assistance of late. It has been most helpful."
* Sadurean glares at her coldly, sorely tempted to try and club the woman with the cast on his arm. It's hard.. it could hurt a person. Of course, it wouldn't probably hurt him more in the long run since the plaster cast is there for a reason. He reaches for the papers she's holding, worried that it might be something of his that she's carelessly tossing into the fire. "Well you can leave. I don't know anything else, they know that I
<Sadurean> else, they know that I was the one that betrayed them." He says, then gasps as he sees pages of his compositions mixed in with the papers she's holding.
<Jayda> "Oh do they? Thank you. Perhaps we can take care of some of your pesky hospitalization bills..." Her grin was still in place, and she maintained her grip on the papers. He could either fight for them, rip them, or give up on them. She was certainly enjoying this.
<Sadurean> "My bills? I paid my bills.. That's my -work-!" He growls in frustration, trying to get the papers away from her without much success. The woman is swiftly raising his ire with her games.. of course, her very presence is enough of an affront. The rest is simply added fuel to the fire. "How much did you burn?!" His eyes glance over to the fireplace.. the fact that such a merry blaze is crackling suggests she's been around for a
<Sadurean> she's been around for a while.
<Jayda> It's hard to say really how much she'd burned, seeing as there's already a significant amount of ash in the grate, but truth be known, she waited to start burning it until she knew he was home. More effective that way, after all. She simply smirks at him then releases her hold on the papers. "Then rest assured the next time you need the help of the Galens, you'll not receive a request for payment." She straightens her hat on
<Jayda> straightens her hat on her haid and offers one last insultingly smug smirk at the bard before turning away from him to walk towards the door.
<Sadurean> As soon as she slackens her grip he pulls the papers to hold close against his chest. "Why?? I don't want your help! Stay out of my life! Why can't you just leave me alone?" She's heading for the door then, and it occurs to him that she might leave before he gets a chance to do what he really wants. He moves for the office, the pistol hidden behind some books on a shelf. "Do you think your people will -ever- be welcome here?
<Sadurean> -ever- be welcome here? If you do you're a fool!" He calls as he tosses the papers to the floor and shoves the books aside, snatching for the pistol.
<Jayda> Either Jayda didn't find the gun, or she wasn't worried about it as it's still there when Sadurean looks for it. Meanwhile, the woman pauses at the door, calling over her shoulder after him, "If the people of Sinari are smart, yes, we will be." You don't piss off people who can starve your town, after all.
* Sadurean is still wearing his heavy fur-lined cloak, and holds the flintlock weapon out of view as he walks purposefully back out to the living room, approaching her slowly. His hand is trembling, his nerves on edge. He'll only get one shot, but he's wanted this vengence for so long. He barely hears his own words as he speaks, his blood pulsing loudly in his ears. "Everyone hates the Ourani. They hate your laws, they hate your sold
<Sadurean> they hate your soldiers, they hate the nimodo.. they hate -you-." He carefully cocks back the hammer, imagining the click to be far louder than it actually is. He's trying to goad her closer, wanting a shot that won't miss. It's the only chance he has.
* Jayda turns a little more as he continues, the grin again playing at her lips. It's hard to say if she notices his arm lifting the weapon or not as she simply speaks in the same subtly mocking tone that she always uses. "Then they're idiots and will die."
<Sadurean> "So will you." He says coldly, throwing back the cloak and pointing the weapon right at her chest. He squeezes the trigger, silently praying that the gun will fire. The loud bang as the powder ignites is nearly deafening, piercing his eardrums. Perhaps he had been a bit overzealous in packing the blackpowder in when he loaded the pistol, maybe it's just -that- loud.
<Jayda> If she was surprised, it was hard to say as smoke clouded the air and blurred the woman from his sight. There's no thud of a body, but there is a sharp intake of breath followed by silence. There's no sound of a door opening, no sound of footsteps, and there's certainly no breeze to clear the powder smoke from the room faster, but eventually it will fade and Jayda won't be there. Perhaps, though, if Sadurean is zealous enough wit
<Jayda> zealous enough with his investigation, he'll find a small spatter of blood on the door, and a few more drops on the floor, the only testiment to the fact that he'd hit anything at all with his shot.
* Sadurean stands motionless, his hand shaking as he mentally wills the ringing to fade from his ears. He takes a few steps back when the smoke doesn't immediately clear, horrified that he might have missed even at that close of range. He doesn't dare take his eyes from the slowly spreading cloud of smoke lest she sneak away. When it finally does begin to disperse and the door can be clearly seen still closed, with no body or sign of J
<Sadurean> no body or sign of Jayda at all, his anger is replaced with panicked fear. There's no way she could have gotten out without him noticing! The bard creeps forward to the door, slowly pulling it open to look outside, but there's nothing. He presses it closed again, eyes sweeping the area again. The blood on the floor catches his attention and he carefully searches. When he finds nothing more than the evidence on the door, he retreats back to his office, his face drained of color. Devregon had said he would offer the boy a place to hide.. maybe he should take the man up on that offer.
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