* Jayda had her suspicions about what it was that the young bard Sadurean Avinash was really doing all the way up in Ama'til. What he'd been doing was of little consequence now, though, as he wouldn't be accomplishing it. Presently, the remarkably ordinary woman was seated behind a desk in a room that had been well appointed and was now converted to serve as her office. Some of the decorations remained, and it was clear that t
<Jayda> clear that the house had belonged to an affluent family before the Ourani had... commandeered it. There were several stacks of papers in front of her, one of which listed the contents of Sadurean's room as well as all objects found to have writing of any kind on them. Soon enough a pair of guards would be bringing the young Sinari native to see her, and while she waited she was the image of patience, short hair combed car
<Jayda> ...and while she waited she was the image of patience, short hair combed carefully away from her face, high-collared uniform crisp with scarlet, clawed dragons embroidered on either shoulder, flanking her collar, and also over her heart.
* Sadurean is looking more himself. A bath and clean clothes go a long way. His hair is obviously still cut short, something he seems entirely unsure how to manage since it's been long for so long. He did his best to smooth it back despite it seeming to have a mind of it's own. When the guards bring him to the room to face Jayda he gives an audible sigh, the beginning's of a defensive facade. He could show the fear, or hide it a
<Sadurean> or hide it and possibly wheedle his way out of this situation.
<Jayda> "Good evening Mister Avinash." She squared a stack of pages then folded her gloved hands carefully on the desk, inclining her head slightly to indicate the chair facing her. "Take a seat if you would. I'd prefer to keep this short..." and her tone suggested that she doubted it would be, but she would endevour for that outcome regardless. At least there were no vissible slender rods of wood in the room, and Sadurean m
<Jayda> Sadurean may find that encouraging.
* Sadurean will glance around, blue eyes skimming over his surroundings, and then he eases down into the chair. He can only assume she wants something, and he simply needs to figure out what it is that's keeping him alive so he can make sure he doesn't give it to her. He slouches back into the seat comfortably, propping a booted foot up onto the edge of the desk with a small smile. "I bet." He says.
<Jayda> "You can call me Jayda Stone if you have need to speak to me or of me." She still didn't quite seem to be getting to the meat of the matter, and she straightened another stack of papers before lifting sheets that Sadurean would recognize. They had a musical staff drawn on them with notes that Jayda assumed were songs. Of course she would have them copied, just to be on the safe side. "Are these your own songs, or songs
<Jayda> songs you've learned?" Clearly she didn't recognize the titles of them, or perhaps she simply wanted him to believe that to be true.
<Sadurean> "Jayda.. You know, Ryn'an is looking for you." When she asks about the music he just shrugs, "Are you a musician?" He asks, lofting a thick black brow. "If you want me to sing for you, forget it. You tried to cripple me." As if he needs to remind her of what she did to him. There could be no greater crime to a bard.
<Jayda> "I'm quite certain the Captain is indeed looking for me. And I didn't break your fingers. That was the work of anotehr woman I'm sure you know." The music is set aside and Jayda still seems as impasive as she was when he first entered. "Why are you really in Ama'til?"
<Sadurean> "You paid her to do it.. same difference. I told you why I'm here. I'm just heading north. I hate the Watch, and since your people decided to attack this city I was never going to be free of the duty. I just want to write music." He doesn't have to fiegn all of his feelings in that statement, and the smiles are gone.
<Jayda> "You could also say it was your cousin who did it as he very easilly could have spared you." It was clear that Sadurean wasn't going to get anywhere playing word games with the woman, and it seemed like she could keep it up all day if necessary. "Of course you must understand that I cannot accept that you simply chose to flee Sinari. I can only assume that you're acting as a spy, and as such you would be executed." WO
<Jayda> executed." WOuld, not will. It was a subtle point, but Sadurean may catch it.
<Sadurean> His face tightens at the mention of Ryn'an's unwillingness to bargain. He smirks then, when she goes on, "A spy? Yeah.. sure. I came up here armed with a belt knife and a bunch of music because I'm really acting as a spy. Did it ever occur to you that I don't want anything to do with the damned military? You're the spy.. you tell me. Do I look like some sort of secret operative?" He rolls his eyes. Oh, he heard the diff
<Sadurean> heard the difference, which means he definately has something she wants. He'll play the game as long as he can.
<Jayda> "It doesn't matter if you are or not, Sadurean. If I say you're a spy, you will be executed. Of course, there are better uses for you, and if those fail, well, the noose keeps quite well." She lifts a different page from teh desk and examines it briefly. "Your father Kaden Avinash is one of the nobles that moved to SInari, correct?" Was that enough of a hint for Sadurean? It was hard to say.
* Sadurean scowls, crossing his arms over his chest as he lets his foot drop to the floor. "You know, I've never done a damned thing to you. I'm not a spy. Do you see any evidence that I am? .. what does my father have to do with anything? He hates me." He's sounding bitter and recalcitrant.
* Jayda simply ignored Sadurean's complaints and protests. They weren't going to get him anywhere because what she wanted of Sadurean was nothing that he could deliver. "If he hates you, then you'll only live perhaps another week, two at the most. If he does not, you'll be returned to Sinari whole and unharmed." That was a simple way to put it, of course, and it left out a lot of details, but it was the general gyst of the
<Jayda> gyst of the situation. "Now tell me about the man who accompanied you from Sinari."
* Sadurean chews on that in silence for a long time, considering what she's saying and not sure if he likes this arrangement. "Just let me go.. He's not going to care. He disowned me." More of a plea than a complaint at this point, he doesn't expect his father to do much. "The man was just some old fool I met on the docks. I figured he would make it easier to get through the gates.."
<Jayda> "It's regretable that you feel your lies will get you somewhere. I alredy know that both of you arrived here on the same ship and both of you came from Sinari." The captain was more than willing to share what he knew about the pair when he was faced with losing his ship and his life, and while it didn't paint a complete picture, Jayda didn't need all the details for what she wanted. It was easiest to assume they were spie
<Jayda> were spies and kill them if they weren't useful then to actually try to sort anything out. She watched him with a bland expression, waiting to see how he'd react. Poor Sadurean, he was outclassed.
<Sadurean> "
* Sadurean isn't sure what to say at this point. Admitting to being a spy won't help his situation any. His eyes wander the room again, mind trying to find some way to spin this to his advantage. He had planned out a lot of possible scenarios in his head, but running into Jayda was not one of them. He lets out a quiet sigh of dismay. "My father -hates- me. You might as well not bother."
<Jayda> "You wish so much to die?" She arched an eyebrow at him, his avoidance of the questions enough to confirm her suspicions. "I could give the order this moment, but alas, there are some things we value more than killing you. Perhaps this man who came from Sinari with you, perhaps he does not wish to see you die. If he is just a stranger you met, then I'm sure you will have your wish in time." And from yet another stack
<Jayda> stack of pages Jayda lifts a sturdy piece of parchment. "Do you bear a personal seal?" She slid the page before Sadurean and produced an inkwell and a quill from a drawer of the desk.
<Sadurean> "No, I don't want to die, but that's the only option you ever give me so what's the point? Why should I tell you anything if you're just going to kill me?" He growls in anger. "Do you see me wearing any rings?" He holds his hands up in display, his temper fueling his feelings once more. "What's that for? My last requests? You think anything I write will convince him?" He slides his chair forward to stare down at the
<Sadurean> stare down at the blank paper.
<Jayda> "Anything you write will convince him that his son was alive at least long enough to put ink to page, yes? So." She set the well and quill down within reach of Sadurean and again folded her hands. "Please, sign the bottom of the page."
* Sadurean takes the quill and dips it in the ink, then hold it motionless over the jar to let the excess drip back in slowly. His eyes lift to give her a considerably dirty look before he shifts his attention to the parchment and scrawls his name at the bottom is a rather decorative signature. He considers what he could write, some way to send a message to Evi without jeapordizing her safety. Then it occurs to him. "I guess I
<Sadurean> "I guess I could try.." He says, though he doesn't sound convinced. The message he writes, "Father, I know you'll never forgive me, but I will always love you. You are my family and all I have in this world. When you are angry, know that I left to do what I had to do. I hope you can understand that."
* Jayda arches an eyebrow at the letter, then once he's signed it she'll take the page away and place another before him. "Now write what I tell you." It was a simple message, really, very basic, and if Sadurean did cooperate, he would then be asked to sign one plank page... just in case she had need of something else.
* Sadurean does as she asks, quiet while he follows her instruction. At least he didn't give away any secrets. He highly doubts he'll get out of this alive. The woman sentenced him to death once before and he's quite sure she'll do it again.
<Jayda> The message he transcribed simply stated that he was being treated well and that he had comfortable living arangements and that he was quartered with several other young nobles, named rather than refered to by their positions. ANd once he'd finished? The guards would be summoned and Jayda would see him escorted back to his room, offering him a polite "good day" as he was lead away.
* Sadurean grumbles under his breath, but there's really nothing he can do. The woman isn't going to give him any quarter and he certainly can't fight his way out. Maybe she'll choke on her breakfast one morning or something. He can hope.
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