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"You have need of my services Ma'am?" the dark-garbed inquisitor stepped from the shadows of the Queen's private study, her cowl falling away to reveal an ageless face, at once beautiful and unsettling. She moved with the calm economy of a skilled hunter. | "You have need of my services Ma'am?" the dark-garbed inquisitor stepped from the shadows of the Queen's private study, her cowl falling away to reveal an ageless face, at once beautiful and unsettling. She moved with the calm economy of a skilled hunter. | ||
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| Fame | 40 |
| Wealth | 19485 |
| Home Region | Ashforth |
| Home World | East Continent |
12th May
Summer Day - Marpii
Aibhlidhn Dubhaine
"You have need of my services Ma'am?" the dark-garbed inquisitor stepped from the shadows of the Queen's private study, her cowl falling away to reveal an ageless face, at once beautiful and unsettling. She moved with the calm economy of a skilled hunter.
"My messenger found you then," it was a statement rather than a question. Aibhlidhn looked up from her correspondence, quill poised mid-sentence, the faint creases of a smile forming as she did so.
"More to the point, I found him. Or at least what was left of him," the inquisitor shrugged open her cloak, hand resting gently on the hilt of her wolfshead blade. Her gaze alighted on a crystal decanter, "May I?"
"Help yourself," the Queen settled her quill in its ornate silver holder, pushing her chair back and stretching the stiffness from her shoulders.
The clink of crystal was followed by the gentle glug of brandy being poured. A generously filled glass appeared on the Queen's desk.
"Your hand's as heavy as ever I see," Aibhlidhn lifted the glass and swirled its contents, watching the candlelight scatter through the dark liquor before taking a mouthful.
"It gets a lot of practice in Your Majesty's service," her visitor was already pouring herself a second glass, "So I assume you've heard of events in the South?"
"There's little else the great and the good will talk about," Aibhlidhn stood and pulled a velvet cord, summoning her valet, "But we should eat before discussing that. We may not have another chance for some months."
