On other news, after a large celebration last week for House Dakani of Oris, here comes a gruesome misfortune. The DNA analysis has confirmed that the two bodies in the yacht crashed this morning are those of Carthat Dakani and his fiancee Inara Khavarr. The exact reasons of the crashing are still unknown, but the Ministry of Internal Order has disregarded a chance of a terrorist attack on the surface of Athra itself, and has filed this as an accident. Preliminary analyses predict that it was caused by a faulty antigravitation module. It also seems that late Inara Khavarr was in her mid terms of pregnancy, yet we are still awaiting confirmation. Back to you, Namiriel.
Leopold pressed the button on the remote control, switching the holowall off and stepping over towards his terrace. The deal was done. He had already contacted Lucius, and all was arranged. He will swear vassalage to the House Vindictus and take over the position of the governer of Emyadalad region as a Holder. A sizeable payment check, but one well deserved, he thought.
Click.
Leopold narrowed his eye and quickly turned. There was someone on the terrace, a silhouette of female constitution, holding a butane lighter in her hand and flicking it open and closed. He shrugged, leaving his wine glass on the terrace table.
Click.
The woman closed the lighter, tucking it in the pocket of her flightjacket. An intricate design, one Leopold saw before... somewhere, but he couldn't seem to remember where. She took a slow step forward and pulled her hands together.
Clap.
The woman came closer, and now he could see she was Achuran. With every step her hands clapped, into a freaky applause.
Well done, Caine-haan. Well done.
Leopold twitched a bit. There was something about her making him uneasy.
Who are you?
She laughed, outstretching a hand towards him.
Someone sent by someone who can make good use of your abilities. Come with me...
I'll explain along the way.
Leopold pressed the button on the remote control, switching the holowall off and stepping over towards his terrace. The deal was done. He had already contacted Lucius, and all was arranged. He will swear vassalage to the House Vindictus and take over the position of the governer of Emyadalad region as a Holder. A sizeable payment check, but one well deserved, he thought.
Click.
Leopold narrowed his eye and quickly turned. There was someone on the terrace, a silhouette of female constitution, holding a butane lighter in her hand and flicking it open and closed. He shrugged, leaving his wine glass on the terrace table.
Click.
The woman closed the lighter, tucking it in the pocket of her flightjacket. An intricate design, one Leopold saw before... somewhere, but he couldn't seem to remember where. She took a slow step forward and pulled her hands together.
Clap.
The woman came closer, and now he could see she was Achuran. With every step her hands clapped, into a freaky applause.
Well done, Caine-haan. Well done.
Leopold twitched a bit. There was something about her making him uneasy.
Who are you?
She laughed, outstretching a hand towards him.
Someone sent by someone who can make good use of your abilities. Come with me...
I'll explain along the way.
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