WetHawk
One Thousand Club
Valerie did not know what to say in the conversation. Most of the others were far more magically capable than she, and when discussing the topic of slavery, the young well-raised noble girl did not have a clue what to say without sounding entirely foolish in front of Magnolia, who had to suffer through the experience for a great deal of time. A saying of her Grandfather's came to mind as Valerie listened to the conversation. A good speaker always knows what to say, but a great speaker knows that there are times when it should be nothing.
As the magical doorway opened and the finely dressed human mage stepped out from it, however, Valerie's eyes widened slightly at the magical display before they focused on his mage pin. Wow... this man truly must be quite powerful. Valerie waited for the moment to be able to politely introduce herself to the man but unfortunately, it seemed that the mood had rapidly turned sour as the wizard's eyes fell on Lestone. Seeing the sparks begin to fly, Valerie quickly took a few steps forward to interject herself into the situation. "Pardon me Master Accmour, but if I may-" The warlock's nerves rose as she stood slightly too close for comfort, but she gave the man a look that held a hint of contrition.. "My deepest apologies for the interruption, Master, but I do not believe that we have had the pleasure. My name is Valerie Rhitegast, and I served a key role in helping to negotiate a manner to instill a measure of order in the Sea's antics. I say this not to boast, but to beg of you this one request."
Valerie took half a step back and gestured towards Lestone with her right hand, the ring on her finger almost seeming to be tugging her slightly as she did so. "The story to this man, Lestone, is truly a tragic tale. He was a man that sought only to help the people of Porthca, but was betrayed by the Sea's misinterpretation of a contract he made on the behalf of the city and was left to rot for centuries bound entirely to her will. The only debt that I personally would ask of you is compassion for a victim that suffered just the same as those bound by that foul magical creation on the table there, forced to serve as the Sea's personal executioner. Has he not suffered enough as is?" Soft, hazel brown eyes looked up imploringly to Master Accmour as Valerie awaited his response, now feeling a hint of concern for her own life as well as Lestone's.
As the magical doorway opened and the finely dressed human mage stepped out from it, however, Valerie's eyes widened slightly at the magical display before they focused on his mage pin. Wow... this man truly must be quite powerful. Valerie waited for the moment to be able to politely introduce herself to the man but unfortunately, it seemed that the mood had rapidly turned sour as the wizard's eyes fell on Lestone. Seeing the sparks begin to fly, Valerie quickly took a few steps forward to interject herself into the situation. "Pardon me Master Accmour, but if I may-" The warlock's nerves rose as she stood slightly too close for comfort, but she gave the man a look that held a hint of contrition.. "My deepest apologies for the interruption, Master, but I do not believe that we have had the pleasure. My name is Valerie Rhitegast, and I served a key role in helping to negotiate a manner to instill a measure of order in the Sea's antics. I say this not to boast, but to beg of you this one request."
Valerie took half a step back and gestured towards Lestone with her right hand, the ring on her finger almost seeming to be tugging her slightly as she did so. "The story to this man, Lestone, is truly a tragic tale. He was a man that sought only to help the people of Porthca, but was betrayed by the Sea's misinterpretation of a contract he made on the behalf of the city and was left to rot for centuries bound entirely to her will. The only debt that I personally would ask of you is compassion for a victim that suffered just the same as those bound by that foul magical creation on the table there, forced to serve as the Sea's personal executioner. Has he not suffered enough as is?" Soft, hazel brown eyes looked up imploringly to Master Accmour as Valerie awaited his response, now feeling a hint of concern for her own life as well as Lestone's.