Returning to the Past.

~ from a darkened corner near their table a voice comes from under a hood of dove grey, it is lows and deep, with a sound like a low fire burning in the hearth underneath~

You could do worse in life than to have a man like the Wyrmslayer as a freind Lady Carthallion, Much blood have we shed together, and I would trust the dragonslayer almost as I would trust my own blade.~

=Kinsen remains seated as Angel resumes her seat and speaks. He watches her expression, her movements, the whole time his eyes a bright liquid silver color, the crescent on his face a deep crimson. He nods slowly, lost in though a moment as she finishes speaking. after a long silence, he looks up, and nods to her. "AYe, My Queen, you're right. It is a poor queen that does not draw the line where it should be. aye, and a queen all the more poor that does not allow herself mistakes. you are human, and fallible. And there is nothing wrong with either of those things." he sighs softly, fighting for his words. "The kingdom, it is your child. and I am her brother. You swore yourself to her people, as have I. we bear the same burden, only I am far less scrutinized for this." he brushes a hand along the white cloak of the dragon knights, where it reaches his shoulder, and nods. "We did not make an easy vow." he nods, more to himself than anything else, and casts a quick glance to Catona as if to draw from his strength. "I cannot speak for our king, or for this...Duke Ralean...but I can say only this, that you'll do what you must, when you can, because you have no other choice" he looks at her, nodding to her again. "I can't speak as to the loneliness, only that we all make the sacrifices we must to our duty, and perhaps...and perhaps when we must, we re-examine our duty, to see perhaps where it stands. Because it is our duty, does not always make it right." he looks down uneasily.

As the voice speaks up, Kinsen's eyes snap up and his hand instinctively moves to the mace at his hip. he looks at the stranger, and nods calmly. "Who is this wyrmslayer? And who, perhaps are you, to be intimate enough with our conversation to put a voice to your concerns?"=

=Catona turns his head slowly to the stranger making no unnecessary movements. "Identify yourself, please." his voice is even, edged with steel, and just loud enough to be heard.=

~ with a subtle move a small silver and onyx broach slides across the table to rest in the light where they can see it. It is a rose of silver with the petals marked out in onyx, crossing the stem is a golden bow~

Your Duke Ralean is the Wyrmslayer, though he was no duke when last we met. And as for me, Verran Dracos, your King's huntsman.

~ The broach disappears back into the folds of the cloak~

And next time you wish to go out unnoticed, I would suggest you not allow your escort to wear the white cloak, the furs are too out of place for this realm.

*Kinsen had said some amazing things, and she had listened with great interest to his advice, drinking up every moment of it. Occassionally, she'd nod to indicate that she'd understood. Angel opened her mouth to reply, deeply touched by his shared love of Aurora.

But the voiced over intrusion caused Angel to blink, and glance quickly towards Verran. His words about Ralean caused her to smile slightly. Unfortunately, any questions she had, was squashed by Kinsen and Catona doing their job.

Angel's eyes carefully viewed over the broach as it was casually displayed, those blue hues widening, impressed.

Her hand reached out, indicating that she was okay with this gentleman, that she didn't feel threatened, even if she was secretly on guard and alert.*

"We were just leaving, Mr Dracos. How come you have found us here? Is everything alright?"

*She used caution, since who knows who this man really could have been. Angel wasn't naive enough to think that imposters didn't exist.*

=Catona nods his head at the appearance of the brooch. "The Hunter. Well met, Verran Dracos." he looks to Kinsen and offers a short nod to signify ease, turning back to watch the hunter carefully with his unblinking emerald eyes=

=Kinsen looks at the emblem with a slight nod, and back to the stranger, still on guard, catching Catona's nod and returning it with brief acknowledgment, turning back to the stranger and awaiting his response to ANgel's question=

~ nods~

Everything is fine Lady Carthallion, I arrived here this evening and simply chose this location for a drink. The Black Rose sent for me, and one does not keep his sword waiting.

*Angel nodded and leaned forward with a warm smile and a hand shake.*

"Well met, Verran, its a pleasure to meet you. Care to join us for the ride home? No doubt there would be a few who are pleased to see you in Icehold..and of course,no doubt Ralean himself, perhaps?"

*She casually rose from her seat again, getting ready to leave and heading towards the door. In her mind, she had questions for the hunter, but now was not the time or place.*

~ rises to his feet.~

I will travel with you gladly, the smell of this place sickens me. I need to get to the colder air soon or I will never get the stench off of me.

~ slings a large duffle over his shoulder, the sounds of metal moving hinting at its content. He then slings his bow, currently draped in a dark bag as well over his freee shoulder~

I am ready when you are.