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As he happily let the tattooed vixen snuggle into his arms, Alwyn relaxed a little. After an initial challenge, he seemed to be fitting in, and his offer of the vixen to the other todd seemed to have smoothed things over. He likely would not be invited to the inner circle of things for a while, but, if he kept coming here over time, he would likely be brought into the fold. The information he really wanted was likely upstairs the manager’s room, the ledger for the place and any letters that the nobility backing these groups might have sent, but he had time to get that without violence or trying to pull off some kind of stealth mission. Of course, they would not be so stupid as to directly fund the supremacists, likely using multiple layers of intermediaries, but every layer they could peel back-and prove-was valuable. Connect enough dots, and the Empress would have what she needed.
And who knows, maybe that vixen will get Daniil out of his shell. It’s a little odd he does not have a wife for his age, or, really, that he has not had any vixenfriends, but we can start with a little company at first and get him out of his shell. Aunt Vaelora would not have wanted him to be alone forever.
Alwyn gave the todd an approving nod as he talked about his first kill, although internally he was beginning to hate these beasts already. He was not a saint, but he did not enjoy killing, and his time in Amarone had left him something of a genuine patriot-the murder of the innocent Fogey doing his job did not set well with him. Amélie was wicked smart and ruthless, but she was (generally) just and her reasoning for the why the Imperium had to move the way it did was sound-at least as far as he knew of matters of governance.
Just before he was going to reply, however, a commotion erupted at the table with Daniil and Caden.
What in the actual Kitsune’s Fluffy Tails?
A look of shock flashed across Alwyn’s face as normally his mild-mannered and reserved cousin snapped and even threatened to strike Veltra. He had never seen his cousin do that before, except when he ruminated on the murderer of his mother. What the hell had the vixen said? He had been too far away to hear exactly what had passed between them as his attention turned toward his new “friend”, but it had seemed to start off well-enough.
At the suggestion his cousin was some kind of dandy, Alwyn almost struck out the todd right then and there, barely able to hide his emotions despite his years in the Guard, the embers of his fury flaring up at the insult towards his cousin. Daniil was a different kind of masculine but that did not make automatically him such, not that Alwyn had anything against such beasts-and surely his cousin would have told him? They were close. The suggestion that he was one just because he suffered from trauma…
He did not have further time to ruminate as the mood in the bar changed from relaxed to tense yet again, and he could tell that there was some kind of negative “intar-sehc-tohnal-ity” going on here with this group. He had found such talk painfully boring in all honesty as he listened to the MinoNice’s reports to the Empress while on guard duty, but maybe there was something to their theory. The typical Vulpine Supremacist crowd did not like free and equal mustelids and woodlanders since they considered that to be unnatural, likewise, it made sense they would include “prissies” as the todd called it to that as well.
Things were going to escalate, and he did not think he would be able to smooth things over this time. The mission was to get those documents and the ledger, and the mission came first, but he was not going to let Daniil suffer any harm, and, while he did not know Caden particularly well, he liked him too.
He glanced over at the tavern crowd, and did not like the odds in a conventional fight in such a crowded space. If it were in the open, with room to maneuver, or a small chokepoint, he, Daniil, and Caden could do various different tactics, but this was the worst of both worlds. Big enough for the latter to be hard to pull off, small enough for the former to be impractical. While he knew the three of them were more skilled than any of the crowd individually, they could grapple them and drag them down quite easily here with the numbers. He had to find some way to get them to a better position, and he doubted they would be able to fight their way out the door, so he had to get some control of the situation.
“I need to relieve meself, but once that is done, we can start. Make sure you get some beasts to block off the door so they can’t skip away. Dandies are just as bad as the others in my book.” He replied, voice low as he excused himself from the vixen with remorse, and made his way towards the back of the tavern, mind racing, grabbing his polearm as he did so as to not leave it unattended.
Kitsune damn it Daniil, why are you and Caden here of all places? If you needed money to go to a better place, you could have came to me. You know I would have covered it if you just wanted to go to dinner with a friend.
And who knows, maybe that vixen will get Daniil out of his shell. It’s a little odd he does not have a wife for his age, or, really, that he has not had any vixenfriends, but we can start with a little company at first and get him out of his shell. Aunt Vaelora would not have wanted him to be alone forever.
Alwyn gave the todd an approving nod as he talked about his first kill, although internally he was beginning to hate these beasts already. He was not a saint, but he did not enjoy killing, and his time in Amarone had left him something of a genuine patriot-the murder of the innocent Fogey doing his job did not set well with him. Amélie was wicked smart and ruthless, but she was (generally) just and her reasoning for the why the Imperium had to move the way it did was sound-at least as far as he knew of matters of governance.
Just before he was going to reply, however, a commotion erupted at the table with Daniil and Caden.
What in the actual Kitsune’s Fluffy Tails?
A look of shock flashed across Alwyn’s face as normally his mild-mannered and reserved cousin snapped and even threatened to strike Veltra. He had never seen his cousin do that before, except when he ruminated on the murderer of his mother. What the hell had the vixen said? He had been too far away to hear exactly what had passed between them as his attention turned toward his new “friend”, but it had seemed to start off well-enough.
At the suggestion his cousin was some kind of dandy, Alwyn almost struck out the todd right then and there, barely able to hide his emotions despite his years in the Guard, the embers of his fury flaring up at the insult towards his cousin. Daniil was a different kind of masculine but that did not make automatically him such, not that Alwyn had anything against such beasts-and surely his cousin would have told him? They were close. The suggestion that he was one just because he suffered from trauma…
He did not have further time to ruminate as the mood in the bar changed from relaxed to tense yet again, and he could tell that there was some kind of negative “intar-sehc-tohnal-ity” going on here with this group. He had found such talk painfully boring in all honesty as he listened to the MinoNice’s reports to the Empress while on guard duty, but maybe there was something to their theory. The typical Vulpine Supremacist crowd did not like free and equal mustelids and woodlanders since they considered that to be unnatural, likewise, it made sense they would include “prissies” as the todd called it to that as well.
Things were going to escalate, and he did not think he would be able to smooth things over this time. The mission was to get those documents and the ledger, and the mission came first, but he was not going to let Daniil suffer any harm, and, while he did not know Caden particularly well, he liked him too.
He glanced over at the tavern crowd, and did not like the odds in a conventional fight in such a crowded space. If it were in the open, with room to maneuver, or a small chokepoint, he, Daniil, and Caden could do various different tactics, but this was the worst of both worlds. Big enough for the latter to be hard to pull off, small enough for the former to be impractical. While he knew the three of them were more skilled than any of the crowd individually, they could grapple them and drag them down quite easily here with the numbers. He had to find some way to get them to a better position, and he doubted they would be able to fight their way out the door, so he had to get some control of the situation.
“I need to relieve meself, but once that is done, we can start. Make sure you get some beasts to block off the door so they can’t skip away. Dandies are just as bad as the others in my book.” He replied, voice low as he excused himself from the vixen with remorse, and made his way towards the back of the tavern, mind racing, grabbing his polearm as he did so as to not leave it unattended.
Kitsune damn it Daniil, why are you and Caden here of all places? If you needed money to go to a better place, you could have came to me. You know I would have covered it if you just wanted to go to dinner with a friend.
