Open The Rain Pours Down in Sheets, but Blood Flows Thicker Than Water

[Silvertongue Songfox]

"I may be a noblebeast, but I will never claim any title Alkamar would grant me. Not that they would. Even if my father were no beggar, he was from the Imperium. I'm sure there is some sort of legal impossibility. On top of that, it's clear my mother has other plans for me." Silvertongue scowled at the weasel.

The weasel sneered back at him in return. "Je sais que tu es trop doux pour me tuer, Songfox. Alors pourquoi ne pas me laisser partir?"

"That's Lord Songfox to you." Silvertongue retorted. "And yes, I won't kill you. I want you to slink back to Alkamar with a message for my mother. LEAVE ME ALONE."

The weasel nodded, and bowed his head. "Comme vous l'ordonnez, mon Seigneur. Il vous suffit de me détacher, et je disparaîtrai comme un voleur dans la nuit."

Silvertongue looked to Kaii and Arie. "Release him, please." He pulled out his lute. "I'll make certain he pulls no trick on us."

 

[Kaii Nashirou]

Kaii wasn't too fond of the idea, neither was Arie. The two nodded at one another but decided to not go against the wish of the one that was truly in peril here.

Kaii with a gesture that formed an arcane symbol in the air that reshaped manacles on the weasel and made him free. Arie however was already keeping her powers ready to flash freeze this vagabond should any aggression come from him.

Kaii took a step back and nodded at the bard "Here you go. I presume you have something in mind so please, do your bidding." He focused on the lute and magic that already danced on the strings. Very interested in knowing what this fox had in mind.

 

[Silvertongue Songfox]

The weasel lunged forward, but there was no need for Arie to intervene, as with a strum of his lute, Silvertongue shot out purple music notes, which wormed their way into the weasels ears. He stood still, his eyes starting to glow purple, and he stood as if in a daze.

Silvertongue's own eyes took on a purple glow as well as he started to speak. "Listen, and listen well, mongrel. You will board the first available boat to Alkamar through whatever means necessary. Once you have reached its shores, you will return to the noble house of my mother, the Duchess Marit De Lasteyrie. You will tell her that her son does not wish to return home- alive or dead. Am I understood?"

The weasel nodded, and he shuffled out of the warehouse, even as Silvertongue's eyes returned to their normal color.

"Well, that should take care of that issue." Silvertongue nodded.