Renaud,Areleth n garrick

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : Renaud gave a roll of his broad shoulders once he removed his armor, head tilting one way and then the other as he stretched out the muscles that bore the weight of his heavy scale armor. With it deposited on a stand in the armory, his personal affects like sword, shield, boots and pauldrons set into a chest at the base, the halfbreed stood in civilian clothes of a simple make, his tunic a deep green and pants made of light colored buckskin. Practiced hands cinched a belt <c>

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Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : around his waist and he stooped to tie his boots before departing the room in favor of heading outside. Glimpses out the window with his dark amber gaze forewarned him of inclement weather, and so as he left the warmth of the barracks, pulled his heavy woolen cloak off the hanging peg, though it wasn't until he was outside that he fastened the thing about his neck. "Heading to the taverns?" called a familiar voice, and Renaud paused at the doorway to see Alaire, still in <c>

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Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : full dress plate, smiling lazily as he leaned against the front desk. "Always. Want me to keep a mug ready for you?" Renaud asked of his father with a wry grin, expecting the night to be an especially good one if the answer was yes. "Not tonight," was Alaire's slow reply, looking as if he was going to say more. The youth waited for the words to come, but upon realizing they were to remain unspoken, he gave a polite smile and a small wave, "Alright, Da. See you in the <c>

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : morning." With one last look over Alaire, Renaud departed the barracks, closing the door behind him as he began his strut towards the Painted Robe. <d>

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Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : 'I need you to do me a great favor,' Erzabet asked him the night before, 'because he needs to know about you, but I'm too troubled by the matter between Alaire and I do to do it without having to explain why I look this way. It's not Renaud's problem, and shouldn't be yours either.' Having agreed, Areleth spent the evening and much of the following afternoon trying to decide exactly how the devil he was going to pull this one off without collateral damage. .c.

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Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : wh! ))

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Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : For anyone interested, open RP between Areleth and myself. We'll be at The Painted Robe within a turn or two. ))

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : .c. By this point, he knew Renaud's rotation relatively well, and knew when the older boy would be finishing his shift, waiting just in view of the barracks for him to dress down and finish up, turning to speak with Alaire in the doorway. Not bothering to remain unseen, as Renaud began up the high street, heavy boots jogging to catch up with his elder, falling into step beside him, "you're Renaud, yeah? Erzabet asked me to buy you a drink and get to know you better." .c.

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : *Grins*))

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : NOT YOU. ))

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : MOM. MOM I NEED HELP. ))

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : but why not))

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ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : *Snickers800

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : **)))

Ԑꭆɩᴤ♥ŁɛϺⱺꭆтɛ : Because I'm here. You aren't going. ]

Εʀzαbεт·тнε·Sαтyʀ : *oils up her nicest torch*))

Εʀzαbεт·тнε·Sαтyʀ : Who am I setting on fire, child?))

Ԑꭆɩᴤ♥ŁɛϺⱺꭆтɛ : No one! -Snatches Garrick by the collar and hauls him in the other direction- ]

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : Well. Maybe not on fire. He -is- Iella's dad. But Garrick. ))

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : Oh, that works. ))

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : THANKS ERIS. ))

Ԑꭆɩᴤ♥ŁɛϺⱺꭆтɛ : WELCOME!! ]

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : .c. The young man was like a strange echo of Renaud himself in some ways, dark of hair, ochre of eye, though his skin was a duskier shade of bronze, and stood a degree shorter than the other. Despite being visibly younger, there was a certain air of ill-gotten maturity to the young man as he kept stride with Renaud, a certain cutpurse shift to his eyes as he weighed and measured passersby as he noted their destination, the Painted Robe. .c.

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : .c. "I'm Areleth, by the way. Pleased to meet you." Reaching ere they walked, he offered a congenial hand, a hint of smoke lingering on the stranger's skin. .d.

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : Renaud had hardly gotten several paces out the door when a wiry figure approached him, declaring his name and saying his mother had said they should get to know each other, earning the man a dubious look. All the same, the youth anxiously smoothed his fringe down over the stubs of his horns as he offered his right, labor hardened hand to the man to shake, thus meeting in the middle for a proper greeting. "I'd offer my name back, but," Renaud shrugged, gesturing to the <c>

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : situation they found themselves in. Releasing his counterpart's hand, the youth watched this strange person with a guarded eye and slow smile, clearly not entirely sure what to make of him, but not unwelcoming either. "You're one of Ma's friends then, huh?" Renaud asked casually, though he was looking forward to the warm inside of the tavern. Had she brought someone back with her from her travels? Maybe she thought the pair of them needed more friends than what they had, <c>

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Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : as Renaud wagered they must have been roughly the same age. "Don't know if I'll ever get used to her sending people to check up on me," he offered airily, brows rising high on his squared features. Some minutes from their initial introduction, the pair would reach The Painted Robe, and Renaud moved to open the door, holding it open for the man before following him inside. <d>

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Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : "You could say we're friends, I guess," Areleth conceded, "it's complicated. Warrants some explanation over a drink." What he knew of Renaud, both from childhood stories and observations at a distance suggested that the young man was easygoing and gregarious, and that would hopefully work out in both their favors. Ducking into the Painted Robe and turning to glance that Renaud was following, he called for a pair of pints and stood waiting at the bar to give his older .c.

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Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : .c. brother choice of the tables available before following with glasses in hand, setting one in front of him before settling into a chair across from him. "Truthfully, it took a long time to catch up to her, I'd been hunting all over the planes trying to find Erzabet since leaving the Abyss, and every time I thought I'd finally found her, she'd moved on somewhere else trying to find her way back here." Two years he'd tracked her from place to place, .c.

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Garrick would be seen traversing the streets with Shiva by his side of course keeping people from getting too close to the man, after all who was going to approach a man walking alongside a white coated sabertooth. Garrick really had no true destination in mind at that very moment. Handing a few strips of uncooked beef to Shiva before the the cat stopped at the Painted robe and sniffed the air.<C>

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Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : .c. until finally stumbling through the portal in Sigil in her wake...at least their relationship had ceased being so adversarial in these last few months. It was a balm on his frayed nerves to finally have some kind of relationship with her after all this time. "I finally caught up to her about a month ago and I've been here ever since. It's a beautiful place, man. I grew up in the Abyssal realms, so it was nothing like this, just dark and drab and the rivers were .c.

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : .c. full of molten salt. Most folks here would think they were in a fuckin' nightmare." .d.

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : The cat would settle outside somewhere that it would bother people or horses. the mean withdrew from his cloak slowly taking the cloak that Rango made him off and hanging it up. His tanned skinned had started to fade away leaving him a bit more paler than normal. Clothing suggested that one would be more comfortable in a more upscale establishment. But Garrick had found memories of the Robe. Making his way to the bar did he order a bottle of whiskey before looking around.<E>

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : Inside the Robe, Renaud waved to various people in greeting, offering broad smiles that indicated he was friendly with them. It was easy to be so cheerful when he virtually lived here and had a set of parents that had staked their claim as regulars previously to him. Areleth's vague reply pulled Renaud's attention away from his friendly acquaintances, brows rising as he gave a laugh and joked, "What? Something complicated regarding my mother? That's fucking novel." <c>

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : While Areleth ordered, Renaud spied free seats towards the back of the alehouse, and once the man had the pints in hand, lead the way towards the table, his pace an easy if cocksure amble. Seated, Renaud took the ale in his hands and listened to the man’s partial explanation, his body language inviting as he leaned forward with purpose, silently studying the man's features. He looked familiar in a way he couldn't place, and while his mind churned in search of an answer, <c>

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : he thumbed the edge of his pint. "You'd think with those bells in her horns she'd be easier to find. Kind of reminds me of cattle, y'know, so they don't get lost," Renaud offered humorously, not yet sure how to take the man in front of him. Mention that Immortalis was beautiful was met with a nod, his gaze briefly going to a window, as if he might be able to spy it for its attractiveness right now. "It's alright. Have only really been here and then some place with my girl.<c>

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : Normally I'd argue a place is just a place, but that Abyssal place you left behind sounds absolutely miserable." He rose his pint then, offering a lopsided smile, "To places where rivers are more than molten salt." Renaud had lifted his mug to his lips and been about to take a drink when he spied Garrick enter the bar, to which he sputtered and sunk low in his chair. "Sophia's tits," he cursed, looking to Areleth with intent, "Got any advice for dealing with a girl's dad?"<d>

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : Mention of the bells on their mother's horns earned Renaud a wide grin, "I've always sort of wondered why she did that with them." Though the answer she'd always given for why when he was a boy was that 'the chime kept ghosts away'. Always seemed like a vain effort when they were trapped in Az'zagrat, which was itself full of demons of varying origins and other rough sorts. Returning the toast, Areleth's eyes followed Renaud's catching sight of the ebon haired man .c.

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : .c. at the bar, then seeing his older brother slouch deeper into the chair, "don't have much experience with girls...or their fathers..." he said quietly, "...let's just resolve to be on our best behavior for the time being and hope for the best, neh?" Another sip of the pint, and Areleth was beginning to wonder if this was the right time to have such an odd conversation with Renaud at all, worried that the change in mood would do him ill in the eyes of his .c.

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Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : wh ))

Taur_Dalhar : ty)

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : .c. sweetheart's father. All of these things said, the stories he'd been told as a child of Renaud made this meeting feel mythical, like he was meeting a boyhood hero he'd never believed he'd meet. Tales of Renaud's childhood exploits had been a staple of his own, after all. "In your place, I would be very 'yes sir' and 'no sir' but not so much that it looks like you're licking his ass or anything." He envied that it was even a problem at all, having so little .c.

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : trololol))

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : .c. experience himself. "I have dozens of half-sisters, and whenever their suitors would meet our Father, they would work to be polite without being false, because seeing through pretense is one of his great gifts." .d.

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Those spiraling sapphire and ice blue hues scanned the room thoroughly while he took in the distinct scents of those in the room. it was one scent that stood out the most, oh it was extremely familiar, grabbing the bottle while laying coins down he followed it through the room as men moved from his way . Soon enough he found himself facing Renaud and a new face that had not be seen before." Ahh its you, guess it's as good a time as any mind if I sit with you gentlemen?"<C>

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ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : it wasn't long before a woman entered walked over to where he sat and sat down a bottle of something crimson before departing back to his manor. Setting the bottle of whiskey down on the table as well" Seems I need to make amends or the way I acted last time we met". He never sat down until he was invited to, relaxing some before looking to Areleth reaching out a hand toward him"i'm Garrick Le'Morte "<C>

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : I'm*))

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ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : The man though different in certain ways looked like Renaud, and then there were their scent's raising a eyebrow he looked back to Renaud wondering just what iella has told him about her family.<E>

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Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : "I try not to ask. I find it easier if I just let her do what makes her happy," Renaud responded, though he realized he'd only seen his mother perhaps twice she she returned. He wanted to say he would've been the same if he'd grown up with her, but he recalled being inquisitive to the point of annoying even Alaire at times, and he briefly wondered if he'd have turned out different if Erzabet had been around for the entirety of his formative years. He'd likely have horns. <c>

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ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Rango))

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : Wh! Happy birthday! ))

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Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : Casually, Renaud rubbed one side of his forehead, wherein the root of a horn was hidden partially by hid hair, but decided not to give it further thought. Hand falling away in favor of taking up the pint, Renaud took a deep swig of the drink while Areleth admitted to having little experience with involved relationships, “Count your lucky stars, fuck. I was happy to whore around, well on an adventure to encountering all sorts of genitalia, and then I went and found Iella.” <c>

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Happy birthday))

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : With her doe-like brown eyes, her quick wit and brains beyond anything he could properly comprehend, Renaud had fallen for the leader of the Healer’s Guild hard and fast, and while they had a tentative pairing, both were far too busy to have sat down and talked about what they wanted in any length. All he knew was that she was the only girl who’d thrown up on him where he’d not gone running the opposite direction, and that spoke volumes to him. “He’s a vampire,” Renaud <c>

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DuräŋgoBläck : Happy Birfday lady )

ƛllɩsoɳ Ϝʀosʈ : Thanks puppers ^.^ )

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Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : Happy Birthday!))

Ełɛoɳoʀɑ : Happy Birthday!!!)

ƛllɩsoɳ Ϝʀosʈ : Thanks and welcome home! )

ƛllɩsoɳ Ϝʀosʈ : -runs around in her birthday suit- )

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Wh Bosslort*Hands him Coffee*))

Εʀzαbεт·тнε·Sαтyʀ : *throws singles* ))

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : told Areleth quietly, “And I’m part fae. I don’t think there’s any scenario where I won’t at least partially shit my pants when I see him. Fuck, he’s coming over here.” Renaud downed the remainder of his ale and sat up straight, pretending to see Garrick for the first time when he rose his glass to ask for a refill, “Evening!” The man had come to stand at their table and asked for a seat, to which Renaud cast a meaningful glance towards Areleth as he pushed a chair out <c>

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Taur_Dalhar : wh sire! 😇)

ƛllɩsoɳ Ϝʀosʈ : woohoo! ^.^ )

Ðᴙϵɴαı·Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : thanks guys! ]

Ðᴙϵɴαı·Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : -sips coffee- ]

·ಠ_ಠ· : Coffee sounds really good right now.))

Taur_Dalhar sips coffee, too! )

Ðᴙϵɴαı·Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : Garrick, make Face a coffee. ]

DuräŋgoBläck : *Drip brews mastah a cup of Sumatra blend coffee* )

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : *hands face some mocha coffee*))

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : for the man, "Of course. Have a seat." What the actual hell did he say to the man? But Garrick had offered an apology of sorts, which clearly caught the youth off guard. Frozen in his seat, he glanced to Garrick and gave a sharp nod, "Of course. Just doing your fatherly duties and all that." Fatherly duties?! Renaud wished his pint was full just so he could've drowned himself with it. "What brings you over here?" he tried to keep his tone light and as far from accusatory <c>

·ಠ_ಠ· : Hhhhnnnngggg thank you.))

Ðᴙϵɴαı·Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : -sips from both cups- ]

Taur_Dalhar did I see the word mocha??? 😲))

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : as possible, but Sophia only knew how the hell he came off. <d>

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : As Renaud told him that he was half-fae, and that Iella's father was a vampire, it was all coming into focus. Nodding with an odd measure of brotherly understanding despite that the information hadn't been successfully delivered, Areleth let the matter go for now and watched as Garrick approached, rising from his chair in polite greeting, offering an almost uncomfortably warm hand in return for greeting, "Well met, Master LeMorte, I'm Areleth." .c.

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : .c. Moving his chair slightly to better accommodate Garrick joining them, the rogue returned to his seat and took his pint, sipping politely while the other two discussed some prior business, not wishing to intrude on the conversation despite eavesdropping in silence. He wondered what had transpired between the men, but could guess well enough. Suitors and how to address them were probably a complicated business, after all. .c.

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : .c. He'd dealt with and met enough vampires that they didn't cause his hackles to rise any longer, but that didn't stop the younger of the two brothers from being quietly guarded around them, never wanting to underestimate what they were capable of, or get too comfortable in the presence of one, even if he trusted them. To be half-fae was to be paranoid of everyone and everything, it seemed, though he was glad Renaud understood that well enough already. .d.

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Looking at them both before flagging a waitress to bring a glass while he popped the cork"

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Looking at them both before flagging a waitress to bring a glass while he popped the cork" So Shall we gentlemen, i do have this fine bottle of whiskey here." Taking the glass and pouring some of the whiskey into it it along with the crimson contents of the other bottle before pushing it toward the other two" I didn't mean to come off the way I did last we met,just know iella means a great deal to me."<C>

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Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : This is going to be my last post. My cold and fever have come back with a vengeance. Wb rango. ))

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Taking a sip from the glass after mixing it thoroughly while watching the two with a smile that seemed more charming then should be capable. " Iella is my only child and thus something I treasure"<E>

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Ahh I wanted to get Renuad drunk))

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : sorry man. ))

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : Areleth, his original companion, had largely fallen silent with Garrick's arrival, even despite Garrick's apparent hospitality and offer of whisky. Surprise was plain on Renaud's features as Garrick offered them a drink, but he put his cup forward in order to pick up the bottle of whisky to pour himself a measure. "She's not my child, obviously," Renaud offered evenly, "But she means more to me than I'm sure you expect. She's safe with me, Mr LeMorte. And if," he used the <c>

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Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : word weightily, implying that he had the wisdom to know that not everything lasted forever, "If we decide we're not meant to be in the future, she'll always have a friend in me, whatever that entails." Renaud had been about to raise his glass to Garrick when he heard the shouts of guards outside, and the youth leaned forward, abandoning his cup in favor of pressing his palms to the surface of the table. 'Fire!' he heard them cry as men in full suits of armor ran past <c>

Rɛɴɑᴜᴅ : the window. "Gotta go," he said distractedly, disengaging from the table and chair with such haste that he nearly fell on his face, "Thanks for talking, Mr LeMorte! See you around, Areleth!" Hitting the door at a run, Renaud met the cold with a brave face and followed the shouts of alarm with a determined expression. <d>

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Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : A parent guarding over their child's honor was an easy thing to understand. He'd seen it many times before in his own father's case, and likely would see it again when his mother finally met Iella or any of his own future suitors, though Areleth doubted himself the type. Accepting the glass, the half-breed toasted Garrick politely and was about to speak when the cry of 'fire' cut through the tavern, sending his brother running toward the danger rather than away from it. .c.

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : .c. "See you around!" He called after Renaud as he left the painted robe, then said to Garrick, "I've always considered it the sign of a good fellow when he throws himself into the fray rather than away from it," Areleth said, sipping the whiskey, enjoying it neat, never having had the local preparations. It had a full body, with voluptuous curves of oak wood and smoke, something the rogue could appreciate. "And then there were two," he remarked of them both. .c.

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : .c. "I've never seen one of your kind take whiskey with their blood," the half-fiend said more quietly, "does it add to the flavor?" .d.

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Looking to Areleth with a grin now as Renaud excused himself" More for digestion most of my kind will end up throwing it back up if its plain. As for the taste that depends of the source of the vitae comes from." A solow chuckle before narrowing his eyes at the man " I take it i interrupted something important though am i right?" His voice was soft like velvet it flowed from his lips like a true silver tongued devil. Sipping the drink slowly while leaning back to relax a bit<C>

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : The lowering of the glass before " I'm sorry if I intruded on what you brought him here to talk about." Seems even Garrick had a heart sometimes even though most of the time it wasn't something a person seen often at all. Scanning the man slowly the differences where subtle but they were there <E>

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : "You didn't interrupt anything, Master LeMorte, the fire did," Areleth excused the matter with an easy smile, unaware of how easily he was being taken in by the elder vampire's manner, "there will be time enough for it later." Another sip of the whiskey, and Areleth twisted his boots with a satisfied crackle of bone and sinew, enjoying the way the liquor seemed to immediately settle into his travel-weary bones, soothing them. Though a young man, the years had not been .c.

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : .c. terribly kind to Areleth, few that they were. He looked almost the same age as Renaud despite being somewhat younger, though time passed differently in the Abyss, more quickly, it seemed. "He does not know it yet, but Renaud Lisieux is my half-brother, and I am in the process of introducing myself. Our mother, Erzabet, was trapped in the Abyss and indentured to my Father, and I was the price of her early release, he wanted another heir." It was a simple .c

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : .c. explanation when it wasn't to Renaud himself, but as Garrick would eventually find out anyway, it seemed prudent to offer honesty. "It's a complicated matter, one that will take time to explain to him, but for the respect and love I bear our mother, he deserves nothing less than the truth." .d.

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ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Nodding slowly in his direction" Might a man of old age offer a piece of advice when dealing with family matters ,mine is huge and we come across new family from time to time." Sipping his drink again slowly with a smile " It is best to just rip off the band aid and tell him, it makes matters easier to deal with." Nodding again while finishing his glass before refilling the mixture slowly.<C>

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : "There is never a right way to go about it well at least in my own dealings." Thinking back slowly laughter rang from those lips of his before shaking his head"Sorry just thinking back to a few memories of dealing with my rather large and crazy family that only continues to get larger"<C>

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : "I appreciate the advice," the half-fiend said, clearly grateful for Garrick's insight into the matter, "my main concern is that he doesn't believe that our mother spent more time with me than she did him...we both had her taken from us when we were young, I was not favored in comparison to him in that regard." No doubt Erzabet's disappearance ten years prior had once been news in the realm, leaving behind a woeful husband and a four year old son in her wake. .c.

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : .c. "With a name like 'LeMorte' I imagine your family must be quite large," Areleth agreed, smiling as Garrick laughed, sipping on the whiskey he'd offered so kindly. "I can't say I've ever met one of your bloodline, but have heard the name on reputation alone." Having spent the last few months traveling Immortalis, learning the locals, listening in taprooms, the name had come up numerous times in conversation already, and it was interesting to finally meet one of .c.

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : .c. the LeMortes, especially the father of Renaud's lovely Iella. "Whatever strife between my brother and yourself, I'm glad the air is cleared. Forgive me for eavesdropping." .d.

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ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : That smile he gave was one that had caused many hearts to flutter and many to stop as he looked out the window there was a time Garrick would've rushedd head along out the door with Renaud to help but now he had to think of what his wife would do to him should he get injured again. "No need to pour honey into my ear, Areleth I am just a father here looking to make sure my daughter gets what she deserves".<C>

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ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : IT was his last comment though that caused him to chuckle"I may have been a bit harsh and somewhat rude to him upon first meeting him, but hey it's a father's job to protect her even when she doesn't realize she needs it" His time from stalking from the shadows watching her become the woman she is was a honor he only wished he could have done in person and not from those shadows .<C>

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Raising his glass toward Areleth" Well here is to family problems and may we both overcome them""<E>

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : "To family problems, and overcoming them," Areleth toasted, drinking deeply, setting his teeth against the brace of the liquor. "No doubt if ever I'm a father, I will have to do the same one day," he doubted he would ever find himself in the family way, but stranger things had happened. "I can't imagine how a daughter would explain me to a potential suitor, 'be careful of my father, he has a little devil in him'." It was a private little humor on Areleth's part, .c.

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : .c. but no doubt Garrick's senses had caught up to the hint of smoke and fae on his skin, a strange half-breed indeed. "I hope you will forgive me, but I have to retire for the night. Snow is coming, and it leaves me ill-at-ease." Still used to the constant heat and pressure of the Abyss, the half-fiend finished his drink and stood, offering a polite little bow, "no doubt we will cross paths again. I hope that by the time you see Renaud again, he will know he has a .c.

Дʀᴇʟᴇᴛʜ : .c. brother. I will take your advice to heart." Meaning it, the wiry young man shouldered his cloak and glanced out the windows at the high clouds overhead, noting their darkness. "Goodnight, Master LeMorte. Travel well." .d.