Re: Lyriel's Letter
In reply to Lyriel Vesper (msg # 155):
"Oh, no," Lord Mason says, drawing back from the bloody blade with an aghast expression on his face. "That's terrible news! Sit down, sit down, you poor girl."
He motions to one of the chairs by the fireplace, and slowly walks around the desk toward her, offering his arm to help support her toward it.
"Have you alerted the Wardens? They're really the best people to contact regarding missing persons, home intrusion, and burglary. I can summon them, if you'd like, but first we must see to your health. Benson?!"
He claps twice, and the door swings open to reveal the butler standing at the ready.
"Yes, my lord?"
"Benson, please fetch some chilled icewine and mineral water. A pitcher of each, with several glasses."
"Yes, lord."
Benson silently departs, and the door swings shut behind him.
"You are welcome to stay here, my dear, while you are in Tris," Lord Mason continues, staring into the oddly cold flames in the fireplace. "I just saw your father the other day, though I haven't seen young Alanna for weeks. Perhaps they have taken an impromptu journey into the countryside or something to escape the bustle of Tris. An ill-timed journey, given the break-in, but I've learned not to panic about these things too quickly."
When Benson returns a moment later with the offered refreshments, he does not come alone. Two men Lyriel had hoped to have left far behind sweep into the study with him. The slighter of the two carries twin blades at his hips, while the larger man is completely unarmed, and neither are armored.
"I'm sure you recall my grandson, Sir William Mason, and his stoic, barrel-chested companion, Derrick Redsmith," Lord Mason says, motioning for Benson to shut and lock the door behind him.
Derrick folds his arms and leans with his back against the door, while Sir William sweeps over to the remaining chair, kissing Lyriel's hand in the process.
"So good to see you again," Sir William says as he adjusts his swords and plops into the second chair. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"
His smile dies when he notices the priestess's disposition. Despite her facade, it is clear that something's bothering her. He turns to Lord Mason in confusion.
"What's going on?"
"An unfortunate coincidence, we hope," Lord Mason replies, leaning against the desk with his back to the large window. The sun is just beginning to slip beneath the horizon, painting a picture of rosy pinks and oranges across the cityscape behind him. "Priestess Vesper has just arrived from out of town, only to discover that her father's home has been ransacked and its occupants missing."
Lord Mason motions to the sword laying upon his desk.
"Awful," Sir William says, though his tone suggests boredom or perhaps amusement at the notion. "And the Wardens have no leads?"
"We haven't asked. When's the last time you saw Lord Vesper or young Alanna?"
Sir William frowns and furrows his brow.
"A few days ago, in the gardens," he says at last. "They were arguing about something, so I excused myself after a cursory hello and continued on my way."
Lord Mason nods, then turns to Lyriel.
"Was anything missing from the house, dear? They seem to have left a valuable sword behind. Perhaps there is more to the burglary than it seems."
This message was last edited by the GM at 14:14, Tue 01 Sept 2015.