"Oh! Well aren't you the charmer!" exclaims the young lady. "Yes, I am Amarilde and I am happy that you are here, although just for the company as I don't expect there is anything to really worry about." She looks over to her servant "That will be all James," she says curtly, and then turns back to Alohan, somehow managing to totally overlook Remmi's proffered hand. The butler shuts the front door and disappears up the stairs with a relieved look on his face.

"Oh... I expect it is nothing, and just my fiancé being overly protective. When I announced my engagement, a young man I had been friendly with did not take it well. I tried to explain to him that I still cared for him, but that it would never be more than that. I mean... we are FIRST COUSINS for frak's sake!" Amarilde covers her mouth with a hand. "Dear me! That was not lady like! But even among the nobility there cannot be anything like that between so close cousins. Anyway, he made a few vague threats, and that was that."

"So, are you ready to help me run and errand or two Alohan?" she says with a smile on her face.
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Before addressing her question, Alohan took up her hand once more. He wanted to make a good impression on the lady, not for her money or potential noble influence, but in case her marriage fell apart. "Let me be de first to say, I can see why men be filled with sorrow knowin' ya to be married. Ya be every bit de lady and ya every bit de pretty, ko'u aloha. Let ya cousins, ya brothers, and ya distant relatives know de not getting dis ‘okole. Let me and Remmi discourage dem brave enough to try."Alohan turned to Remmi and gave him a smile, not forgetting his friend in the conversation nor in his own personal quest to find Remmi a suitable mate.

With the promise of a fight -even the most remote- Alohan's demeanor abruptly changed. He instinctively touched the shark tooth club at his side and shifted his weight. "We be ready lady Amarilde. Come. Let us get ya to ya dress"

Amarilde giggles. "It is really just Vanthus we need to worry about. None of the rest of my family have incestuous urges as far as I have ever noticed. *sigh* Vanthus has always been the oddball of the Vanderboren clan. That's why they shipped him off to the family plantation about five years ago - he hasn't even been back that many months and is already making trouble."


The red-headed girl squeals. "Yes! That is precisely what we need to do today. But first of all a very important family friend needs to join us. It is tradition in the Vanderboren family that our dresses are blessed by a cleric of Wee Jas, in order that the marriage avoid the evil eye of jealousy or some such rubbish. We will be joined by a magus very shortly."

OOC: This is where Magus Eseriel joins us, accompanied by a certain young novice...
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There is a knock at the door and this time Amarilde answers herself, shooing the butler away before he can even get close. At the top of the front steps stands a distinguished looking grey haired lady dressed in the formal robes of a magus of Wee Jas. Behind her is a very attractive girl wearing the robes of a novice.

"Amarilde. So good to see you again," says the elderly lady. The young Vanderboren is obviously happy about the new arrival.

"Magus Eseriel! You honour me and my family by attending," gushes Amarilde. "I wasn't sure if you would agree to come."

"For the Vanderborens? Always. Especially since your family is going through a difficult time. But we must get going, I do have some other matters that need attending to today as well."

It appears that the Magus has forgotten to introduce the young lady behind her, as without any further words Amarilde and Eseriel head off down towards the High Market docks and leave Alohan, Celene and Remmi to follow.
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Upon entering the rather plain looking house, Celene at first took in the sight of the interior and of the occupants. Especially the two rather quant looking dark fellows, apparently native worker from some of the noble's plantations on far-off islands, with native decorative coloration and all. That impressive larger guy had the physique to be a hard worker. Given her own background, she naturally sympathised with other hard-working people, but never expected much from them anyway. She nodded a silent greeting towards them, and tried her best at a curt smile.

However, at the very first conversation her focus was entirely moved. 'The Vanderborens'. The esteemed Magus Eseriel had 'failed' to mention to her that their visit was with that particular family. Despite that Celene was absolutely sure her Ladyship very well remembered that it had been that particular family who owned the plantation she had fled - and who caused the death of her parents.

For years, Celene had dreaded a future confrontation with her past, rather staying in the secluded temple to avoid any such meeting - even though she probably hardly registered in the Vanderboren family's concerns.

Fortunately this Vanderboren was also a young woman, who showed no knowledge of Celene, nor should have no reason to have it. Entirely intent upon every word of the conversation between the two ladies, and  upon any details of this Vanderboren woman, Celene quickly fell in line behind them. As the personal novice of Magus Eseriel, it was not out of place for her to be a silent shadow of her mistress, letting the two islanders trail along. What was that Eseriel said about difficult times for the Vanderborens?

Did that large fellow try to say something? She tried to divide her concentration on both the women, and the islander.
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Alohan walked alongside Remmi, doing his best to scan the crowd and rooftops for any potential danger. But there was a problem -his eyes kept drifting back to his favorite part of the female anatomy. The three woman walked a few paces ahead and Alohan couldn't help himself watch the seductive sway of their hips. Amarilde had a beautiful backside but her impending nuptials had discouraged future flirtations. Magus was indeed a fine, older lady, and while Alohan did not discriminate with age, the woman never bothered to speak or look at him. That left the slender figure of a blond beauty he hadn't been properly introduced to. It didn't help that she continued to glare at him and his hoaloha, almost as if she suspected what was occurring behind her.

The Nuari Prince nudged Remmi with an elbow. In his vowel filled language, Alohan spoke more clearly. It was, after all, his native language. [Language unknown: "Tioiv o wh aslote. Res berear. Illearwhi saneveent, dererslinion cktimiio, ers ne en ththe blele an loom ativeriou. Sshaut hasousastich a u Ionratave. Near tr ich oulro at Nton. Il en U itprwa iour ers Le era eisa'mori i uspre thuderous."]

Not for the first time, Remmi realised just how limited Alohan's education hade been. It wasn't as though the man had lacked schooling and good tutors, but he had always been more interested in shaking his eel at anything in a holoku. Supressing a sigh, Remmi did his best to explain.

[Language unknown:  "Enti ivhaul, Ca Tiro t kor Iceias menicaour we onsromame penc con eiureere ev ektrni, as laul ri estprovor for saniv ionderbut islema lestho. Yin le k ilildion niweos, llsom hoiou m ic ticais liekar preortwil ble eauentame haenwe wil tice theul ti uttrin ant a trnanc omosneou i ore. Ndera cewer... Un ofntmo ioueenbut siwh ng os ll ss iou ecttraichatibut m ithwa thuun..."]

Remmi looked up, and saw that menacing single arched eyebrow that suggested a storm was brewing... Apparently he had said something wrong.

[Language unknown:  "...pa, red on enchouere ul prou tancec ckilsa vervorate ar thuwheter korhissti, ulard ofte rickho allnceera. Ta Cales, lartrasomout! Ave, p everutall mehe yin ismack k Meel Ted sssta noour annapr, ulour ionardion thiiveson. Een ons ne ha astti herateund butromstiwas al ckicut llilherinais. Wilwa li elssndbe ulrom a ich evlioumi tio is at Essaveany."]

The three women and the two bodyguards reach the noble district docks and hire a private gondola to take them all the way to the western end of the merchant district. They moor next to the prestigious Telvanta dance academy when they arrive there, much to Amarilde's excitement. Apparently she was a student there as a child, and that is somehow connected to how she met Eseriel. The young redhead is eager to reminisce with the old magus, but a glower from the cleric stops her chatting about it immediately. The two Nuari islanders are far from impressed - the building looks old and run down.

They walk up Frogwallow street and come to a small shop on a corner. A large sign across the front door says 'Bronson's Bridal Boutique', but everyone's eyes are drawn instead to the broken window to one side of the door, and the glass covering the street from where something has been apparently thrown through an upstairs window.

There is also blood scattered across the cobblestones and an oily blue fluid slowly leaking out from under the door.

OOC: So, play it out as you want. Maybe Agnati just walks straight out with Karthach, or maybe Alohan & Celene burst into the shop first.

Alohan thought much of Remmi's words. He wasn't a religious man but could still respect the power which these faiths brought to bare, especially ones that seemed to empower women. A clergy that seldom married and boasted female dominated tendencies didn't discourage Alohan. The opposite, in fact. With Remmi's words, Alohan was glad he showed a bit of discretion with the silent priest. If he hadn't he might have offended her and possibly received a box on the ears for his troubles.

At the sight of struggle Alohan quickly stepped up to the side of Amarilde, throwing his arm out across her chest as if to brace her for impact. He couldn't help but notice the firmness of her upper body, suddenly realizing what he had done. He coughed slightly, than lowered his hand to his weapon. "Remmi, stay wit de laddies. I be checking for danger." It wasn't a request. Alohan knew Remmi would default to his judgement during potential conflict. After all, Alohan had thrown Remmi around quite a bunch during bouts of pa uma and his hoaloha knew him to be better in things physical.

With a cautious look behind, the Nuari Prince adopted a low stance and hoisted his shark tooth club from it's sling. With a few careful steps, the barefooted barbarian avoided any broken debris and slipped past the building's threshold.

Seeing the native warrior take the frontal assault, Celene happily settles for moving up ahead of Lady Eseriel, both to cover her, and to be able to support the native if he should need it. On the way to the front, she quickly peers around the debris from the upper window, if tracks or anything should be left that could indicate was came out the window.

From the broken window, 4 people could be seen, a man lying on the ground utterly still, another man thin pacing around the place on the verge of tears, a dwarf keeping an eye on the man in the ground and an older woman whose main concern at that point was the mess her own dress was at after having fallen on top of the dies.

"There is someone out there" said the woman loudly thinking it would be the guard "Are you waiting for someone else Bronson?", she asked the pacing thing man, as she approached the door opening it just as a the broad black man entered the building.

Angati couldnt help but making a short yell and taking a step backwards almost loosing her foot on the slippery dyes."Who the ... ?" she half shouted, as she regained her foot.
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"What?! No, I'm not expecting anybody else except Miss Vanderboren! Who are you people? If you have come to rob me you are several hours too late!"

The cowardly tailor takes a couple of steps back towards the stairs, obviously intending to bolt back to his bedroom if things get nasty again.
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"Well it looks like this is my lucky day," says the dwarf who is wearing some sort of toga that looks like it used to be white, but is now speckled with blue dye. He tilts his head from side to side to work out a couple of chrinks with a loud cracking noise.

"Mmmmm, mmm, Mmmmhh!" mumbls Flegon as he keeps the mushroom carefully clamped under his toungue.

"Shut up dog!" yells the head of the shrine of poetry and art as he puts his boot on the thug's head.
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There is nothing on the ground that indicates what was thrown through the window - other than a few spots of blood.

With the rackus coming from within, Celene abandons the crime scene investigation outside, and follows Alohan inside. Stepping around him, she demands, "who are you, and what has happened here? Is anybody hurt?"

Her eyes are then drawn towards the odd sight of the man lying beneath the dwarf's boot.

Alohan differed to Celene, concerning himself with protecting the lady in case one of those present harbored ill feelings. He didn't suspect they could do much damage -a beautiful older lady, a old dwarf, and a stuttering mess of a man inside a ruined shop couldn't be much of a threat. Alohan doubted those present were responsible especially since none moved to kill them at their entrance. Still, he naturally slipped up close to Celene -a step back and to her side- hand holding his weapon in case of trouble.

Angati mastered herself as the young lady entered and started asking questions as if she owned the place, for some reason, probably half caused because of simple jealousy for her beauty, she just didn't want to make it easy for her... 'and who the hell did she think she was ?... well, at least she had asked if someone was hurt which was probably alright... but she was too damn beautiful and young'.

Trying to master a bit her feeling she just asked "You are not Miss Vanderboren are you ?" she asked just in case she had missed something. "That is Mr. Bronson, the owner of the shop... he has just been robbed and attacked... twice. That one there is one of the robbers, he should be fine if he keeps still and lets the antidote work.... He" she said signaling the dwarf "is Karthach, head of the Shrine of Liir, where I work as a novice".

As an after thought she added "My name is Angati".

Having a hard time remembering all the various and very diverse denominations of Sasserine, Celene took the old womans words and her gentle appearance as meaning that Liir was a benign deity. Albeit she wasn't so sure about that feisty dwarf. She did seem to remember something of a god of writing, though.

Sensing that the elderly lady was a bit... on edge, very likely due to the recent vandalism and violence (which Celene could very well follow), Celene adopted a more courteous and less straight-forward approach

"Greetings Angati, I am happy to make your acquaintance. No, you are right, miss Vanderboren is waiting outside while her guard", Celene nods towards the big warrior, "make sure the premises are safe. It looked quite unsafe from the outside. I am a novice too, of Wee Jas, and my name is Celene. I am here with Magus Eseriel of Wee Jas, on the request of miss Vanderboren. But on seeing the scene from outside, I went forth to help clear out the matter and prevent any ... cultural difficulties, as the guards are not native to Sasserine. But now that I have had the time to see you properly, I also realise that you of course couldn't be behind this vandalism. Excepting of course the man you've aptly pacified there. I am sorry for your ill luck, mr. Bronson", she adds in the direction of the befuddled tailor.

The Prince relaxed his guard at Celene's introduction and explanation. The lady Angati had been in the wrong place at the wrong time -and as far as Alohan could tell- she was telling the truth. With hostilities now abruptly ended, the Nuari turned to leave, leaning close to whisper to the young priest of Wee Jas. "I will bring de Lady Amarilde," Alohan purred, stepping past and out the building.

"My lady. Ya be fittin' to enter. All be well, but,", he began, searching for the right word. "It lookin' like de Mr. Bronson was relieved of his belongings." Alohan stepped to the side to allow the Magus and Lady Vanderboren to pass. He glanced at Remmi and gave him a silent shrug, as if the entire situation was above his patience. His people rarely stole from one another. The concept was lost on him. Everything was decided over with a bout of 'pa uma.' To take someone's possessions without their knowledge was something he had only just recently come to understand.
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Amarilde and Eseriel enter the shop, followed by Remmi. Both of the ladies do their best to avoid getting the oily blue dye on their shoes, but Remmi isn’t worried. His shoes are pretty much crap already.

Amarilde looks around the shop with open dismay. “Bronson, what the frak happened here? Are you OK?”

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The little tailor looks up at the young lady’s entrance, a small trace of relief appearing on his face for a second before being replaced by a look that suggested he was going to cry again. “Miss Vanderboren! It is so good to see you! I was robbed… twice! But fortunately master Karthach and miss Agnati arrived in time to at least stop the second robbery and save my life. He was going to drown me in my own bathtub! And Miss Vanderboren, the first one stole your dress! And another one of them kicked over a vat of blue dye and made this mess…” The man sounds like he is going to continue blabbering on incoherently without stopping, but Amarilde stops him.
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“Woah, woah, woah. Back up there. What the *FRAK* did you say about my dress?” states the young lady very firmly.
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Bronson pauses, unnerved by the terrible look that has appeared on Amarilde’s face. “Why Miss Vanderboren. The first robber that come this morning stole your dress, he asked for it specifically and…”
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Amarilde takes a step towards the little man and put her hands either side of his head. “Do you mean my dress is gone?! The wedding is tonight you little fool! Where the frak is my dress!!” She begins to shake his head frantically backwards and forwards.
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