The Serpent's Gaze

[*Reptiller]

Some time of the day, in Kree's office...

Hildmor was deeply upset. Not only he endangered his friends but also half-failed to keep his agreement with Light in the Darkness. He was yet to meet his contractors and tone the situation down, if he could...Even Kree's company on the comfortable pillows couldn't make him feel better and wine brought only bitterness to that evening...

"My men abandon me. Both of my captains quit the job, one of my secret agents will soon do the same. My allies reek with mistrust...Tell me, dearest, could this be the beginning of my end?" - He sighs, and reaches for the table to take his pipe.

[*Azulfae]

The door nudges open and Vorgazar pops in wearing casual clothing for a change. He's followed by an entourage of five orcs all similarly dressed.

He slips the service a stinger and sends the lads off to have some fun.

"Youz aright Hildmor? Youz got face on like youz dog is died or somefink?"

[*Kree]

Kree just shakes her head, putting her outstretched fingers on his forehead

"Making minds of waves, sweetest. Rising, falling, rising, falling, to break against shores or flow over them? It is to spread the sheet rising on winds of deeds beyond. Ever flow, ever float wherein beings thereof come..."

[*Reptiller]

Hildmor strokes her hand, while adressing Vorgazar:

"Oh, kind of. Warhounds have left me. So did Celdor's archers...I am in search of new mercenaries even though I am aware that I won't find anything better than I had..." - He smirks, takes a drag of his pipe and looks to Kree with a weak smile:

"We'll see how it goes...Now I should just chill and repair my damaged networks and forces...If I manage to tone the situation down, we'll leave this City for afew days, what do you think?"

[*Azulfae]

"I been der, not worry, shyte has a way of gettin it's stink back. Take walk up to room leven in da old fooker inn and have a boshnagz on beach holiday."

[*Kree]

"We'll see how it goes...Now I should just chill and repair my damaged networks and forces...If I manage to tone the situation down, we'll leave this City for afew days, what do you think?"

Kree licks the sweetest's cheek and stretches out to rest in his lap.

"Make so the tune; to play a lower key away from ears. The birds may sing theirs to one and the other, caged so with open doors. Grains made dunes, now glass. It is so, to weather not from weather so. As we are, be like snow. Joined so, we go."

[*Azulfae]

"I dunnoes whut her just said but It's got me wantin boshnagz too." Vorgazar nods to Hildmor with a tusk lick and overkill on the eyebrow wiggling for several minutes.

[*Reptiller]

Hildmor chuckles, glancing at Vorgazar then gives Kree's leg a light squeeze.
"She actually approves your words. I believe we could leave in a few minutes, is that okay, precious? We can indeed start with Elysium."

[*Light]

The elf sampled the wine at his leisure as he made use of the time offered at this establishment. Observing, making occasional remarks at whims, and deriving some amusement from the whole arrangement at large, this elf spent a fair bit of time all in all.

The notion of gambling however did not interest him. He mostly amused himself by noting the behavior of those partaking in the games for that was of far greater interest to the elf overall.

[*Reptiller]

Yesterday, there was a small party in the establishment. Hildmor d'Kridis together with Warchief Vorgazar, Captain Fargul of the Warhounds, Vara, woman known as Rhethys and Darremar, as well as some priest of Gruumsh used the facilities of Serpents gaze with great enthusiasm. They ordered expensive drinks, food, orcs mayhaps paid for some company. Kreeyzia was free to join if Hildmor would be able to find her.