Reporting to Nissar

[Kender Bard]

Demetria was tired, dirty, and weary after her trek back from the Beastlands. Though teleporting helped to quicken the journey considerably, it was still a tiresome process and she ached with joy at being back in proper civilization.

After a bath and cleaning herself up enough to be presentable, she sought out Nissar.

[tuo]

When she reached the door to the audience chamber, the guards stopped her. "What is your business here?" One of them demanded.

[Kender Bard]

Sigh.

She'd been away too long.

"I am Demetria Winters, one of Lord Nissar's personal assassins," she hissed at the guard. "Back on a long mission in a squallid place. I have good news from him. Step aside."

[tuo]

The guards didn't flinch or waver in the slightest and simply stared at her before receiving some mental instruction from Nissar to open the doors. "You may enter Demetria Winters. Though you should be warned, he has been in a foul mood of late."

[Kender Bard]

Well that wasn't she wanted to hear. Hopefully she would put him in a good mood, and her reward be all the sweeter for this. She strolled in, trying for a saunter of casualness. "Good day to you, Imperator," Demetria purred as she bowed low to him, wings sweeping out gracefully as she did. "I bring you great tidings from the Beastlands."

[tuo]

Nissar looked down at her in irritation. "As long as it took you to return, I should hope so. Report."

[Kender Bard]

Irritation flashed in her own face but she hid it quickly. "I managed to acquire the alliance of Bael. Then I assisted him in taking over Beleg. He will not - and honestly cannot at this time - come to Morilanta in order to speak of his debt with you. Therefore on his behalf I request your presence in Beleg of the Beastlands. But it should be discreet. My assistance was very covert and all believe that Bael won his throne by his strength alone."

[tuo]

Nissar drummed his fingers on the arm of his throne. "It took you longer than I had expected. Though I am sure it took you a great deal of time to grow comfortable in such ...squalid conditions."

[Kender Bard]

"I never grew truly comfortable," Demetria scoffed. "But the beast in charge now, Bael, was a stubborn individual to work upon. He required much flattery and coaxing before he began to trust me and heed my words."

[tuo]

"What of now? How likely is he to be compliant to what I would have to say to him now that he believes he holds power?" Nissar asked Demetria as he drummed his fingers on the arm of his throne again.

[Kender Bard]

Not terribly she whispered in her mind.

"Then let me be your proxy," Demetria suggested. "Give your orders to me and I will relay them to him. He is more compliant to my wishes after all."

[tuo]

"Perhaps. But first I need a full report of what is happening in the Beastlands. Is Clan Beleg in any position to take over?" Nissar asked as he began to split his attention to other mental tasks with practiced ease.

[Kender Bard]

Demetria considered this question. Well. "I haven't scouted the other clans," Demetria admitted grudgingly. "So I can't be sure."

A servant entered the room, looking pale with nervousness. He cleared his throat but that was the most he was willing to do as he stood trembling for interrupting his lord.

[tuo]

Nissar frowns and directs his attentions to the servant with deadly intent. "What is the purpose of this interruption?"

[Kender Bard]

The servant shudders in the face of his lord's anger. "I have a message," the young man whispers. "F-f-from a priest in Taed's robes."