Sel, Chapter 3 Options

[Dantrag]

I was soon accepted into House Redoran, and my mother was pretty proud of me. Probably too proud. I didn't go to Athyn's class anymore, being too busy as councillor Venim's page. Or, at least until the fiery councillor died, and was replaced by his brother. All young hirelings in the House had to spend five years in a councillor's service, and I was no different. Close to the end of those years, my fourth, to be exact, I wondered why I was even in the House; I got no money for my service, being a page, and my family needed money. I should have gotten a job. There I was in Bolvyn's manor, getting fed and clothed while my family starved. My own damned fault. I paid for my selfishness.

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I'll put the actual story here in a while; I just needed to start this back up.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Feb 8 2006, 02:47 AM

[Dantrag]

wow. It's been awhile. (I'm such a slacker with this thing)

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Sel was getting more than a little scared because of the growing tension between Aldaril and Fyr. If the two decided to let their disagreement escalate into violence, then he and Vysi would be in a quite dangerous situation. With that in mind, he set out to put out the fires of strife.

"So is there anything else? Any word on where the Nerevarine is?" he blurted quickly.

"Why would I tell you?" Divayth retorted. "I don't respond well to threats." he finished, pointing to Aldaril's smoking fist.

If the old mage could play with words and get away with it, so could Sel.

"Well then you owe us; you haven't made good on your end of the bargain." Sel said, immediately regretting it, mainly because the Telvanni councillor was a very imposing elf. He looked fearsome in his strange black and red armor, and that look was intensified because of the anger etched across his face.

"Explain yourself." Fyr commanded.

Sel gulped loudly before continuing. "Well...uh...you see...uh..you promised that you'd...uh...tell us where Chrysamere was...not...who...uh...has it." he stammered. He gulped again, hoping that Divayth didn't see it fit to burn him to a crisp then and there.

There was a long and awkward silence that only served to make Sel's fear grow and grow. After a few more seconds, Fyr burst out into laughter.

"You're a clever one, boy. Your master should take lessons. Anyway, I suppose you're right. I did say that I'd tell you where the sword was."

"And?" Aldaril cut in.

Divayth shot him an angry glare. "I wasn't speaking to you." he turned back to Sel with a smile. "What's your name, boy?"

"Sel." he answered tentatively. This sudden change of attitude was more than a little unnerving.

"Alright Sel, come this way, and we'll see how I can repay what I owe."

Sel followed Divayth down the chute after the mage had given them both levitation.

Fyr led Sel to his own bedroom where he motioned for Sel to sit down in a nearby chair. Once Sel sat down, Fyr sat down across from him.

"So what do you want in exchange? I don't know where Chrysamere is exactly, but I'm willing to give you something else in return."

Sel leaned back in his chair and thought hard. If he made the wrong decision here, Aldaril would not be pleased. Divayth was rich, so he could take gold, but he was also a collector, like Aldaril, so he could get some kind of artifact...

"It's said that you're a collector; can I look at what you have?"

Divayth smiled. "Of course."

Sel then realized from the expression on Fyr's face that he had passed some sort of test and asking for gold had been the wrong answer.