Eliad stepped into the Pony later on in the day after a time of clearing up my head. He watched as the woman in the white dress walked toward her.
"Oh, sir," said the woman. "I was told to talk to you about something by my friends."
"What is that?" asked Eliad.
"I told them about your sister," said the woman. "Then I told them about you."
What the hell did she tell them?!
"Where are they?" asked Eliad, tensing.
"They want to know if you'd be able to stand against her," said the woman.
"Where. Are. They," repeated Eliad.
"I don't know," answered the woman. "Their names are Dryn and Aallan."
Eliad sighed and shook his head, moving to leave the inn. He hurried to write a letter at the Scholar's stair before going back to the Pony, finding the woman outside.
"Are you running from me?" asked the woman, looking confused. "I mean no harm..."
Eliad whistled sharply, waiting for his red-tinted messenger bird so he could send the letter out.
"What my birth land is none of your business," said Eliad, looking at the woman before walking up the steps.
"I am sorry..," said the woman.
"Someone can use that against me, even kill me," said Eliad. "Do you understand?"
"I told them you're not like her, that you're a nice person," said the woman. "They believe me."
You clearly don't get it, girl. That's what the last one said before kidnapping me.
Eliad shook his head before moving to go inside. Though to his dismay, the woman followed him in.
"Do you want anything to drink?" asked the woman.
"I don't want anything to drink," said Eliad shortly. "Or anything at all, really."
"Alright...," said the woman. "Just so you know, the people I told won't hurt you. They see you as a good person because I called you a good person."
How naive could you possibly be..?
"Tch," said Eliad. "Everything isn't black and white."
The woman stared at the ground and bit at her bruised and scarred lip. Eliad moved to go outside once again, leaning against the exterior wall of the Pony.
"Hmmm...," came a voice.
"Eh..?" asked Eliad.
He watched as an older-looking gentleman sitting at the fountain. He tilted his head to the side before moving to join him.
"Is something the matter, sir?" asked Eliad.
"Me?" replied the man. "Oh, no... I've just been waiting for a very long time..."
"Waiting for what?" asked Eliad.
"For someone to come...," answered the man.
"Someone?" asked Eliad.
"Yes...," answered the man. "My master... And well, Captain, I guess you could say."
"I-I see...," said Eliad. "Well, I hope he'll come. You have a good night."
"Thank you...," said the man. "Good night to you as well."
Eliad moved to walk away but blinked as he saw the red-hooded man. He glanced at him with his grey eyes. The older gentleman glanced at the hooded man also.
"Aallan, that's who I talked about," said the woman.
So that is the Aallan person. Though I can't trust him yet for my sake.
Eliad glared at the woman before moving to go inside, clearly done with her antics. However, he did not stay inside for long as he needed answers himself. He lets out a soft sigh before moving to return outside, leaning against the exterior wall again. He cast his gaze down over towards the man called Aallan, though said nothing. Aallan glanced up at him, beckoning him down. Eliad kept his grey eyes on the man before stepping down, not giving the woman a second look. Aallan cocked his brow at him.
"An' y'r th' bloke who sent m' th' letter, right?" asked Aallan.
"That's right," answered Eliad.
"An' were y' a' all interested in th' Barrows?" asked Aallan, stroking his chin.
"The Barrows?" repeated Eliad, resting his hand on his hip lightly. "Why would I be interested in that fell place?"
"Ne'er mind tha'," said Aallan, shaking his head. "Y' were wantin' somethin'?"
"It seems to me that rumors had been spreading," said Eliad. "Or rather...news."
"Go on...," said Aallan.
"Why are you interested in information about me?" asked Eliad. "About us?"
"I thought y' were wit' tha' sorcerer in th' Barrows a while back," said Aallan. "Wha' 'bout it?"
"Well, since someone had let out the truth about me, I suppose it's better for me to explain my past," said Eliad, sighing.
Aallan tapped his foot for some reason as he rolled his eyes.
"Alright, 'ere we go," said Aallan. "Somethin' t' do wit y' not likin' y'r dad o' tha' kind o' nonsense?"
"I'm only half," answered Eliad, nodding. "My father was the one that killed my mother. Where I am following her footsteps, my sister is following his."
Aallan looked over to the woman, pointing his thumb at Eliad.
"Right, an' y'r sis's th' more actively vicious one from wha' Velve told me," said Aallan.
"And I plan to stop her," said Eliad, nodding. "That...is one of my duties here."
"Hmmm...," came the older gentleman's voice.
Aallan lightly shrugged as he let out a sigh through his nose.
"Right...," said Aallan.
"I don't know what your intentions are, Aallan," said Eliad. "Though I pray of you to let me handle my own sister. She may be my enemy but she is still my sister by blood."
Aallan shrugged, flashing a smirk.
"Well, if y'r sister's got somethin' t' do wit' nonsense up north o' wit th' brigands 'round 'ere, ei'er y' let m' know, o' I'll find out," said Aallan.
"She doesn't care less of brigands," said Eliad, crossing his arms as he shook his head. "I know what she's after but that is a far way of the truth."
Aallan cocked his brow. The older gentleman got up and walked around.
"To her, I'm only the 'bonus' though I wouldn't doubt my...blood father would want me," explained Eliad. "She is after a friend of mine though he knows how to cover his tracks."
"Anythin' else..?" asked Aallan.
"That's about it," answered Eliad, shaking his head. "Whatever that may have happened in the Barrows or whatever isn't of us. You could say that we have our own personal goals."
Aallan pondered for a moment and simply shrugged with a smirk.
"Again, if y' find anythin' on 'er, jus' tell m'," said Aallan.
Eliad nodded, though smiled as if relieved.
"Well, at least you're not trying to kill me," said Eliad. "Last time someone found out, I was captured and questioned."
"Unless y' pull somethin' rotten, I won't be after y'," said Aallan.
"And if you should need help in any way, let me know," said Eliad. "I dislike the others as much as you do. Wouldn't mind giving a piece of my mind."
"I told you they wouldn't hurt you," said "Velv."
Perhaps not him but I don't know of this Dryn person yet.
"Noted," said Aallan, nodding. "'Have a good evenin'."
"Eliad Caer," said Eliad, moving over and held out his hand. "At your service."
Aallan shrugged, taking Eliad's hand with a very firm grasp to shake it.
"Aallan Scarlet, at y'rs," replied Aallan.
"Take care until we speak again, Aallan," smiled Eliad, moving to step back now.
Eliad waited as Aallan said his farewell and left before moving to leave himself. Though he was still wary of things yet to come.
