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Archalen followed the order, and walked in to the dimly lit room. From what he could see, the space was spartan and very unadorned. He knew not if this was the like of all of Vortex, to under furnished rooms so but instead focused on his teacher. "Mistress Iranca" Archalen greeted with a slight nod of his head. As the Hated one watched him, he too, watched her. Her phsquie was striking, and the Thane thought that in many cultures she would be considered attractive. But no, not here. This Esh'lahier had little care for the underground ones, and would rather be somewhere else if not for the knowledge she could impart to him. Old superstitions and grudges still bore in the heart of the young shadow elf, and he watched the Mistress Iranca warily and without mirth.
But, whatever the prejudice within the heart she was here to teach him. To extended a service she did not necessarily have to, and so Archalen would extend both civility and obedience. He bowed deeply to her as he came to stand before her. The initial meeting here had gone much like he thought so far. No introductions and no playing around. Straight to the point, which Archalen appreciated.
As she told him to sit, he looked behind him perhaps for a chair. Although he knew there was not one there of course. Opting to follow her instructions and sit on the floor before her he simply watched her. Domination, that was the name of the game for the Hated ones, and her telling him to sit without a chair present was all part of their games they liked to play. The young thane cared not. For Ioannes only knew, if he could pass Mylairs strict training and regiments, surely this one before him would be easy by comparison.
So, he sat on the ground without care that his cloths would gather dirt. After her disclaimer about the lack of care she possessed (which didn't surprise the aspiring politician) she had proceeded to tell Archalen that should the unbinding fail, he would die. This, was something he had not heard about before. If she didn't care whether he pass or why he was here, she surely didn't harbor any care for his life. And if she didn't, she could easily try to fail the unbinding and kill him. Would she? The paranoia of the Thane certainly thought so. Would she kill him? To purposely fail the unbinding and end the life of this Esh'lahier?
A fleeting instance of hesitation on the part of the thane, as he quickly weighed the situation. He would have to trust her, or leave here and now. However, if the Master Mystic wanted to kill the Thane of Imperia, Archalen knew she could do so at any time. She could have done so when he first entered the room. No, he was at her mercy for now either way. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes he simply replied.
"I am."
His mind was racing faster then a sparrow in flight, and he knew this very moment could provide his downfall. Was it right to leave the bodyguards behind? He didn't know. Whatever happened was in Ioannes hands now, and that is exactly what Archalen focused on.
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