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"I'm not being stupid." Ci'aran countered, a small waver in his voice betraying his insecurity. He opened his mouth more, to complete his protestations but Iseult had equipped a stare, so serrated, he felt as if pushing the issue further was analogous to tightening a noose around his neck. "I just care about you that's all. Telath should have you around on a permanent basis."
Shrugging the burden off his shoulders however, Ci'aran accepted the situation as it was. He ought to have nipped the problem in the bud, earlier, if Iseult did not back down from the mage in the clock tower, how could he expect her to back down now, after everything had transpired?
He disagreed, vehemently of course, that there was no difference should Iseult survive or not. That he himself, had existed –before- he ever knew an Iseult was a very morbid and naïve approach. Sure he would survive, in the definition of the word, to exist and to breathe. But how much of him would be lost? More than he would like, more than he could care to count.
He made the determination then, that he would just have to protect her. Since his inability to reason prevented her for involving herself. Truthfully, he preferred if she did come. She had logic and reasoning beyond any he knew, he just did not like putting people at risk. Particularly Iseult of all others.
“Yes. Lets get going.”
It was only a few short strides to the Siege Principal de la Protectorat du Paix, located in the nestled corner of La Quartier du Sud. Even in the rising light, it still looked rather droll and unremarkable. A clay slab building in the middle of a deserted street, no crook or miscreant would ever foster the foolish idea of gallivanting around the Protectorat.
This was familiar territory to him. It was ironic in fact, for his barracks was only a few short steps away and the walk seemed someone reminiscent to déjà vu, they had planned to meet early, for the events leading up to tonight’s dinner was not until evening, but he wanted to make sure they were mentally and physically prepared for the task ahead.
All excuses for his unabated nervousness.
Pushing the door open to enter La Protectorat du Paix, he was greeted immediately by the dwarf captain that was as iconic as his post, casting a salute, Ci’aran walked straight forward, past the entry desk, and through the hallway to Captain Alsaille’s office. He knew the captain to be a punctilious person, and as such he knocked only twice on the door.
“Recruit Ci’aran Leonard, with Mademoiselle Fluersdotter.” Ci’aran said clearly through the door, “Here as scheduled, sir.”
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