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Faust’s silver brows rose as Vyarin openly admitted her disdain for Mori -although he’d expected such from the bold druidess. Her contempt for her younger sister was more visible than the shadows at nightfall, but fortunately, this was something that might work in the Prince of Har’oloth’s favor. If Vyarin truly desired for Mori to be taken from her, then it was a service that the Vysstichi Lord could easily provide. “If you would like, I am certain that I could find a home for her, even in House Kitrye’veresi if she wished it.” Faust offered, shrugging apathetically. “Of course, if nobility is not her calling, I know a number of kindly families that would take her in…”
Glancing at Mori as she basked in Vyarin’s subtle compliment, Faust merely smiled. Vyarin’s younger sister was innocent, peculiarly so, and it was almost as if she’d been some locked up slave for the past several decades. Perhaps that possibility wasn’t so far-fetched considering the sisters’ isolated home in the swamplands.
“There’s five thousand crowns in there, milady.” the dark elf nonchalantly said, hardly concerned that the payment could have procured an entire home in Vortex. Although it was a hefty price to pay for a dagger that wouldn’t even belong to him, Faust understood the immeasurability of a good ally. Nodding as Vyarin explained that the dagger was enchanted (something that he’d known already), the Vysstichi Prince merely shrugged. In all honesty it hardly mattered to him why the weapon was so precious to V’lara.
"In that case I thank you for your mercy." Bowing humbly as Vyarin boasted of her benevolence in not transforming Faust into a toadstool or some other lowly creature, the Vysstichi Prince concealed a becoming grin from his lips. Vyarin could not begin to imagine who she was dealing with, but for the sake of the druidess’s pride, Faust did not debate her logic. He could have removed Vyarin’s tongue by the time she entered clara, but she didn’t need to know that. So long as she had the dagger, Faust had no qualms about her arrogance. “Elves…I’m not particularly fond of them, but I am sure that it can be arranged. But yes, I promise that she will be well taken care of.”
“And you will have your peace to conduct your experiments soon enough.”
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