Elder Blood Witcher 559 Jolly Celebration!

The sun had just set and the church of the Eternal Fire had finally opened it's doors to greet those attending the banquet, the marble walls were lit with many lanterns and small burning piles of incense that provided the whole place with a tranquil smell. Of course there were many, many guards and Witch Hunters milling about to patrol the area, this was a requirement due to the kinds of people attending the event. Every single one was a potential target for capture and random or even a.s.sa.s.sination, though ever since Foltest's death a.s.sa.s.sins hadn't been thought of as a big issue.

Reverend Albwin Febert was stood next to the doors of the main hall where the banquet would be held, his arms held out wide as he greeted everyone with a grandfatherly smile. His bodyguard Card Dorcick was stood nearby fully armed, ready to meet anyone who dared attempt anything during the event.

Albwin "Oh! Marvelous, greetings Vidwile Molwid, your attendance today is a great boon to the church aswell as myself. You have my thanks." He greets a short chubby man with a particularly young girl on his arm.

Vidwile bows his head at the reverend and kisses his hand, "Please, the thanks belongs to you for setting up such a large event, you are one of the strongest foundations of this city and I'm sure many others share my sentiments."

Albwin smiles, "Oh, you are too kind. Please, enjoy the refreshments with your... Date, that I've had set up."

Vidwile nods, thanks the Reverend before leaving to mingle with the other n.o.bles present.

Albwin turns to greet the next person but finds himself enamored by them, the man stands at 6.5ft towering over the Reverend himself. His bright, almost glowing golden hair seems to light up the room along with his piercing golden coloured eyes. On the man's arm is possibly the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, a slim face with foreign features, black silky hair and blue eyes. They walk with grace and stop before the Reverend just as he picks his jaw up from the floor.

Albwin "G-greetings! I don't believe I've had the fortunate to make your acquaintance yet. I am Reverend Albwin Febert, the host of this auspicious event, might I inquire as to my guests ident.i.ties?"

The man nods, "I am Lence Flatu, and my beautiful companion is my mistress Rias Ryndal." the woman's smile doesn't move at the man's words and luckily the Reverend doesn't catch her stomping on her companions foot.

Albwin nods, his eyes looking over their outfits to ascertain their relative position in society, from what he can see they should be wealthy merchants or low n.o.bles attempting to blend in. Though from the looks of these two unique individuals he'd guess the latter. "What is your occupation may I ask? I find myself forgetful these days, age must be catching up with me." he says with an innocent chuckle.

Rias "My... Lover, is apart of a banking clan looking to stake a claim within Ard Carraigh and perhaps Kaedwen as a whole. Redania is profitable but expansion must continue regardless of its success."

Albwin hums in agreement, "Is that so? You seem quite knowledgable for a mistress, no offence meant of course." he says politely.

Lence "It's a must, as someone I'd converse with often she must have at least the minimum knowledge with business, my last mistress failed a deal and thus I, unfortunately, had to let her go." he says while slapping Rias a.s.s with a l.u.s.tful grin.

Albwin nods, "I understand, though I'd caution you against mixing business and pleasure, such things can lead to unfortunate situations. I've seen many a marriage destroyed by it."

Lence bows his head, "I thank you for your advice Reverend, well, we must be going for some Jolly cele-Ahem, Fine festivities." Rias leads Lence towards the large crowd surrounding a huge table filled with every kind of food imaginable.

The Reverend watches them go and rubs his chubby neck, "A memorable duo, I look forward to making deals with them in future."

The duo of Lence and Rias make it to a corner of the room where the latter throws her arms around his shoulders and begins kissing his neck.

Rias, or Risryn as she's usually known moves up to Lences ear, "Mistress? I'll show you Mistress Solaire!"

Solaire blushes "Forgive me Risryn but I don't wish to partake in that kind of relations.h.i.+p with you."

Risryn "I will stab you, if it weren't for this mission I'd have castrated you already."

Solaire pales slightly and pats her back, "Ah... Perhaps you misunderstood me, in my world Mistress means wife..."

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Risryn shakes her head and lets go of him, "Regardless, we must play our roles. If Talem and the others are unable to complete their tasks then I'll have to make a move. If that happens then you will be at risk."

Solaire "If all else fails I will simply tear the place apart and look for our captured friend, we should try and inquire about this building's layout, perhaps they have a prison or something similar to it."

Risryn nods, "It will be difficult, but we may have no other options-"

Somewhere music starts playing, trumpets and harps all playing in unison as everyone's eyes turn towards the entrance. The Reverend stands there with a huge grin on their face and his arms open wide as a man followed by many guards walk in, a few people in the room kneel when they see him, though many do not.

One of the men in the new arrivals entourage steps forwards and clears their throat as they begin to address the room. "May I introduce his liege, King Mensfelt of Kaedwen."