The Keepers of Chaos: A Vault of Hell

Ryvvik Dlardrageth: XXXIV

Acceptance: XXXIV

"You were right!" Ryvvik pushed down the doors of the back chamber, his mind racing at the news he had just been given. They were so arrogant; that whole damned family, not realizing the mercy they had to operate under the Cassalanters. Despite his dislike for them he practically skipped with glee to inform Lord Cassalanter of the news.

"They did. He did. Dagult was scared just like you said!" Cersei yelped ecstatically as the small blonde girl seemed to race off the walls. He threw the door open, however inside the chambers he found no one, Lord Cassalanter must have been in a different room.. But not upstairs in the villa he had checked!

"Oh.." Nelius whispered disappointedly. "Well you'll just have to appeal to Daddy next time." The elf clasped Ryvvik on the shoulder. The Fey'ri nearly growled in response the elf always had a way of making unneeded snide remarks. Slowly a chant could be heard outside the doors but Ryvvik ignored them, closing it himself. The group had just retrieved Orangden leaves and looked..

"Heaven we look like shit." Gysheer scoffed, the tall woman slumped back into a chair cocking a head up to the sounds of prayer outside. "I wish I was back on that side of the wall.." Ryvvik gave the woman a cold look.

"Nothing could be more gracious than carrying out the tasks of our Lord Priest." Ryvvik corrected the woman. Gysheer smirked, rolling her head a tad.

"You know.. You said he was devoted.. But I didn't think that devoted." Gysheer laughed pointing at Nelius.

"Divine." Cersei raised a finger from a nearby chair, Ryvvik frowned. "Or.. good.. Gracious is.. The wrong word for that. Gracious is.. Yeah it's not right." He wasn't sure what he was hearing but he sat down still annoyed with Nelius's cowardice during their mission. He never particularly liked the elf. "So what do we do? Wait for Victoro or?"

"Oh don't call him Victoro.. Ryvvik doesn't like that." Seffia giggled. The girl snuggled close to Cersei giving a small wink to him. "Why do you call him Lord Cassalanter? Even when he isn't around?"

"Respect." Ryvvik growled.

"Uh huh.." Nelius pursed his lip. "Also you. Why.. Why did you come here?" Nelius leaned across the table pointing at Seffia, the velvet eyed woman narrowed her eyes pondering the question.

"What's it to you?"

Ryvvik instantly felt defensive when Seffia replied with a question. Something stirred in him around the girl, he.. Perhaps he was merely missing Lillian. Or maybe, it was time to give his son a new mother.

"I'm just.. Curious. It's a big thing, commitment to a faith such as ours."

"You do not need to answer him, if you don't want to." Ryvvik assured the woman. 'Since when does Nelius want to know about others?' Seffia fell quiet not answering Nelius's question. A bit of him felt relieved at that, the small mystery of why she had returned to their sect of faith, Nessus, why she had joined the faith to begin with was puzzling but felt better unanswered at the time being.

"Oh my bad. I'm sorry Lord Dlardrageth. Am I not allowed to learn more about the people I just robbed an apothecary with?" Nelius ciritized. The room fell silent with Nelius shaking his head irritated.

"Hey, I think Lord suit's you." Seffia whispered. "Just like annoyance fits you." she laughed a bit at Nelius. Ryvvik grinned and placed a singular hand on her thigh appreciating someone to call out Nelius other than himself.

"Look.. it's like a duck." Cersei held up a small wooden creation with small tendons and bloody fingerprints running its surface. The contraption resembled that of a duck though with sharp jagged teeth and.. Oh Nessus was that bit of a brain? "Quack quack." She chirped happily. Her grey eyes seemed dim and soulless while she marched the wooden contraption around.