The request was primarily to deal with the servant, but what was it, you did in the Kel'riothar.
I'm not interested in hearing what you was told to do, but in what you were doing there.
The tension didn't grow, it seemed quite more, as she saw it as a kind of game, to get the informations she wanted...
The Devil nodded.
"Very well. What I was factually doing there is what House Cerastes specialises in: trailblazing. To boldly go where none of the Cosa Diavolo Nostra have gone before. And to be more specific, employing our specialities; diplomacy and ritualism. The latter, to see if we could accomplish great works, like I believe we did. The former to see if we could find any weaknesses with our enemies that can only be exploited by words, but not by war."
Radovan shifted his weight again. This position was wearing on his mortal shell. How could these fleshlings keep up with such a body?
"And to be more specific yet again, I assume your Grace would like to know what I, personally, was doing. I'm afraid it was dull for the greater part. As the Don of this House, it's my job to keep everyone in check, and to connect people. The time I didn't spend on that, I was flexing my own diplomatic muscles to reach common goals."
It's very nice to hear a lot of hot air, coming from your lungs and forming words... but a little more of content in your words would make them more interesting for me to hear...
she made a little pause, than went on
When I like to hear hot air escaping from someones lungs, I usually meet this needs with a dagger in his lungs but not by discussing with him...
"To each their own, I suppose. It's clear what your Excelence is trying to say."
Radovan thought more, a more snappy comeback, but he swallowed it just in time. And he barely blinked. Being threatened, hearing implied violence, did little to disturb his mood, no matter which mortal source it came from.
"I am more than willing to provide content for your Excellence, if your Excellence would be so kind as to be more specific about said content; about what she wants to hear."
Well... with any question I ask, I give you the chance to hold the answers of a thousand questions not-asked back. And you could say "you didn't ask".
So I gave you the opportunity to tell, what you thought would be fitting to put yourself in the right light.
You put yourself in a light, more than one time during our little conversation. And it always was a similiar light.
Before I only will think about giving you the title of a protector, dear Radovan, you will have to learn a lot: A lot about how and what the nothern empire is like and a lot about how to treat me.
Radovan bowed his head, in a nod of sorts, after Ka'Shalee was done talking. He wagered most people would be angered or sad after such a turn in the conversation, but he was still amused. Wagers were always like this; you won some, you lost some. Options were always there and to him it seemed he'd have to explore his other options.
"I guess that settles it then, your Excellence. I had wagered the title of a Protector would be a fine acknowledgement for what I and my House have done for you, treating your wounds and plenty more, but if this is how it is for now, you shan't hear a complaint. I shall give my dearest effort to expand my knowledge."
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