Stormclouds Gather

[Hemlocke]

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Observant he remained, from the moment she accepted the hand and was pulled back to her feet, to watching the box closely, with the echoes of paranoia ringing in his mind despite her thoroughly pacified disposition at this point. The promise in Gallic tongue, followed by the symbolic gesture of trust between two parties, outlined the different backgrounds they both resided within, and hailed from. Shockingly, his voice raised ever so slightly in pitch from its darker tone, speaking "almost" perfect Gallic in reciprocation to the word she gave. Revealing that he had perhaps known what she was saying the whole time. Though his tongue was tinted by a lack of practice in recent time as was evident by an awkward roll at the end.

"Amis et alliés, jusqu'à la dernière goutte de notre sang."

After his words he lifted his hand to close the box, rather than select one of the offered "measures of trust", perhaps symbolic gestures too meant nothing to him. He lifted the box carefully from her well cared for hands and placed it back on the table behind her, approaching her again as his human eye gazed deeply into her stone gaze, measuring the dilation from impact before he gave a motion for one of the nearby rogues to bring something. Wiping some of the blood from the side of her head as he inspected it, staring down at its crimson hue, a look in his eye as if something was off.

He stood before her in silence, holding her gaze as he waited for perhaps twenty thirty seconds before a rogue returned to get his attention. His voice lifted to speak to Yolande once more.

"I'm sure you won't be against an offering of chance to... re-collect yourself, before negotiations?"

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