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  1. Edric Barrett

    Edric Barrett For the Order
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    The three branches all connected to each other by the one common room. Affectionately called the foyer; upon entering there were three doors. Each taller than the average man but far too narrow to allow anything but single file into its holds. Behind each door there was a stretch of hallway that retrospective led off into a different chamber that would be conducting spot for each branch.

    From the right was the Theologian Branch, easily notable from the outside by its large expanse of building and fashioned after an old temple. The door upon its left was the Military Branch, neatly tucked between the bosom of the other two branches for obvious reasons. There were doors that led into each area from the military areas to allow the ease of those deeper within to come and go. Not to mention the ease of an attack should it ever happen. Further in the span of the left did the Inquisitorial Branch come next. Smaller than the other two by construction it was no less important to the structure of The Order.

    Seeming to enjoy the saintly number of three; there was only one other door within the room. It had been stretched over top of the other three, pushed a little further in and only accessible from this location by a long arching stairway. Less of a place of action like the other three, it acted like a meeting space for those who maintained command for the three areas. With the conjunction of the Holy Father.

    The foyer was generically simple. Shaped in a nave to keep some semblance of a basilica church. Bland with only a few pieces of tapestry or potted plants to bring some life within the cold stone walls. Sconces shaped from hot iron had been constructed to the inner walls as the vaulting of the roof made it almost impossible to spread enough light during the evening. Only few gothic styled windows, paired with flying buttresses pulled the light from the outside in.

    Musing privately as he stood waiting in the foyer for his companion; did he study the detail of the room. Like he had hundreds of times before, no less leaving an impression that the time before. The gentle creak of the leather straps pulled as he inhaled, the chainmail beneath the plate clinking against itself. The sword at his hip and silk from his right shoulder to his left rib seemed to be the only real sense of colour comparison to the magnesium colouring of the plate.

    "Are you waiting for someone in particular?" Another attending Order member asked as they seen him standing silently within. A quick look over surmised that she was from the Theologian side of things. A long brown dress laced her from shoulder to ankle, as the dark brown hair upon her head had been pulled into a neat side braid.

    Gently he smiled though it might not have been correct to call it a smile due to its lack of size or warmth. "I am, Ophieth." Her gaze widened somewhat at being addressed. After all he did spend the time learning everyone's name as he was never too sure when they may be of use to him. "If I grow bored of waiting, I am sure they will locate me. Thank you. Please," Pushing the ball of his foot to slide himself back a bit, a palm offered the way towards the branch she hailed from. "Do not let me keep you any longer."

    Confused by his tone or that there lack of; she nodded. "Oh, yes well okay. Um, if you need anything;" The apples of her cheeks took on a pink undertone upon realizing she did not have the same sort of ability to recall names of others; like he did.

    "Edric." Deepening the tilt of his chin with a mild suggestion of respect, he'd peer back over top of the girl towards the three doors. The conversation was over before it had a chance to begin. Taking note of it the girl gave three exact blinks, scratched her head, turned and promptly disappeared behind the first door.

    For now he would wait and continue musing about the architecture of the building. Yes, quite splendid it was.
     
  2. Edric Barrett

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    Old wood groaned against the weight of its hinges, as it finally revealed the being just behind the way. A little bit shorter than himself; the woman had a crest of blond hair sprouting up in a high pony tail. The colour was so bleached it was nearly white but her age quickly dismissed the potential assumption that she was in her later years. Still fresh faced and heart shaped; the woman's sharp ears cut in a neat line from one eye to the other; playing in a perfectly symmetrical appreciation.

    Unlike him, she was only partially draped in her armor. A long almost rosy red long coat like garment laced her frame only finding it tucked into her waist by a wide black belt. A hood had been sewn on to be oversized to accommodate her ears and hair alike; the dark hue almost enchanting gaze of her violet eyes drew to size him up. Quick and short; the woman let the door shut behind her as the long red tails of her coat flicked up behind her; only temporarily giving a brief glance of the shendyt. He could tell it was plated with bronze to look more like it belonged to the silver breastplate making it less like a regular shendyt. It would at least help movement in battle though he doubted there would be anything like that for a while. "My apologizes for keeping you waiting, Barrett." Her tone was apologetic even if her expression remained unmoving.

    "Think nothing of it Lady Iris." He had long forgotten the proper address of her surname considering they were merely a few years apart. She had advanced quicker than he had considering she spent most of her training here with Rauru rather than outside its reach.

    Each of them already knew that should a moment come that they needed to be in the line of fire; he'd be the brunt of the action. Iris was a scholar first and a peltasta second. "You requested my presence?" Waiting for her to line up in stride beside him; a soft beckon of her hand suggested to follow. "Is there something of urgency, Lady Iris?"

    "Nothing too particularly bothersome;" The tails of her coat kicking up again as she began to make her way towards the outside of the foyer. Though he personally doubted she would be leaving considering near the mouth of the foyer were two other hallways that ran off the left and right side. They were the pathways to offices for those who had stationary places within the Order. They'd be going to her office. A small little cramped place but no less efficient for conducting short business. Her lips were formed into a thin line doing nothing to suggest what may have been on her mind. "You do not have anywhere else to be?" The question appeared to be asked late as if it was just made away on her own private thoughts; she'd tilt her chin over her shoulder momentarily to ask him further with a raised brow.

    "No ma'am, I had just returned from Hera and was at home." The paladin strode after the woman with less pace and longer strides, "I came upon the request."

    A nod seemed to suggest she was pleased with the response as they took a sudden right turn to disappear between a pair of pillars. The narrow hallway opened to allow them single file passage, "Good, then we can spend the time talking about what I have planned." That would be the end of their small talk until they were within the boundaries of her office.
     
  3. Lamenting Mother

    Lamenting Mother You hear, but you do not listen!
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    “Questions can be asked under the embrace of the sun. Why take us from the warmth? We’ll catch a chill in your drab grey box.”

    The front doors of the foyer opened up, a monstrous creature being led into the building, the point of an eager young guard’s spear near to its scaly behind. The creature was about six feet tall, with green and blue scales, tongue flitting out from between the sharp fangs which lined its reptilian snout. The pale blue comb of feathers sitting atop its crown lay down flat, managing to communicate the creature’s perturbation without putting so much as a dent into the crocodile smile that was forever plastered to its face. But for all the peculiarities of the creature, perhaps the most bizarre was the fact that it was dressed quite smartly, if old-fashionedly, in a pleated grey skirt—with a hole through which its tail was fed through—and a loose-fitting blouse of a dark blue to match its scales.

    The guard guiding the beast by spearpoint was flanked by one more, and two others led from the front. All of the guards in question had hands resting on the pommels of their blades lest their prisoner attempt anything stupid in a bid to escape. Said beast, while clearly unhappy at its situation, was clearly weaponless—unless fangs and claws were being counted—though one of the guards bringing up the rear carried a burlap sack which seemed to carry the wear of the road. It looked around at the interior of the building, comb perking up slightly as it absorbed the sight.

    “Spoken too soon,” it said, with a smoother voice than one might have expected, though it held a hint of a rasp to it in the back of the throat. “Not a drab grey. Grey like iron. Like bars. Trap us in here, and leave our soul to freeze before even our body. Is that it?” The spearpoint prodded the base of her tail in response, not rough enough to draw blood but neither a gentle tap either. “Paak! Purple with pride, you are. A grape! Be mindful you not fill up with so much juice that you burst like one.”

    “Is that a threat, lizard?” the young guard asked, raising his voice.

    “An observation,” the beast replied. “We threaten nobody. But you? You are brimming with pride for capturing a harmless woman. Return our walking stick, at least.”

    “Not a chance,” the boyish guard replied. “Not after that stunt you pulled in front of those kids. Won’t find a meal in this town, monster.”

    “Paak!” the lizard hissed. What a stupid man this was. He did not want to listen, so he wouldn’t. She would simply have to contend with the questions asked of her. Then, these men would see she had done no ill and let her be in peace. Large yellow eyes scanned the room. She had the advantage over these humans in that regard: eyes situated on the sides of her head took a wide image of her surroundings. The disadvantage, of course, was that she could not see things literally right in front of her nose. But, the foyer seemed to be empty for the moment, unless someone was at the end of one of the two narrow hallways towards the front. And that seemed to be the case, voices echoing off the stone walls, and very faintly reaching her ears. She could not tell what was being spoken about, of course.

    “Here, into the center door, lizard,” the wilfully deaf man said loudly, prodded her again with the tip of his spear, as if she was too stupid an animal to recognise what ‘center’ or ‘door’ meant.

    “You needn’t be so rough, purple one,” she grumbled. “We hear and obey.”
     
  4. Edric Barrett

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    He wasn't overly expecting the lady to stop though the commotion that had alerted not only his round ears, pulled on her sharp ones. A hand came up to halt him, the purple irises turned sooner than the rest of her body; as they stood in the hallway. Awkwardly at that. Catching a glimpse of her looking towards him; her palm came to pat and push forcing him to press uncomfortably close to the wall so she might squeeze by and observe what was happening.

    Sucking it in much to his own discomfort; they managed to get by another without too much prolonged contact; only for him to exhale and shift to stand behind her. An inching finger beckoned him to follow knowing that Lady Iris was putting her nose into something that most likely did not involve her. While she was on the higher tier than he, it was evident that she liked to be involved. Directly or indirectly did not matter to her. Although personally he could not peg if that was how she advanced so quickly or not. Thankfully he kept his thoughts privy to himself and followed after her.

    A poke out with her head and the woman clasped her hands neatly behind her back. Shoulders were straightened then squared - in that order- "If you have need to direct anyone towards the militant quarter, guard, you may do so with me. The General and lower ranking colonels are currently busying themselves with matters that do not need to be disturbed." A voice was cold and cut getting swiftly to the point, "Is this how you treat all that walk into our halls?" Standing neatly behind her, Edric kept a levelled expression though he was already looking upon and over the lizalfos. Truly an odd sight to see within the halls but not unheard of. After all the treaty had been signed. Although he wasn't too sure when he personally had seen on walking around Rauru in recent months.

    It made him internally curious to what had transpired to result in this one being taken into custody, especially one that appeared to take to clothing. She looked prim and pressed, maybe a little too strange considering how often he seen her species running around in loincloth's if they felt the mood was fitting.

    For the moment though he would be the standing backup the Lady commander he followed under; watching and obtaining information that was generally kept silent to those who did not know how to observe.
     
  5. Lamenting Mother

    Lamenting Mother You hear, but you do not listen!
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    The lizard woman did not need to shift as much as her human escort did to witness the duo that approached them. All four guards stood at attention as a female and male of their kin appeared from out of a narrow hallway. Did these goddess worshippers not have the stone men amongst their number? She doubted that even a small one would be able to fit through a path so narrow. The female had the redness of leadership about her presence which even the eager guard seemed to acknowledge, pulling back his spear to stand beside him as he joined his peers at attention.

    The female spoke words which had little meaning to her, however. Something about not disturbing others, was what she grasped. She had been disturbing no one! Though, upon further inspection, it was her own kin whom she was speaking to, and not the reptilian visitor herself. She would not deny a certain relief in finding someone who did not immediately seem to suspect the worst out of her. As for the male behind her, he seemed to defer to the female's command and be silent for the moment and thus did not catch the lizalfos' attention quite as much.

    “Of course, Milady,” the young guard replied, a hint of pinkness taking root in his face. “We were escorting this lizalfos to interrogate it. If the colonels are busy, we can put it in a cell until they’re done.”

    One of the guards who had been leading from the front added, “It was causing a disturbance near the edge of the village, Milady. We had to take it into custody. A few kids were playing a bit too far from the houses, and this one,” he seemed to resist the urge to jab a thumb at the lizalfos, hand only twitching slightly, “Frightened them. It might have taken taken that child’s head off, had we not intervened.”

    “Paak!” the lizalfos hissed, lashing the floor with her tail to produce an audible snap. The youngest guard with the spear jumped at the movement, and seemed ready to pounce if the order was given. “Bullies and rascals! Treated the little ones poorly and found themselves on the end of a tongue lashing! Biting a head off! It is Hylian speech, no? To be rageful and red and rambling!”

    Shouldn’t it help her communicate to use Hylian slang, after all? She had been of the understanding that ‘biting your head off’ meant verbally berating someone. So when the older children had stolen the younger ones’ ball and were throwing it back and forth without returning it, she had taken it upon herself to intervene. She would not tolerate bullies, after all, and if she had to bite their heads off to teach them how to share, so be it. Evidently, her threat had been taken more literally than she had intended it to be.
     
  6. Edric Barrett

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    A flick of an ear made a mild suggestion that Iris wasn’t too convinced about containing the lizalfos woman, but she did not interject. Her position remained rigid but little else was different. As per usual to what he observed of the lady commander, she let those around her complete their stories before interjecting something into the fray. Personally, he believed she allowed them to speak as much as they wanted until she had enough information or enough rope to let them hang themselves. Either worked even though that was not the intent right now.

    Barrett,” Raising her heel to press the weight to the other so she might slide sideways and face him in turn; he’d raise a partial brow to her. “What is your analysis of the events spoken here.” Either she was deflecting the situation onto him or was earnestly curious to know another thoughts. Nonetheless he was asked a question by a commanding officer and would not hesitate.

    He’d exchange a languid look over each member within the room, lingering a little too long on each before straightening his focus. “It appears decently presumptuous to believe that our lizalfos prisoner here was about to take a child’s head off.” Iris gave a shallow nod in a prompt for him to continue. “We have a signed treaty and those who may be assuming the worse and steal a chance to obtain a way of unjustly attacking or incarcerating the lizalfos being, in hopes to be falsely seeking merit. Your words sound very likely to this aim. Putting the cart before the horse as it were. Perhaps seeking to move the ranks quicker than what the policy states.” Edric tipped his head, “Lady Iris.” He said his temporarily peace on the matter.

    Iris hummed, turned and looked at the man who stated what had happened. “She states that there were bullies amongst the children. Tell me, were you there during the entire occurrence of merely passing by, if she had ill intent? Did one of the children say that they felt threatened? Did you see her attacking a child with the intent to take their head off? Please, I am curious to know the proof of action you have claimed. If you can provide the information logically with an enough proof then by all means we will put her within a cell but, by her words it sounds as if she was stepping in a child squabble. Could it be that you falsely accused this woman of due to her minority status within Rauru?
     
  7. Lamenting Mother

    Lamenting Mother You hear, but you do not listen!
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    It seemed as if there was honour among humans after all, for the female and the male who accompanied her appeared inclined to speak in the lizalfos’ favour. And it certainly appeared as if it was the female who held the position of authority amongst those gathered here. She ordered the armoured male accompanying her to speak his thoughts on the matter. To the lizalfos, it seemed as if she was testing her subordinate, though that may not have been the actual case. His response was clinical, and using language which largely went over her own head. The reference to the peace treaty, though, she understood, as well as the reference to the injustice against her. Whatever else he was prattling on about in the bureaucratic terms of the Order, she could not say—but he seemed to be on her side of the matter.

    The female spoke in simpler terms. “Yes, bullies!” the lizalfos repeated, nodding vigorously as her feather comb perked up higher. “No threats. Words! We speak helpful words. Bite off their heads with helpful words, not gnashing teeth!”

    “The children were frightened, Milady,” the guard said, doing his best to ignore the lizalfos’ interjection. “It—she didn’t attack, but we cannot know for certain that she wouldn’t have. Even the children she was supposedly helping screamed for help.”

    “Paak!”
    the lizalfos hissed in return, eyes narrowing on either side of her face. “Taught to fear those with scales and tails. The monsters have come! Flee and run! Death’s face is that of an old woman, claws wrapped tight around her walking stick. Must be a fearsome sight, indeed.” A fearsome sight to wet the loins of even Rauru’s finest, though she left that last unspoken. It would be folly to antagonize anyone any further, even if the moment justly called for it. “Fearsome or no, we brought no harm with us. Know now to keep our tongue stowed inside our maw, and not to smile with our toothsome grin.”
     
  8. Edric Barrett

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    Children are only taught to fear another by watching the actions of others.” Edric interjected feeling a mite bit annoyed with those who nabbed this woman. It was clear by her own frustrations that there was an injustice here. He’d expect more of an outlandish display of fighting if she was guilty and was trying to convince them of her false innocent. But she was complying with them decently enough.

    Iris hummed with a cross of her arms. “You realize these are children correct? If there was any actual danger, then I believe our current prisoner would have made more of an effort to avoid being taken in. Not to mention there would have been a call for others and the village would have been alerted. Children are children and they know no better. They may have been frightened but as Barrett stated, they learn such actions by watching others who respond in poor fashion.” Tapping her nose as if to blatantly hint the guards had overreacted, “Release her. She has done nothing warranting arrest and I am certain that our superiors,” She’d gesture to herself then Barrett and finally to the guards themselves, “Would hate to have their time wasted over something that is merely hearsay. Unless you wish to answer to the general himself, then please continue forth. I await to hear your fate.” The grim tone entered her voice near the end, even causing him to shiver involuntarily.

    Edric side stepped around making a cordial tip of his upper half to the woman, “I apologize for these men, please do not think of them so lowly. They are nervous and filled with stories that do nothing to bode any peaceful light on your species. But that does not give them the right to falsely accuse you of such actions.” Iris nodded along clearly done with the guards as she gave a shooing wave of her hand.

    The Order is a noble organization, but even we have those who make mistakes. Let us just hope they find the error of their ways and ask for the goddesses’ forgiveness.” Clearing her throat, “Please let us know if we can accommodate you for your inconvenience, Miss?
     
  9. Lamenting Mother

    Lamenting Mother You hear, but you do not listen!
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    This was a curious turn of events. If the guards were at all wounded in pride at being ordered to release their capture, they did not voice or act in dissent towards it. “Yes Milady,” they agreed in near unison, departing back on their patrol after giving their salutes to their superior officer and whatever official protocols the lizalfos cared too little about to pay attention to. At least they had the decency to return her walking stick and burlap bag, the latter of which she promptly slung over her shoulder as she leaned her weight on the first.

    “Eager to prove their worth,” she replied, as the two remaining hylians turned their attention toward her. “The young one in particular was purple with pride. Less so now. A brave face now, but looks ready to find a vacant corner wherein to lick his wounds.” The male has stepped forward, and made an odd lean forward in her direction. The motion seemed to carry a meaning behind it—it appeared practiced and intentional, at the very least, rather than any sort of stumble. The lizard-woman decided to mirror it herself, bending forward in a deepened version of her naturally crouched stance.

    “We are thankful for your help,” she said, comb rising to convey her pleasure. “Iron is cold and hard. Would not wish to sit behind it, nor find its bite upon our neck. You are good ones, blue ones—knowledge seekers and thoughtful speakers.” A forked tongue flicked out between her teeth, tasting the air. The sweat of the two hylians hung in the air, though they likely didn’t notice it themselves. But it was not as great in quantity as she would have expected. Some hylians permeated the air with their stench at the sight of her and her kin, like the guards who had now departed, but these two seemed to perspire at a lesser rate in her presence.

    “No yellow about you,” she said, a click of approval punctuating the remark as she closed and opened her throat. “Pleased not to be frightful. Thought our dress would help. It helps with some, but not all.” She had been told she looked ridiculous in her skirt and blouse before, which could be quite the disheartening comment. She meant to make herself non-threatening, but hated the thought of appearing comical to strangers.

    “Accommodation?” she repeated. Were they offering her a room to stay in? That was how that word was used, she believed. “No, no! Beds too soft! Torn apart by claws, and few money gems to pay for damages. And tail always escapes the covers—knocks over the candle sitting on the little table.” She shook her hands in the motion she had learned most races uses to convey a negative. “Nature provides. Starlight brightens our nights.” She did not want to be rude though, especially after they had helped her out of such a precarious situation. She owed these two at least some of her time. “Would hear from you instead. Hear and listen. The first without the second brings no goodness. Your Goddesses, your Order. Always listening. Always learning!” Her crocodile grin was unfaltering as always, but seemed to intensify as she spoke those words.
     
  10. Edric Barrett

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    She spoke strangely and referred to herself as we, which he wasn't sure to the reasoning but if it made her content, then he was not to judge. Speaking about colours and the likes; Edric promptly corrected his stature back to one who was awaiting orders. Iris was currently still presiding and that meant he was still in the line of duty, even if it was informal.

    Iris on the other hand didn't seem to stir to the woman's commentary. Rather the commanding lady offered what could be considered a wooden smile - easily the most compassionate thing she could muster without looking too terribly frightening and awkward. "Ah well I shall keep that in mind." She'd scratch her nose softly, "You were looking for information pertaining to that of the Order or perhaps on a certain section of the Order miss;"

    It became abundantly clear that the woman at his right was attempting to figure out the lizalfos name but doing it in a way that was too obscure. Iris could be direct but it was usually pertaining to orders, not to pleasant gentle conversation. "Dear madam, I believe my commander here is looking for your name so we may not be rude and call you something unkind." Edric hummed before making a soft motion to the lady hylian. "This is Commander Iris Whyte," Her name still made him muse internally, but continued on nonetheless to himself. "I am Edric Barrett, and if you are curious about the Order I am sure that of myself can fill your interest. I would hate to keep the commander tied up as she is quite busy."
     
  11. Lamenting Mother

    Lamenting Mother You hear, but you do not listen!
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    The hylian female reaching for the lizalfos’ name had been altogether far too subtle for said lizalfos to catch on to, of course. She heard the word ‘Miss’, but did not realize the meaning of the inflection with which it was spoken. Miss: it was a name humans used to address females who had did not have a life-mate, was it not? But then the male called her Madam, which she understood to be a name for a woman in a position of some authority. It seemed less applicable—if anything, the hylian female was the ‘Madam’ of this scenario, and not she—but perhaps there was an alternative meaning to the word she was not familiar with. Her upbringing had admittedly been sheltered, even by the standards of the Lizal.

    “Miss is correct,”
    she said, giving a firm nod of her reptilian head. “We take no offense. It is an applicable name. We are female, mateless.” Oh, but the male went on to indicate that the female was called Commander Iris Whyte, and he himself was Edric Barrett. The comb atop her head perked up slightly as realization washed over her. The name of her birth was not one she used any longer—it had not been discarded so much as burned away to ash and cinder. But she could oblige their question with a half-answer which should serve to satisfy them. “Oh, but we are a lamenting mother,” she said, introducing herself as she most usually did. “It is what we are, and thus what we are called by many.” She had seen it written in the Hylian language—which she had painstakingly become semi-literate in over the course of a dozen years—as Lamenting Mother, though she did not think of it as a term deserving of capitalization. Humans were strange, with their grammatical rules. What had started merely as a way of addressing herself had become her new name through a combination of the passage of time, and the rules of the Hyrulean world.

    She turned her head away from the male to give the female a nod. “We understand. We do not wish to cause trouble for Iris Whyte. Please, do continue your commanding.” She followed the statement with yet another nod, this one of dismissal—a motion she favoured for communicating with Hyruleans, lacking the ability to form the minute facial changes they often used to communicate. “We are good for listening, Edric Barrett. Questions for questions make fair trade. We mean not to be bothersome, though. Tell us if time is wasting.”
     
  12. Edric Barrett

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    She was... peculiar. Even by his known standards of Lizalfos. At this point he was not sure if it was due to her being incredibly overly formal or just the strange way she took to speaking almost androgynously that left him mildly concerned and amused. Even how she came to understand the miss and ma'am parts of them speaking to her, was intriguing. Evidently she took things literally. The comb upon her head seemed to speak the same volumes he was coming to accept. Iris may have quirked a bit of a smirk to her lips but it was promptly covered up with a cough. "Lamenting Mother," She'd nod in a sense of formal introduction. "Actually if I may interject before my comrade here fills in your questions, Lamenting Mother; I am curious to know your reasoning for being here at Rauru. I was going to debrief Barrett for a mission before we were interrupted by your rude captors."

    He'd raise a brow in mild intrigue, "It is not often we see Lizalfos within the town even with the treaty in place, so I can surmise my commander is curious about why you have chosen to come here now." He'd implement his own thoughts onto the end of Iris's. "And please, just Edric. Only those who are within the Order and are lower than my ranking ought to be calling me that of Edric Barrett or sir." He did not smile mostly due to not feeling the need too; but kept the conversation pleasant nonetheless.
     
  13. Lamenting Mother

    Lamenting Mother You hear, but you do not listen!
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    Iris Whyte coughed, inciting a reflexive flick of the tongue in her direction, but her scent did not seem to indicate sickness, nor was the air in this room very dusty. Exactly why the hylian female had coughed at that moment would perhaps be a mystery for the ages. A mystery which was promptly forgotten due to the query which followed: what had brought Lamenting Mother to the human hive called Rauru. And it was a hive—many workers living in tandem under the rule of their leader, building their walls and ceilings, from stone and wood rather than wax, but the concept was largely the same. Their word for money even rhymed with their word for honey, and what else were these great hives expected to produce at their very core?

    “We did not plan our route,” Lamenting Mother said honestly, hoping that she wasn’t about to get herself back into trouble. “The Swamp sings our path, and when not the Swamp, then the Forest. When not the Forest, then the Grasslands. Our feet follow the song, and we follow our feet. The song is melodious here, so here is where we are.” She hummed a solid but quiet note to punctuate her remark, following with a nod.

    Her large head swiveled of its neck towards the male. “Just Edric, then,” she said in agreement, nostrils crinkling slightly. “You are given a mission, or will be. We would not interrupt on purpose.” She was curious about this mission, but recognised her place here was as low on the social hierarchy as it could possibly get, with the exception of that of the bone-kin, perhaps. If Rauru was a human hive, than it was evident that Edric Barrett was a warrior bee, evident by his build and the steel skin he wore. He seemed kind upon first impression, but Lamenting Mother had little doubt he would slay her kin without mercy should they prove themselves a threat to the hive and its worker bees. If this mission had to do with bandits of her kin—which was the first thought to cross her mind, whether true or false—then she would wish to put a peaceful resolution to it. Somehow.

    “Do speak,” she said to the pair. “Without us, if need be. But we offer guidance and assistance wherever harm can be avoided.”
     
  14. Edric Barrett

    Edric Barrett For the Order
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    "Ah," Leaning his weight onto his right foot over his left, he'd give her a minor cursory look over, "You've merely wandered over this way." At least that was what he was surmising as it appeared Iris seemed to come to the same conclusion. Honestly it appeared the lizalfos was sincerely in the wrong place at the wrong time to attract the fellow comrade's stern and frightful gaze. Alas then it appeared Iris and himself were in the right time and place to correct such actions. He was almost tempted to make a praising comment towards that of the goddesses themselves, but refrained.

    "Actually Lamenting Mother; you're timing is quite impeccable." He caught a bemused glint within his commanding lady's eye as the lizalfos seemed to note that he had previous engagements. Such engagements that were about to be sidelonged from how he was reading the situation. "I have a few more questions for the likes of yourself, pardon my prattling on." Side stepping to almost pace in a thin line; the woman opened her hands to place upon her hips. Opening the stance to see less formal and inviting. It made him nervous truthfully. "I could actually use some guidance, I was about to inform that of my subordinate of the potential of a new assignment. One that may be of interest or at least one that could use some insight of that of a former opposing force."

    His brow must have been raised as she gave him a pointed look. "Would you mind joining us within my office Lamenting Mother?"
     
  15. Lamenting Mother

    Lamenting Mother You hear, but you do not listen!
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    Edric Barrett made the claim that she had simply wandered over, and in a way she supposed they was not far from the truth. Her wandering was rarely without purpose, whether or not it was known to her, and it seemed as if the reason for her appearance in Rauru was beginning to reveal itself. Iris Whyte’s request was a most peculiar one, and unexpected as well. Though, up until several minutes ago, Lamenting Mother had expected her impromptu visit within the stone walls of the Order to go in a very different direction than it was now. An amused click sounded from the back of her throat.

    “Questions, we will answer,” the lizalfos replied, giving a vigorous nod of her head, upon which the comb was standing upright and perky. “And guidance we will share. Your office, to speak. We are grateful, yes!”

    This assignment, whatever it was, was certainly an intriguing prospect. Something which could use the insight of a former opposing force… Naturally, Iris Whyte must have referred to the Great War. What sort of insight was she seeking? That she thought to ask was promising, and a peaceful solution would hopefully be able to be reached.

    “You lead, Lizal shall follow.”
     
  16. Edric Barrett

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    Nodding sternly, a twist of her heel suggested she was keen on attending to whatever sudden thoughts popped within her trap like mind. Iris made one low beckon of her fingers suggesting them both to follow; her steps a little more eager than they had been previously. Offering to the Lamenting Mother to step in line behind Iris first; he'd take up the rear. Acting as if he might be guarding the rear out of habit; "I appreciate your patience Lamenting Mother." Iris started leading them back towards the narrow hallway, doing little to ease her pace. Thankfully there was no one down the way that would force them to awkwardly suck up to the walls; but that didn't mean it wouldn't happen. "We've recently been in talks with those of the Gerudo town."

    His attention lifted with eyebrows but made no comment as of yet, "With the current state of things, Rauru is quite far from that of the desert; as I am sure you are both aware of." Tipping her chin over her shoulder; doors on their left were evenly spaced out. About six feet apart; each door lead to another office. Some were used and others were open ready to be filled by someone lucky enough to earn such a place. Though personally he did not think desk work was enthralling, he'd be content to remain in the field until he was forced out of it. "I am not currently sure whom is working the heads of the Gerudo town but I am sure we will find out later. At the moment;" Iris stopped suddenly, turned right around and flicked a hand to open the door they stood in front off. "We've been requested to send a few good people towards the southwest;" Her gaze sized them both up. Twice. Then she stepped inwards and around the petite desk to neatly arrange herself in a perch on the chair.

    The room was plain and only one chair sat in front of the desk. It's back was expressly open allowing room for those who had tails or frills to fall through without too much discomfort. "Please," Edric would offer the chair to Lamenting Mother so he could close the door and stand off to the right. Almost tucked into the corner but with his armor and his width, he wouldn't neatly fit there. "Are we beginning a new trade line?" He dared to ask finding his own curiosity coming forward by Iris's careful words. He did well to notice she had not stated outright the reason for the Gerudo town or why there would be people sent that way. Only saying they were in the middle of something.

    "Potentially in the future." Leaning backwards she'd fingers were steepled before her nose. "Lamenting Mother; I am curious to know how close of relations you have to that of the gerudo and any other former opposing force. I will elaborate further in but a moment, but I am curious firstly to know how deep your alliances run. I am looking for a diplomatic soul from our former enemies and you certainly appear to have a strong intelligent head on your shoulders."
     
  17. Lamenting Mother

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    The female led, the male motioning for the lizalfos to continue ahead of him. Sandwiched between two warriors of the Order within the narrow hallway, there was more than a slight discomfort taking hold of the reptilian woman. No room with which to maneuver around them to escape, should they be leading her towards her doom. She felt shame that the thought should even cross her mind after the great assistance the pair had provided her, but it was not entirely unwise to maintain a healthy amount of guard.

    As they walked, Lamenting Mother remained silent and listened to Iris Whyte’s speech. Talks with the Gerudo. This was perhaps a piece of good news: though Rauru Village itself was far from the desert, the territories belonging to the Order and Gerudo were still adjacent, leaving room for potential squabbles to arise. The state of ‘being in talks’ implied that at least a peaceful route was being taken. As Iris continued, she spoke of sending people to the southwest—doubtless a diplomatic delegation of some sort. If so, perhaps this Iris Whyte sought some understanding of the Gerudo from a third party and that was why she was being invited to her office.

    The male, Edric Barrett, spoke the polite word for asking for something upon their entry into the office. Lamenting Mother stood still for a moment, a faint tilt of her head as she studied the man’s face. Did he just ask her to negotiate a trade line with the Gerudo? It took a moment longer for her to realize she was being directed towards the solitary chair opposite the desk. It possessed an open back, but the reptillian woman still rotated it ninety degrees, taking a seat and using the chair back to rest one of her claws. If one looked closely, they would find each individual talon carefully manicured to a dull curve—not the typical beastly weapons of the lizal.

    And now Iris Whyte came to the point. Lamenting Mother hummed a low note, considering her words a moment before speaking. “The Gerudo are known to us,” she said with a firm nod. “The desert warmth is kind to Lizal scales and spirit, though the air is dry. We grew in the Swamp, but have come to familiarity with the Desert since the end of the war. The ears of one or more Matriarchs may beckon to our voice, but we would not presume to have great weight to pull.”
     
  18. Edric Barrett

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    He was certain he was grasping what Iris was up too but at the same time, he didn't want to jump in with presumptions. The room only heightened the curious tension but it not in a way that was awkward or noteworthy.

    "Good." Leaning back into the contour of the chair; Iris turned a momentarily eye to the likes of him. "With Barrett here, I was looking to assemble a few willing souls to depart towards the south. We are in talks with that of the Queen Gerudo-" He wasn't sure if that was a correctly placed title or one that was just worn for the sake of it, "Of creating a place between our lands and theirs. A neutral position to bolster the hospitality between the Order and the Gerudo. Of course, I'd like to have some insight to the Gerudo as I am sure they would for us. What I am asking Lamenting Mother is if you are perhaps interested in helping us, help the rest of our realms tie together. A diplomatic mission to build a village with Gerudo and Order alike."

    Edric was surprised even if he tempered it. The Order wanted to extend the olive branch to the Gerudo. He couldn't say it was a bad idea but he was sure there had to be more behind it than just that. Mostly likely a strengthen tool for their lands. "Barrett is one of the men I wish to send that way, but I would feel far more comfortable with another voice alongside. I would not be surprised if the gerudo have a party of one of our races to give them a deeper view."

    "This missions is merely diplomatic?" He asked making sure he was on the right trail.

    "It is as well as building a place that the Gerudo and our higher ups had deemed, Tarrey Town."
     
  19. Lamenting Mother

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    Whatever mission she has expected Iris Whyte to discuss, it was not one such as this. The feathery fringe upon Lamenting Mother’s head rose slightly as she processed the information that she was hearing. So the Gerudo Queen—she did not believe the Gerudo possessed a single unifying leader since the disappearance of King Dragmire, but perhaps one of the matriarchs had since styled herself with such a title—was in diplomatic discussions with the leadership of the Order of Rauru to found a settlement which would serve as a bridge between the former enemies. The thought was certainly a sound one, in the old lizard’s mind. A unification on neutral territory would foster bonds between the two faction, not unlike inter-clan mating unions between rival Lizalfos clans in the swamp. A clutch of eggs owed to two clans ensured that rivalries remained civil, after all.

    And this did not seem so different, at least from her estimation of the Gerudo perspective: the all-female people required a supply of men for the production of their offspring, and what better way to secure the resource? But the question remained of what the Order stood to gain, from diluting their blood and religion by creating such unions with the heathens of the sands?

    “We favour the growth of such a haven of peace,” Lamenting Mother said, nodding deeply. “Should this Tarrey Town become so, surely it will promote no less than that. Thus, we offer ourself to the mission of Iris Whyte and the Light Sage’s Order, with the stipulation that our neutrality remain so.” Standing up straighter in the chair, Lamenting Mother revealed surprising sitting height, considering the natural slouch of the lizalfos neck usually shortened it. “We beckon not to Order dogma nor Gerudo edict. Our function shall be that of liaison and peacekeeper, as it has been and shall always remain.” It was perhaps dangerous to make such a declaration in the house of the Hylian gods, but Lamenting Mother was not one to beat around the bush or make herself appear weak. But then, she did not expect that Iris Whyte would appreciate a dog any more than that. And perhaps she already had one in Edric—he voiced himself remarkably little—though she supposed they would learn more about each other on the road in any case.
     
  20. Edric Barrett

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    Steepling her fingers as her shoulders straightened waiting for the lizalfos woman to debate her response; Edric pressed his lips together. His mind was chaotic. While he truly believed in the Order’s cause, it was surprising the lengths they would go to achieve such balance. A new town between themselves and the gerudo was very intriguing. Though he still had to wonder what purpose it would serve in the end. Would it allow them to have a diplomacy between the two previously opposing fractions, or would it merely just be a temporary truce until the next evil king rose up.

    Pausing any reaction from himself as the Lamenting Mother spoke, agreeing that she liked this idea of peace. “Of course, that is only our aim of this Lamenting Mother.” Iris nodded pleased with herself. “A liaison would be greatly appreciated from the side that has once been our enemies. We shall truly hope this is the path towards a peaceful existence for both sides.” Unfolding her hands from another, they came to rest pleasantly on her desk. “For now, I will have to inform the others of this recent agreement. Barrett, please go and acquisition the supplies necessary for the trip. For yourself and for that of Lamenting Mother.”

    Sliding the chair out, he’d watch her with a careful nod. There was surely more about this than he could catch on. “As you command, Lady Whyte.” Bending at his waist once she was standing, “Shall we await further orders, or shall we begin heading towards the desert asap?”

    You may begin that way once you two feel comfortable. I will inform the rest of what has come to past and you will find your Gerudo liaison once you are closer to the location. You will know of the place due to its three large pillars erected. The setting ground for the town to begin,” Her eyes shifted to the lizalfos, “If there is anything you need, please let Barrett know. He will do his best to accommodate you.” Lips attempted a smile though it was strange appearing; the woman bowed her head and departed the room with little else to say.

    Stiffing his shoulders with a strong inhale, his attention moved to the door. A mind already working on what would be necessary to bring with them and what would be merely cumbersome. “This way Lamenting Mother. We will make our way to the acquisitions area.
     

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