The Embassy

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

*Quavinir grunts in pain at the hit to his face, clearly not very affected by the hit to his face, despite his nose begining to bleed.

"ah, if you continue to do that, I could begin to speak to your comrads about how you spared me for a ring of keys that now are useless."

*He says, a sly smile being brought up to his face.

[TornadoWatch 364]

*Quavinir grunts in pain at the hit to his face, clearly not very affected by the hit to his face, despite his nose begining to bleed.

"ah, if you continue to do that, I could begin to speak to your comrads about how you spared me for a ring of keys that now are useless."

*He says, a sly smile being brought up to his face.

"Silence with your lies." He begins attempting to drag him into the Embassy. "You managed to -escape- by the most petty, idiotic method I could've imagined. Last time I checked, those keys actually did work. Doesn't matter now; you're going to be dead in a few seconds. I have a good idea for that."

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

*Quavinir pulls away like a small child, not happy being pulled by Jonathan,and turns, facing Jonathan he smiles slyly.*

,

two things, ya know, before dying and all, first, the keys don't work, I told High Commander Khel about everything right after you left. Second, you haven't asked me to recant my faith, now have you? And as for the killing me thing it's really a bit overrated, isn't it? So how 'bout you let me go home, and never see me again, you win because you won't get your carpet dirty, and I'll win by not being dead, ok?

((sorry for the ((youtue)) thing, autocorrect is the devil))

[TornadoWatch 364]

Jonathan points his blade at the heretic. The message is clear. "Doesn't change a thing. It's either a painful death or a slow one; you choose."

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

*Quavinir pulls out his Scimitar, not at all happy to see the horrible turn of events, his face a solemn sad.*

Friend, you need not kill a me, despite myself being a heretic, cause honestly, your pointing a sword at an old, ill, sad, man, but if you must..

*Quavinir says, his voice trailing off, raising his sword for a moment a determined look in his eyes, he looks at Jonathan for a moment, than begins running towards the street, rather fast for his old age*

((Remember, you guys are wearing armor))

[SkyyoBee 249]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.