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[ It has been a while since Bariyan last saw Seviilia, so -- even though he still feels that 'you seem to enjoy the company of the dead' was a bit of a jab -- he decides to take Koltira's implied suggestion, and go pay Seviilia a visit.

A few hours passes after this decision is made. He stands in the snow, studies his map, and then rolls it away to frown at the cave ahead of him. He'd managed to get directions from Koltira, and still got lost on the way. Damn death knights, living in the most inconvenient places....

Bariyan mutters to himself as he stomps through the snow towards the cave entrance. He calls out early, to make his presence known -- in case neither his holiness nor his heartbeat have already done the job for him. ]

Seviilia! It's Bariyan Kozar.

[It had been three days since she had hunted down insolent little Marduk and she was feeling pretty good about it. Mostly. There was the small footnote that she would be a dead woman once Koltira found out, but she was trying no to think about that.

Of course, that lead to actively thinking about it -- that Koltira had managed to instill a sort of fear in her that she couldn't shake. It made her angry. Enough to leave her pacing the length of her little cave, until she hears a familiar voice.

Familiar, but entirely unwelcome.]

What do you want, crusader?

[Oh, well, that was a bit unfriendlier than she meant it to be. She does not come to greet him, but if he steps inside, he will no doubt smell a bit of blood. The white wraps she wears are clearly stained with it, lazily washed out.]

Your company, of course.

[ Bariyan takes her acknowledgement of his existence as invitation to come inside, and does so quite cheerfully. At least the cave offers some cover from the wind and snow.

He comes to a stop as soon as he's within, though, to breathe in and note the iron tang on the air. He looks for Seviilia in the dim light, and at her stained wraps. Warning bells go off in his head. Still, he thinks, best not jump to conclusions.

He brightens up and shows no sign of any suspicion. ]

This is a nice cave you have here. Very homey.

It suits my needs. I prefer to move around. You are lucky to have caught me at all.

[That's why he's here, right? Because he figured out what happened to Marduk. Not that she will out right accuse him and incriminate herself. She thought she did a decent job of scaring him into silence.

She turns to look at Bariyan and wipes the contempt from her expression.]

And why on Azeroth would you seek my company?

[ Bariyan's still looking around the cave -- vaguely hoping to find some sign of whatever it is that's put this blood in the air and on Seviilia's wraps -- but when she turns to him, he meets her gaze and grins. ]

Why wouldn't I? I'm surprised there wasn't a queue at the door. [ A beat. ] At the cave mouth.

[ He moves further in, towards Sev, still investigating. Perhaps she's just been killing wildlife again. ]

[The most telling of everything is the singed cloth at her shoulder, where the blood is most present despite whatever washings she had preformed. But she is careful to keep it mostly hidden, turning as he turns to keep it out of the light from the cave mouth.]

Funny. Does Deathweaver send you to do his dirty work now?

[She doubts anyone is even keeping tabs on the mutineers now, but that wouldn't cause him to leave her be. When Bariyan breeches the invisible bubble of trustworthy space between them, Seviilia takes a step back.

Friendly or not, he is still a crusader.]

[ Bariyan winces, over-dramatically, and inhales a sharp breath between his teeth. ]

Ooh, was I that obvious? Yes, I'm in the employ of the Ebon Blade now. Your commander's too busy planting flowers to check in on you himself.

[ He stops moving about the cave. He's seen all that there is to see, he thinks, and none of it's helped clarify anything. ]

Don't get coy with me.

[She wants to break something of Bariyan's right about now, but she has already risked too much with Marduk. Her hands and shoulders quiver for just a moment before fists form and all movement halts.

Seviilia remains half turned.]

[ Bariyan raises his hands and his eyebrows. He can't stop himself from grinning. ]

We can't help who we are, can we? You should know.

But no. I'm not here on Koltira's behalf, though he told me where you were. I am acting entirely of my own accord.

[She sways just a bit on her feet, her brows furrowed and her stare hard. So, he didn't know then. Not yet anyway. Good.

Good...

Her expression evens out, though it doesn't hint at anything particularly happy or calm -- just neutral, if not a bit searching. Ok, so maybe he was telling the truth. That still didn't answer the greater question, as he hadn't yet attempted to strike her down or...well, do anything else.]

I don't understand.

You don't? Well. [ Bariyan puts one hand against the wall and leans, then waves his other hand around in a vague gesture. ] You see, Lady Seviilia, when a man likes a woman very much...

[ Some people really can't help who they are. ]

[The elf's quizzical look doesn't evaporate right away, but once she processes what he is saying, Seviilia bares sharp teeth and closes the distance in a blink.

She stops bothering her attempts to hide her shoulder, and uninhibited, she will end up very close to him and his face. Her voice is a low growl.]

Are you mocking me?

Edited 2014-01-18 23:16 (UTC)

[ Bariyan backs up towards the wall just a bit, grinning widely. If he were just a little less protective of his own life, he'd reach out and chuck Sev under the chin now, or maybe run his fingers through her hair -- but he knows that'll earn him a quick death. So his fingers twitch, but he manages to stay his hand. ]

I most assuredly am not. You've a lovely face, my lady.

[ His eyes settle on her shoulder, and his initial wariness floods back into the forefront of his mind. He takes a careful step to the side.

He highly doubts that any wild animal did that to Seviilia. ]

You know, the last crusader who said that to me ended up in an unmarked ditch, alone in Durotar.

[What she would not tell him was that the statement he had made was mutually exclusive from the incident.

Still, she follows him like a hungry wolf. The anger melts to mirror her behavior, though the grin is obviously a bit forced.]

You came all the way here to compliment me, did you?

Yes. I've been thinking of you since we first met. I haven't been able to sleep properly since gazing upon you.

[ Bariyan spins to try and put his back to the cave entrance -- to get Sev out from between himself and the exit. He laughs, and holds out his hands. ]

Speaking of last time-- I took some of those furs from when we last met. Yetis, yes? Did you know they were sentient?

[ Bariyan hadn't. That'd been something he'd learned from the family he'd been boarding with, when he took the furs back. ]

[She sees what he is doing, but she allows it. At the end of the day, even if she thinks she can take him, she doesn't want to subject herself to the burn of holy fire if she doesn't have to.

Seviilia stops when he brings up the yetis, straightening and offering a small shrug of surrender.]

Looks as if you have caught me, crusader.

Ah-- you knew, then. [ Bariyan shakes his head. He doesn't seem terribly offended, though. ] Did they fight back? Did then run?

Most likely. I do not remember much of it.

[She shrugs and flips her hair over her shoulder in the process.]

[ Bariyan nods. ] It was a while ago.

[ Then he nods to Seviilia's shoulder. ]

Did a yeti give you that?

That is not your concern.

[She looks past him briefly and then looks back to his eyes, staring just a little too hard.]

[ Bariyan tries to avoid following Seviilia's gaze and looking behind him. If something was sneaking up on him, surely he'd have heard it by now. Right? Right. ]

Perhaps not, but I'm concerned all the same. [ He cocks his head to the side. ] If something's hurt you, you should tell me! We all have to look out for one another, eh?

No. We don't. It is negligible.

[She considers charging him to chase him away, but the last thing she needs is Koltira getting on her back for attacking the living again. She turns her back on him and moves to sit on a raised block of ice.]

It will heal.

[ Death knights!! So unfriendly!! They'll be the death of Bariyan. Probably quite literally, at this rate. ]

But it hasn't, yet. [ Bariyan leans forwards, just slightly, rubbing his chin. ] Is that because it's grievous, or because it's fresh? Or possibly both?

[Seviilia throws him a glare and tenses. Though Bariyan acted aloof, she had met enough people by now to know better than to take it for face value. He was onto her.]

Please. As if I would be crippled by such a small wound.

[She looks back down to her hands, focusing on opening and closing them.]

If you have something to insinuate, then simply say it, crusader.

[ Bariyan straightens up. ]

No insinuations! I'd just like to know what you fought, is all.

[ All right, maybe one insinuation: he's not sure that anything but a transport could have injured Seviilia. Not unless she'd tried fighting a mammoth, maybe. ]

Edited 2014-01-19 22:51 (UTC)

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