Anthony
The Hungry Wolf, a fitting name for a Tavern so busy with those eager to drink. Good solace, a rest from the daily bustle of Alynthi life. Often times it would be this busyness that forced away the unlucky few who couldn't find an early entrance. An unfortunate predicament, one that found an easy remedy for those with a heavier purse or a commanding tone. 

A company of two would soon descend upon this social place, the one who led a shorter figure found in fancier and hooded travelling attire, and the other much taller and freely fitted with the aroma of nature as befit a most intriguing Dryad. It would not be drink that they so desired, instead a notion for privacy. A room, and the largest one they could possibly muster. Wealth seemed to be no issue for this pair, and much to their mystery would find the gold offered to be more than accommodating. 

Up into the room, to find a rather versatile view and a space that could even accommodate the Dryad. A certain price had been offered of course, and any Alynthi host would try and oblige. A well patterned bed, sizeable and rather out of the way. Two carpets that neatly merge into one another, one embroidered with the symbol of the Capital's emblem. Ample lighting, decorative paintings.. Even a desk, to which caught the attention of the hooded figure.

Time passed, the bustle of the Tavern below looming into silence. What was the short figure had notably made use of her time, sitting at that mentioned desk with quill and a series of letters scattered about her. Paused thoughts, considerations lingered in her mind like a plague. Her attire notably derobed slightly, the furry accessories discarded in the comfort of this privacy. Instead, the showing of a dress, Lazarothian in nature and clinging to her dark grey and white dappled complexion. Long, loose silvery hair ran down against her skin, a rare showing of an ocean-like blue in the glint of her Drowish eyes. 
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The window remained open, the background chatter of the outside remaining a keen reminder of just where she dwelled. A foreign land, one that she intended to understand. And of course, she wasn't alone in that room.

That supposed anger and poutiness had been more or less eased, a composure found as their company of two merged with the public crowds and then to the busy Tavern space. It would only be in the privacy of this room that she eased out her true thoughts, as simple as it was like plucking the undesired accessories from her person. But truly, she had far more important matters than to rant at the Dryad which remained her only company as of now. Though, nor would she aim to comfort.

Sat down by the desk scattered with letters, the open window breathing some life into the Alynthi room. - Vierna seemed busy enough, a quill in hand at the desk shuffled beside the window place. A series of letters remained scattered, one in particular being the very catalyst to her actions. The deed, and letter from her Aunt - The Duchess of Syvarethe who spoke of great urgency and worry for the lands she had temporarily left. The others, attempts of her otherwise busy mind. Thoughts to supposed allies, names she remembered back home. The wisdom her Aunt offered her was keen in her mind, that much clear. 

Of course, a few stray moments she would look over to the silent Dryad - a look of mere curiousity. That whole sudden drama she found more or less justified in her mind, an exposure of a facade she was most unprepared for. Vierna didn't want to tread over old ground regardless, and in that way she imagined only to offer dismissal if more apologies came her way. Instead, the soft utterance of a different topic came to mind. 

"This Half Human.. Would he know where to find you?" - The soft Transylvanian tone purred out while her attentions remained on those letters, audible enough for the company of two.

The calming aura of nature was not something Vierna herself seemed pleased with. It was alien to her, unlike the busied Cities of Lazaroth in which she dwelled. The atmosphere of a Court, the bickering and gossip and marvelled plots was her background - though she didn't despise the aroma of it all. 

Midelia's response caught Vierna's attention again, a gaze straying from the letter she was attempting, the quill drifting from the letter. Her reaction was one of a clear ponder, a stare upon the Dryad that clearly showed her confusion by the response of Midelia. The sharp finger point seemed to seal it, as her gaze returned to the letter from where she pointed. 

"Excuse me..?" Vierna sparked some bewilderment, almost an amused scoff coming after as she shifted her seat to look upon the Dryad. "As if I hadn't already made my intentions clear before, Midelia. I told you I wanted to meet him, and you told me you were expecting to reunite after his important business. However long he takes, I imagine we'll expect to see him soon given the time."

The remark on 'pressing matters' seemed to sting a little, as if being schooled by someone who she allowed to follow her, to share a room in the moment. That much seemed clear as her lips parted once more and offered a more irritated tune. - "Are you really trying to lecture me? I don't want to argue with you, Midelia, but Gods do you make it hard not to." A narrowed gaze soon left the Dryad's view, returning to her letter regarding a Count from a local region in Syvarethe. A simple note of friendliness, dashed with that Drowish noble charm.
Victor
**I am sorry just it's been a strange past weeks, for me and for you a-and i... I just don't know.**
Anthony
Jade met Sapphire in those sudden moments, Vierna having turned her head again to look upon Midelia while she seemed to offer some apology. It seemed genuine enough, no longer were it the words of the overly shy facade but one who seemed to properly prepare herself. One that would require acknowledgement, surely? But no, instead a question. One spoken in a tone of perhaps more genuine curiousity than irritation. 

"Why do you do it, Midelia..?" - The Lazarothian offered, her free hand resting up against the desk to tap a calm finger at her lower lip. Contemplation, as she inspected the Dryad up and down as if that bore the answer for her. 

"You mentioned not trusting others. A defense mechanism, yet you've rather openly exposed yourself to the world you hide from. If you fear those who inflicted that suffering to you, that scar, then I doubt a shy exterior works any better. Confidence, I've found, is a powerful tool. Oh well.." The Drow shrugged after all of that, a calm ponder on Midelia's plans before returning to the letter in question.
Victor
```Observing the dryad would allow you to see more of her finer features, despite being a walking tree the dryad had a very lithe humanoid form. Some might even call it a beautiful form, yet it would go accompanied by many more natural and animalistic features. Her body would be made of a thick orangeish phoenix like bark with softer red aspects in some areas, the bark would be noticeably less thicker around her face and more sensitive parts.```

**I do it because it works, people see me as nothing more but a naive nature spirit. And it's rare for me to leave the forests very rare...**

```Her jade eyes would look the drow up and down as well, inspecting her much like Midelia herself was being dissected with the saphire eyes of Vierna.```

**Th-this era of exposing myself is n-not normal it's rare i worrybit is a mistake...**

```Her response would be she would look back out the window as she holds her arms behind her back, she wouldn't respond to the notion of confidence being better.```
Anthony
One could certainly admire the features of the Dryad, however strange they may appear to the naked eye. Natural beauty blended with the features of humanity - quite the combination. To the more unconscious thoughts, she could imagine a certain few back in Lazaroth who would seek such a prize. - Vierna was born into that culture, but even she wouldn't condemn someone she'd consider friendly. The She Elf almost smirked at the Dryad's response, a curious hum while offering supposed wisdom of her own. 

"Well perhaps you need to change your tactic in quite the different setting from your Forest homes, hm? Adapt, as some say. For all I know of City life, shyness breeds weakness. Don't doubt that there are scum within this land that may intend to exploit it." The Drow offered a keen little nod soon after, offering her side of dice then adding the more blunt addition. - "Alternatively, you can continue to spin your little game. Just get better at delivering your truth. Nothing so sudden, next time. Perhaps an announcement that you have something to tell..?"

To Midelia's own inspections, the Dark skinned Elf remained a beacon of Noble complexion. Legs crossed, the slim figure of the Drow relaxing comfortably against his seat as if she owned it already. The Lazarothian dress she wore was a sharp contrast to the travellers attire before - dark lining amassed by a shade of purple that covered the gown. It was ever so notable in its use for leisure, and a keen reminder of Lazarothians as a shameless kind, not afraid of showing one's natural self. Thus, the showing of her white dapples dotted along the darker skin was quite notable. 

"Mistake or not, it's better that I found out this early. Atleast you made some attempt of an announcement. I tend to treat those that decieve me harshly." An extra emphasis on her final word, the Noble offered a fairly smug smile before shuffling back to her letter writing.
Victor
**So what happens after you met the human? Will you leave for Lazzaroth and become a royal that enslaves others, perhaps you will enslave m- A- Ah forgive me that was too harsh i-i didn't mean it that way, i just haven't heard too much great about what happens in Lazaroth for those poor ones captured as slaves. But you seem different perhaps a wind of change in this?**

```Her French accented tongue would speak, the stopping herself midsentence and apologizing would indicate an uncertainty in her voice as she tried to speak to the drow over her future.```
Anthony
The scar was quite the morbid sight, one so clearly by Vierna's refusal to look at it for too long. It was a stark reminder of the trauma the Dryad faced, but nonetheless she has seen it all before. 

"Uh-huh.." - A quiet scoff would be offered at the Dryad's reasoning, much more showing her refusal to enable such an argument. She wouldn't care enough to argue her philosophy, simply stating her view to a Dryad who supposedly struggled in these new lands. 

More important to her, was the sudden boldness in Midelia's tone. The question of her future, of Vierna's future, no doubt. The complete ignorance of Lazaroth seemed clear by Midelia, possibly another point of gossip about the exotic island nation. 

"I aim to follow my Aunt's wishes, Midelia, simple as that. And one doesn't gain a title by playing the Rebel. Slavery is a key part of the Kingdom, one that even the Queen would struggle to get rid of." Spoken in a tone where it was unclear whether she supported or disavowed the action of enslavement. There was a neutrality in her thoughts, an answer she hadn't yet reached. "But my Aunt always had plans.. An attempt to steer away from the cruelty of my Ancestors. The start of something new, one that she believed only I could succeed in. The fact that she wrote that letter only speaks the blatant truth that I must act. So no, I don't plan to enslave you or anyone else if I don't have to - neither do I intend to free them all and have some great party. It just doesn't work like that.."
Victor
**Ah-ah i am aware, i was just curious how passionate you were about i-it all hahaha...**

```With an awkward laugh and the usual stutter Midelia would do her best to switch the topic for a bit her mind wasn't exactly sure what to do to brighten up the mood between the two. She would think for a bit and eventually simply burst out a new question, her mind wouldn't be sure what tho. But she'd find something at least, something which doesn't resemble much of a question but more about her journey with the human.```

**Ah well i'm sure Henryk will be here in a few hours at the least, he is a very timel-timely man. Me and him have an agreement as well a form of mutual partnership, i teach him some of my more tribalistic medical tricks or biomagical abilities while he teaches me more of the refined medical arts. H-how about you Vierna, what is really your passion?**

```With that out of her mouth she would turn around and set herself up against the window, having her backside rest on a small tablet infront of it. With the sunlight going inside it would almost be like looking upwards in a forest with the sunlight breaking through the canopy. The difference here would be the two bright jade eyes staring at you, as well as the hands of the dryad. Hands she seemed to be playing with perhaps a sign of nervousness or boredom?```
Anthony
The awkward laughter caused her to cut much of a response, incredibly doubtful that this creature of nature knew anything of the politics of Nobles. The Drow wouldn't want to argue about it though, perhaps drained by this constant cycle of bickering that she'd rather avoid. One could tell she was done with it, that irritated side glance apparent for only a moment until Midelia attempted to change the topic in one way or another. Now the story of the Doctor, and something else that could distract her thoughts. 

"You seem to sing some praise of him, and trust him enough for a mutual partnership. It does interest me in this eventual meet, I admit. Doctors are useful, afterall." The Drow merely offered with a shrug while at her desk, her gaze still focused upon the letters in question while offering her words. Thus, quite hard to decipher any expression that lingered. 

"My.. Passion? Right now, it's making a good letter." A soft snicker would be offered, silence following as she slowly finished the letters in question. A final dab with her quill against paper and she was settled. In truth, every letter was a potential ally in her legitimacy. A future issue solved, another card to play. For what she considered most as Lazarothian Nobles, there were some elsewhere she had considered. Ideally, a rather powerful man of Gantrick. As influential as he was cruel, the Slaver Duke who had worked with her Family before. - One she found no pleasure in working with, but that was politics.
Christopher
**On cue, when the fair lady made her remark about making a good letter, a slow knock would be heard against the door. . .**

**. . . Knock. Knock. Knock.**
Victor
```The awkward situation Midelia and Vierna had found themselves in would finally come to an end, no longer did Midelia have to make a fool of themselves or Vierna make herself high and mighty. It would finally be over with the knocks reverberating through the room, the dryad would rather quickly turn her head in an eerie fashion. The sound of leaves moving and wood creaking would be loud, it would quickly be followed by the heavily French accented voice of the fae.```

**Ah that would be him, i-i did tell you he would find us. I will open up.**

```Her arm would point towards the door, yet it would remain closer. The fae would mutter something to herself as soon roots sprung forther from the arm, a good 4 of them almost as thick as the arm of a halfling. They would move rapidly through the room remaining at the height of the arm, soon they would reach it as she opens the door in a rather swift motion. Retracting the roots as quickly as they came, the backlash would cause her arm to be pushed back quite a bit. A motion she would try to make look natural by putting her arm back behind her back grabbing onto her other arm. A slight smile would appear on her face as the autumn-spirit would greet Henryk.```

**A-ah you found me g-great, w-we didn't really deci-decide on a spot di-did we... I-i hope you do-don't mind the comp-company.**

```She would say in a timid manner as she looks over at Vierna and then back to Henryk's general direction.```
Anthony
The knocks came quicker than expected, diverting the Drow's attention both away from Midelia and the letters she so instinctively shuffled to the side. A side eyed glance watched closely at Midelia's extension of roots, the urgency of that door to be opened seeming ever so clear, while also rather unnerving. 

A famed Doctor of some repute, even as a Half Human. Perhaps it was normal in this strange mainland, oh how Alynthi surprised her every step she made. Strange or not, Vierna knew how rude it would be to avoid looking new company in the eye. While Midelia reached for the door and began her talks, the Drow Lady ever so casually shuffled from her seat and adjusted at her Lazarothian gown - quite the intriguing look for one so foreign of that land, she imagined.

"Hm.." - A minor hum to herself, the Lazarothian took one step closer in the rather sizeable room that she purchased, unlike other company finding no shyness in her exterior.

Long, silvery hair drifted down to around upper back length, a sharp contrast to the tones of dark grey that dotted along her skin. Pointed ears of an Elf, a fair complexion and along her skin the appearance of white dapples. - Mirroring the appearance of the very night sky that her kin found a symbol of pure beauty. Lower down still would be the ensemble of Lazarothian garments, a dress shaded in a darker purple and bearing an almost intriguing combination best reflecting her origins. A symbol of Noble elegance, yet also a pride in one's form like no other. All in all, a sapphire-blue gaze loomed over in interest at the doorway and new company that awaited the pair. A look of intrigue, and quiet judgement appearing on the Young Drow's face, cascaded by a faint smile.
Christopher
**There he was, the o' prestigious Half-Human Doctor. His pale blue eyes would be cast upon the room he'd enter in. The light of the hallway behind him casting a dark shadow into this _dimmer_ lit room. He took cat like steps, a certain grace in his movement— every foot placed was with a calculative measure. He was a pale man, with a gaunt facial expression. His eyes and cheeks sunken in slightly. He was thin too, for a man— was his features sharp or was he simply a small eater?**

**He appeared to be dressed properly for a supposed common folk. He wore these checkered slacks, with leathered shoes. A dress shirt covered his upper body, accompanied by a sleeveless purple vest. He had no tie around his neck, simply choosing to expose his skin instead. His wavy dark hair lended itself to add to his gothic appearance.**

**He was picturesque to a human.**

**Now that he was here, he carried this cold atmosphere around him. His pale blue eyes looked to Midelia, then slowly to the drow before him. He could _smell_ the noble presence which radiated off of her. He has commerced with higher society enough to tell whom is of the high life, and those who aren't.**

**The doctor, carrying this neutral expression, would turn his head o' so slightly to look at Midelia, giving her a slight nod.** "Midelia." **He'd acknowledge her, before completely stepping into the room. Now, he'd address her question.** "No, I don't mind." **Henryk responded. His voice was articulate and proper— it was evident he spoke in a calm manner. He was an academic, and confident in himself too.**

**He paced himself two or three steps closer to the drow, meeting eye-to-eye with her. His pale eyes locking with her gaze, holding them there as he would speak to the fair lady. They would cut like knives— metaphorically of course, as he would examine her, attempting to extrapolate what he could from sight alone.**

"To whom do I owe the pleasure of speaking with?" **The Good Doctor spoke thus.**
Victor
```She would look at him for a moment as she straightens herself a bit more, towering over both the drow and the human. Yet not really showing off her adventage in stature, she would clearly not be the dominant in the room. She'd put her hands together infront of her as she forms a small little ball, her long pointy fingers going outwards. She would open up her barken mouth and her voice would meet the world again.```

**Th-that would be Vi-vierna a drow explo-explorer i met o-on my travels.**

```With a slight smile she would push the ball into Vierna's camp now hoping and being quite sure that the drow can explain herself. Seeing how the elf is from noble blood and quite talkative, makes the fae certain that these two will get along decently.```
Anthony
Every detail seemed of note to the quiet Drow, the way he strode in, the attire and very look of the Man that claimed to be some Half Human Doctor. Her best chance would be those few simple moments of acknowledgement to Midelia, and his brief scan of the spacious room around. 

The finely fitted attire was one thing, a look of Affluence that highlighted some familiarity with the local lands. - hardly Lazarothian in nature. He seemed to be no simple common man, though she assumed regardless based on his occupation. Truly, what caught her eye most was the blatant look of him. Pale skin, rounded ears.. No sign of the usual half human mutations she expected from a Half breed. It was quite the intriguing sight, to look upon one that looked almost identical to the tales of that ancient and extinct race. Quite the rarity, indeed, the Shy Dryad had indeed not been fooled by any trickery of his origin. The coldness he brought seemed a unique touch, but for one so calculated as a Doctor it was hardly a unique thought. It did make her think however, how one so cold found interest in the innocence of Midelia.
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That momentary pondering soon was forced to pass as their gazes soon matched one another, her oceanic blue merging with the paler shades found from the slightly taller Half-Human. And what a stare it was, the Drow catching that glint of close inspection of Vierna herself. There was no understimating this one. As of now, Henryk would likely look upon one stare of quiet mystery. - an innocence surrounded by a look of Noble judgement. A faint smile remained on Vierna, eye contact lost briefly as she looked upon Midelia and her introductions. There was a subtle hint of amusement at the Dryad's shy facade again, but quick enough to be missed as she offered a nod and returned to her lengthy gaze towards the Doctor. 

"That would be me, Sir. Vierna Argith, an explorer as Midelia so simply puts it." - The Drow's tone was quick and confident, only further escalated by the soft and alluring tones the Drow were famed for. A theme of a Transylvanian blend, a Noble utterance she didn't intend to hide despite Midelia's set up. Better still would be the surprising offering of her surname, Argith. To anyone knowledgeable of Lazarothian Nobility, it held quite the repute though perhaps not for the kindest of things for the Mainland's view. 

"Forgive me for my choice of attire. Travel has been quite long. - so little time to plan for a meet with a famed Doctor, if I do assume. Midelia did seem to sing your praises, as far as my honesty goes." - There was a blatant hint that she knew how to carry a conversation, a subtle move of the topic of herself back to Henryk himself. She was intrigued afterall, and far be it for a gentleman to deter her from such discussion.
Christopher
**A unique choice of friend, Midelia. Henryk's thousand mile stare remained locked on her for a few seconds longer before finally he broke it. It appears as though he was reading her, trying to see what sort of game she might be playing at. Her noble attire, her race, he recognized the cut of cloth she was from. His experience with Higher Society and the elves would lend him to believe she was indeed Lazarothian— there was no doubt about that, but, he pondered _how_ Midelia mixed herself up with this individual. The gears were turning, as he pondered if there was more beneath that Dryad's bark that hasn't been revealed yet.**

**Regardless, the Good Doctor would make a slight scoff, briefly glancing back over to Midelia.** ". . . High praises you say?" **He would say— those eyes seemed to hold a certain level of doubt. No. It wasn't doubt. It was an inquisitive look. He was trying to read the room between the two individuals present. What words could've been possibly exchanged here?**

**It was clear he was incredibly suspicious.**

**He now looked back to Lady Vierna. Now it was his turn to speak. He had the sense she was more than meets the eye— she had a mystique to her. Like a moth to a flame, he felt the want to draw closer to the fire. Who was she?**

"Henryk." **He'd simply say.** "Doctor Henryk. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." **He'd make a slight dip of his upper body and head— a bow to show respect. He identified what she was, and so, he would lean into what she'd like to see. His intent was to capture this person's favour, and learn more.**

**Now raising his head again, looking upon her, he'd beckon his own question.** "If I might inquire, are you possibly here because of the _Royal Gathering?"_ **He would audibly ponder to her. Her business could be totally unrelated, but, he gathered the sense she may feel flattered by his curiosity. She truly _did_ carry a noblewoman's aura. Despite that, he hoped that by inquiring about her business it might open the door to learning what her intentions are in Alynthi.**

**He knew this well. He has entered a game of 'Social Chess' with the Drow. Midelia was merely a spectator to the pair. This riled some excitement in the Doctor. He always enjoyed a good brain teaser.**

**The Doctor opened the floor for the next person to speak.**
Victor
**Th-there is a royal meeting? H-huh that would def-definitely explain the co-commotion in this ci-city and the countless cultu-cultures that have found the-their place here. I di-didn't remember Alynthi to be like this since las-last time i've been here.**

```The dryad would very much be aware of the ensuing game the two she brought together would be playing with each other, perhaps it was part of a greater design or sheer luck? Maybe even boredom on the fae's part, nobody can really be certain of what it truly was except Midelia herself. For a moment she would ponder on the thought of partaking in such a game, but in all reality such matters did not interest her. For now she has brought these two together and she will watch it play out doing her best to not intervene too much or at all especially with the drow on edge and the thousand kilometer stare of the human.```

**O-oh and yes i simply mentioned you, th-that definitely peaked Vierna's interests.**

```The fae would make her way to the table in the room as she decides to sit herself down near the table, with a rather calm motion she would move the chair and places herself atop it. The chair barely able to resist the weight of the walking tree as you hear the creaking of both it and the tree-spirit. Not really certain which is which. The fae would put one of her arms on the table as she would tap the table, the sound of sharp wood meeting the hard tablewood would reverberate through the room. Almost like a clock really, her head would be staring in between the drow and the human as her eyes turn to the one that is talking, but for now the one that would be talking would be her. As her soft french accented voice makes it's way out of the confines of her head and into the ears of those around her.```

**T-take a suit or well make yourself com-comfortable Henryk, h-how was the journey here yo-you said you had some business here.**
Anthony
Indeed, this little game has begun. A momentary narrow of her eyes watched the doubtful scoff of the Doctor and returning to look upon Midelia, then in return her own reply that obviously brought the attention back on her. Noting the tone of suspicion, Vierna attempted to reel him back in.

"Oh, please. Anybody who cracks that shy little shell of Midelia peaks my interest. And to hear, a Half Human Doctor, too, no less. Forgive me, but those things don't usually fit together where I'm from." - The Drow seemed to speak plainly, or she made it appear that way. A trustworthy notion of honesty, a tone well trained to reflect it. Her words didn't seem to indicate disapproval of the very idea, but an open curiousity that a foreign soul typically may have.

The offering of his name and bow seemed to be rewarded with that glint of approval, a smile and nod as she rested her hands against one another. - "A pleasure to meet yours, too, Sir." Offered respectfully enough, the coming question seemed to offer more intriguing of a response. A faint smile moved away to hear Midelia's remark, nodding along in thought before returning to answer the Man. - "Oh, I'm well aware of such a meet, but I'm only here out of that convenience. It was my intention to travel these lands, regardless. As Midelia said, exploration of my own." Now having answered the Doctor, Vierna seemed intent on spinning her own words. The Doctor wouldn't be the only one moving the conversation along, afterall. 

"Sit, if you please. One trend I've noted atleast of Alynthi is its vast availability of seats, heh. Unless, you're busy..?" - Playing coy in that final tone, Vierna truly wanted to gauge the interest of this Doctor. A simple question that could be twisted by a subtle tone of voice, the Drow watching him closely yet supposedly innocently.
Christopher
**There was a slight pause as both women offered him a seat, but, he would accept their offer for him to sit. He has been on his feet all day, after all.** "Thank you." **He'd simply say, before taking his own seat to have both Midelia and Vierna within his peripherals.**

**He sat with a sort of lax posture, throwing one leg over another, crossing them. A hand reached up to his collar as he unbuttoned the top two buttons, giving himself a bit more breathing room. The Doctor sighed, getting himself comfortable as he had deposited his reliable bag of _things_ by the side of his chair.**

"Yes, it _was_ a busy day. I paid the Alynthi Castle a visit. I saw my fair share of nobles, but, my business was with the infirmary." **He would explain all but briefly. One hand moved to place a fist against his cheek while the other rested onto his legs, close to his abdomen. He showed this aura of aloofness, managing to settle despite his suspicions.**

"So. Care to indulge me on how you two became acquainted? You're rather far from Lazaroth after all." **He'd comment, sending the metaphorical ball back into her her court. Thus far, he had a sense that this _femme fatal_ was a bit of a tease, she knew what she was doing— she likely has been playing this game for a long time in the Lazarothian courts. Though he hadn't shown it, his intrigue in _her_ only grew as they spoke.**

**He'd almost admire her. He'd eye those silvery locks of hair, the ebony coloured skin of the fair lady. She was a lethal beauty— one he would have to tiptoe around. Lazaroth was known for slavery, and he got the sense that he was an exotic specimen to look at. He was rare, unique. The pair in the room had no way of guessing what the other _half_ of his Halfling heritage was. He was the splitting imagine of _Man_ and that alone made him worth something.**

**Of course, he hadn't cared for what he was— he cared for his craft. He wanted to herald the world and all its splendours by his own merit. He wasn't an animal to be kept in a cage, he was an esteemed Doctor.**

**He'd guard himself, but gave enough to open the door for conversation. His business here didn't need to be private— in fact, it'd lend way for Vierna to cast more bait into the pond. It was a matter of not getting caught by her hooks.**

**The Doctor's eyes would travel between the pair while he was in thought.**
Anthony
To her, even as the man sat there seemed to be some story to tell. By the cross of his legs, the ease into comfort despite the suspicious nature that he seemed to show, it brought many subtle thoughts in the mind of the ever observant Noble. Confidence, or a facade? Or perhaps it wasn't truly that deep. Nevertheless, the Drow herself would casually navigate to her seat by the window, a grasp at one of the corners in simple inspection before she made a graceful descent down to comfort herself. 

A rehearsed cross of her legs, a careful lean as her fingers traced at her very own chin. Despite the distance, Vierna made keen eye contact with the resting Doctor, intent on him keeping that gaze upon her, too. It did seem like she knew what she was doing indeed, that confidence clear. The mention of Alynthi Castle showed some surprise from her expression, then a glance away to Midelia expecting some way of a response. Silence instead, it seemed, but she was quick to involve herself. - "The Alynthi Castle itself? High repute seems an understatement, Doctor Henryk." The Noble offered some flattery, though by his tone he seemed quite immune to it. It wasn't confirmed just yet, but she had far more to offer. A look of genuine intrigue flashed on her face, adding to her words with a smile. - "Ooh, did a certain Noble stumble after one too many drinks? Require the aid of a good Doctor, I wonder?" Some amusement was found in the scenario she gathered, one she doubted herself. Still, she found it a keen way to gauge whether this ones work was truly something intriguing. 
.

Of course, the remark on both the Drow and Midelia's friendship was something she found keen to answer. Midelia remained silent, perhaps to fulfil that shy facade or avoid the anger of a Noble Drow. It mattered little, for it was a game she found most keen. 

"Heh, I understand. I would ask the same given I were in your shoes, Doctor. On my own little journey through the mainland, I.. May have found some difficulty with a map or two. I got.. Lost, as annoying as that is to admit. Then, found by a familiar creature of the Fae. Midelia." - A faint smile and glance lingered back to the quiet Dryad, eyeing the gentle cease of her tapping. "She led me to a nearby town, and I felt she needed to see the land just as much as I. She agreed, then after a brief agreed separation, we decided to meet here again, in the very Capital of Alynthi." A quick nod went to the Fae Spirit before that look returned to Henryk. Her words seemed genuine, calm despite the Man as a stranger to her. Perhaps she hoped it would ease the more subtle tension in the conversation.

"Then you, Doctor Henryk, must have snuck in during our separation. Strangely enough, the Dryad is less a mystery to me than a Doctor of Civilised lands. I won't hide my interest in your rarity, Sir. Indeed, given the opportunity I would love to learn more about you." Her gaze intensified in that softness for but a moment, a subtle stare lingering off to the nearby window as she offered some final utterance. - "If you're willing to offer me some trust, that is."
Christopher
**Henryk was a blunt individual, and, he wasn't going to sugarcoat anything. At the remark that he assisted a drunken noble, he would simply maintain this thousand yard stare— pale blue eyes piercing the Lazarothian as he didn't find the notion entertaining, considering the gravity of the situation he was dealing with at that point.**

"Slaves." **The Doctor would simply say. The word itself would leave enough of an impact onto the Drow as to what exactly he was dealing with. After a moment lingered, he'd give her some elaboration.** "I was treating recently freed _slaves_, Lady Vierna. They were keeping them at the castle— ones that've crossed the Alynthi-Dasvaz border." **The Doctor would emphasize the slave part while holding this solemn expression, remembering days of his past. He was familiar with that border— Findara troops rolling into Alynthi to provide assistance with Dasvaz slavers attempting to capture more civilians for their own games. The memories of the battlefield left their scars, both mentally and physically. A flash of pain would be felt along his upper back as his memories had lingered in his mind of those events long past.**

**He was no longer looking at Vierna, but rather _past_ her. His eyes didn't acknowledge the Drow while he was in thought, before finally snapping back to reality as she discussed her relations with the Dryad. It appears that this Lazarothian was quite the free soul— to dare leave their homeland to witness the world. Admirable that such an individual wished to be culturally enriched.**

**The Doctor, after being asked for his trust, would simply pull his wooden pipe out.** ". . . We don't mind if I smoke, do we?" **He would ask both Midelia and Vierna. He knew Midelia _hated_ that he smoked, but seemed to tolerate it. However he was concern with what the noblewoman may say. He wanted to get relaxed— and every man has their vices. He just wasn't afraid to show that he enjoyed smoking of the pipe to edge off his stress.**

"I'll indulge you, if you indulge me." **Henryk had responded. This was a two way street after all. He wasn't going to spill his guts to her— he knew Lazarothians could be dangerous. It's maybe a bias, especially since he knew he had blood ties to that land. However, this mysterious woman had an aura of cunning to her. He wasn't going to fall victim to it.**

**His eyes casually looked to Midelia with a newfound suspicion of her too. Who he thought was a innocent soul was becoming more suspect. Who was she really? Those eyes would hold this inquisitive gaze, before passively returning to Vierna— the current centre of attention.**

**He pondered if he was caught in the spider's web already. . .**
Anthony
It felt like the very room shifted in that sudden change of tone. - A tease she intended as playful seeming to awaken something perhaps entirely unexpected. The utterance of Henryk's words seemed to piece through Vierna's composure momentarily, a loss in confidence as the man struck that thousand yard stare. "..Oh?" 

Assisting freed slaves, a work most just and kind to those fleeing from the terrors of capture on the Dasvaz front. Even as a Lazarothian, she could see the charity in assisting those lesser and in the wrong place at the wrong time. His elaboration seemed to settle the mood just slightly, determining a less hostile intent with those blunt words. Whatever the case, she knew she had to be careful somewhat. 

As the man's gaze turned to mere thought, looking past the Drow and away into some memory, Vierna seemed most curious. She was an Enchanter in secret, and a good one at that. A calm mind was one thing she could offer to those around her, which always made her curious with what startled the thoughts in the first place. Her words would remain diplomatic. 

"I.. I didn't realise your work was so.. Important, like that. I can see why you've been so busy, Doctor. Excuse my tone." - Vierna spoke softly, but enough to keep the topic on Henryk. Gods, she silently wished to move on from this, to avoid the mention of her origins and their history to Lazarothian slavery like no other. It was a weakness she didn't intend for, but things don't always go the way you want them to. 
.

Midelia's move to interject, an offering of drinks, seemed a keen enough distraction. A faint smile, while in keeping with the serious tone of slavery, would be offered aswell as a nod back to Henryk and the brandishing of that smoking tool. - "Mmh.. How observant, Midelia, yes. What better an acceptance of your smoking then an offering of some drink, too, Doctor? A worthy combination, surely?" Vierna offered more rhetorical than anything, yet seemed happy enough to recieve some answer. Midelia had given her some passing, an access into friendliness that befit the trio. 

The Noble Lady wouldn't call for a servant, though, far little couriers around on her personal journey. Instead, with a brief grasp of her dress she would ease herself up and slowly wander on over to the nearby desk with her belongings in tow. While this happened, Midelia would have been asking the questions of the slaves treatment, Vierna cleverly avoiding interjecting herself instead to look for a bottle or two of a Lazarothian wine she had brought along with her. - Oh, how Noble of her. 
.

"Consider this part of my indulgement." A hand briefly reached through her satchel to feel that familiar bottle, the crest of a Lazarothian Wolf marking its sigil. - Drowish marked the details of the bottle, a Red wine with the quality of some renown. Vierna's favourite, or perhaps what her upbringing forced as her favourite. Still, she would proudly present the bottle with a humble hold. "Let's talk, and drink together. Enjoy ourselves, as best as we can. Even if this ends in tension between the other, atleast you can remark on how clearly superior Lazarothian drinks are, hm..?" - Now that was clearly her playfulness returning, something she hoped Henryk would accept. Casually she brought herself closer to the CONVENIENT table to set down the bottle, the selection of glasses finding their way eventually. There would be one extra, for Midelia's sake though truly she had no clue if a Dryad could even drink wine. Oh well.
Christopher
". . . Yes, perhaps a drink would be nice." **He would nod as he had stood up from his chair. He'd move towards the window, opening it as he prepared his pipe, stuffing tobacco into the bowl. He'd take a match and light it, igniting the tobacco within as he would begin smoking by the window as to not let the smoke be captured within the room. He'd watch as the crimson liquid pooled into his glass. He couldn't help but think about the distinct smell of _iron_ in the air. The scent of blood. As the glass finished being poured out, he would take it by its neck, holding the goblet shape up to his nose to sniff it— catching a scent of its aroma.**

**He then brought the wine to his lips and drank it. Dry. It must've been aged for a long while. He enjoyed wine— it was the few things he'd find joy in. He always wanted to bartend when he inevitably retired.** ". . . Perhaps I should introduce you to some of my own selection." **The Doctor spoke, sharing the faintest of smiles with the pair, as he would set the glass along the sill of the window.**

"Yes. I treated the slaves to the best of my abilities. The Alynthi Biomancers already healed the most significant damage. I simply sped up their recovery— one notable patient, an Aasimar child, had multiple burns and lashings. Their muscles were atrophied significantly— a skeleton of themselves. I believe she was also a victim of sexual violence, she was incredibly weary of me. The nurses warned me she was afraid of men." **Henryk spoke, giving a heavy handed sigh.** "Fortunately I had my medicine. I think she'll be able to recover fully by months end with the medication I gave them." **He would add, smoking from his pipe, before letting the fumes roll out of his lips and out the window.**

"As you can see, Lady Vierna. . . _All_ my work is important. I don't know whether Midelia has informed you of _why_ I partnered with her, but, it's for the sake of improving my craft. I'm a pioneer of _Medical Arcana,_ and my interests lie in exploring this field of knowledge. Unfortunately, there aren't many like _her_ and _I_ who're interested in that." **A saddened look crossed his face as he sipped his wine.** "It's a shame." **He added, standing in a lax position against the sill.**

". . . And what of your aspirations, Vierna?" **He'd audibly ponder.**
Anthony
The Drow passively watched Henryk and his remarks on the wine, perhaps finding his dryness perfect to match with the very glass offered. A glass of her own, a keen swirl and closen to her nose would follow as those eyes remained focused upon the Doctor's remarks. One simple sip later, the taste would linger and some offering of a reply. "Oh, your selection? Well, you must, now that you've mentioned it." That faint smile would earn an appreciation from the Drow, too. Perhaps wine was the key to his heart, the barrier to some trust. 

"Gods, a child? A victim of.. Tst, Savages." - Hearing the account of his patient was quite daunting, a steady breath calmed by a brief glance out the window beside her. Vierna certainly wasn't cruel, as most imagined of a Drow. Such a tale showed a genuine guilt for the horrors of enslavement. 

"I.. Find value in your work, Doctor, I do. And.. It makes more sense to me, now. Different paths of medicine, learning from eachother. Of course, I'm no expert, but it seems like a useful trade." There was not much else she could really offer, the Drow lost in thought until that coming question came perfectly intended for her. It seemed the Doctor wanted to know more about her, this supposedly cunning Noblewoman from Lazaroth. The tales of his work seemed to soften her up from their little game, that much shown by her reply. 
.

"Funny.. Midelia asked something similar just moments before your arrival. I... Have a duty back home I must oversee. My journey here was a preparation for that role, to.. Perhaps see something that others of my kin choose to ignore. The outside world, and just what wonders I could find lurking within." Vierna mused to herself, a subtle hum as she sipped at her glass again. A flicker of her gaze moved back to focus on Henryk, a shameless smirk showing then fading ever quickly. - "Like.. Shy Dryads, or Half-Human Doctors. Grumbling Lumberjacks, and Strange entertainers.. Cities typically regarded as a hostile land, now put into some.. Context? Ignorance, is a foe I intend to conquer here. And now, it's become quite the urgent need.."
Christopher
". . . So you _are_ nobility." **Henryk's suspicions now confirmed as he's briefly nod along.** "And, with the intention to have a _ruling_ hand too." **He would then add, taking a short sip of his wine, the smoulder of the tobacco letting off smoke as it was whisked away with the wind. He'd look her up and down, before continuing to speak.** ". . . If I maybe so blunt, I can only assume you _are_ or _to-be_ a Lazarothian Duchess. With the amount of nobility here, in Alynthi, right now, it almost makes perfect sense." **The Doctor made his guess— his ability to extrapolate as much information as he could on display here.**

"Lazaroth has a large slaving culture, no? I can only assume that with what you're saying, you wish to change that. To a degree, anyways. It's very admirable of you, and perhaps even naïve. Ignorance _is_ one of mortal's greatest enemy." **The Doctor continued on, as he now stared at the glass of wine, already having sipped through most of it.**

". . . _Perhaps_ we can help one another. If Midelia here can vouch for you, then, perhaps there is some interest in _us_ getting to know one another better." **Henryk would drag a smoke from his pipe, before dumping the ashes out the window. Smoke rolled from his mouth as he shut the window behind him. He took steps towards his chair, seating himself in it as he would cross his legs yet again, relaxing himself.** "Tell me, Lady Vierna, how do you intend on changing Lazaroth? On _curing_ it of its ignorance?" **Henryk asked the fair lady. It seems his interest in her suddenly has peaked. Or rather, her politics has drawn him in. Maybe he sees something that'll help him on his end? Henryk has a few ideas about that, anyways.**

**For now he posed his question. How will _she_ be any different from the Lazarothian nobility?**
Anthony
Her silence seemed telling as the Doctor made his assumptions known. The Drow considered her position as Nobility to be quite noticeable, yet the assumption of her future Duchess title was quite impressive. Instead, she would only watch and allow Henryk's words to flow into genuine interest.

"..I am not blind to the horrors of slavery, nor its benefits. But, it would take a Queen to solve such matters." - Vierna spoke plainly. It was not a statement of a coup, but a fact she clearly struggled with.

It would be the next choice of words that intrigued her the most, however. What could this Doctor do to help her, she wondered? A sudden interest in her and her coming policies, it really brought a new shade to Doctor Henryk. "And what could you do for me, Doctor..? Forgive me, but you haven't indulged me enough for these answers. Why does Lazaroth suddenly matter to you?" - There was genuine curiousity, a narrowed gaze watching Henryk closely.
Christopher
"I'll be frank, Lazaroth doesn't matter to me. The suffering of people do, however." **Henryk would be rather blunt about this.** "So does my ability to conduct my research." **He would then add that portion to the equation.** "But, I won't elaborate until I've heard of your plans— tell me, Lady Vierna, how will _you_ cure such ignorance? Believing that you need the weight of a Matriarch to cause true change will only lead you down a path of disappointment— one where you resign yourself to accepting failure. If you truly want change, you'll do whatever you must, despite what little power you have, to cause enough of an impression to challenge fate itself." **The Doctor had now sat proper, out of his lax position as he showed a flare of passion in his voice.** 

**Then he placed himself at ease.** ". . . We've _just_ met, that much is true." **He would finish off his wine, setting it onto the table.** "However, I am a man who doesn't have much to his name beside his renown. Sometimes, when you see an opportunity to push one's agenda. . . You must _seize_ it. Midelia and I have only known one another for a short while, but I know that our partnership will benefit many people— I see the same in you, my lady."

**Pause.**

"So indulge me. What would you, a _duchess_, do to change your people? Your _kingdom?"_
Anthony
Again, silence seemed a theme as Henryk offered a tone yet unseen to her. Words of an intelligent man, a wisdom lingering in someone who faced conflict and troubles of their own. Passion, that was the key element that caught Vierna's attention completely. Who was this man that Midelia ended up meeting, that then led to Vierna ending up in the same room as him. Did fate play a role, challenged by his drive? 

"Hm.." - The Drow leaned back against her seat, that suspicious narrow of her eyes seeming to lessen as the need for indulgement slowly found itself sated. Her words wouldn't be wasted, instead focusing solely on the only question that mattered. What she would do.

"I would shatter the archaic ties that my Family has forced upon my land. Years of rule under an iron fist, one that can no longer persist. You may say it's weakness to rely upon the weight of a Matriarch, but in Lazaroth she is everything. Only in cooperation with her will I garner a united message, of change that I have heard, the Queen Dakashira wishes to instill herself." Vierna spoke simply, one experienced with the Lazarothian ways yet also still a Young Drow. There was plenty for her to learn, but she had been forced into this position by the political movements of other more violent actors. - "Do you intend to act as guidance for me, Doctor Henryk? I still don't see your side of the partnership.."
Christopher
". . . You and I are beings who strive for change. For development. To strive for a better tomorrow." **Henryk would identify.** "I've spent countless years in Findara, but, there is not a day where I feel satisfied. There are always sick, there are always meek, there is never enough healers— never enough _medicine._ I've told Midelia here my struggles. There is never enough supply for the large demand, and worse, not enough who can pay for the care they need. As much as I wish it was, my work is _not_ a charity. I cannot make medication appear from thin air. Biomancers won't always be available. I want to revolutionize Medical Arcana, and make medicine more readily available. I want to save lives." **A pause.** "But I need help."

**He'd then allow silence to linger in the room as he looked to Vierna, allowing her to digest this information before he made his proposition to her. To let her understand what his struggles are, and what he wants.**

"I want you to sponsor me." **He would now reveal.** "I will give _you_ and your people medical care— I will even teach people my craft if you, Lady _Vierna Argith_, give me what I need. I will assist you in your campaign for change, I will show your people that Vierna Argith _is_ the future if you help make the future _I_ want a reality." **Henryk would boldly say. This was a side of him even Midelia hasn't seen yet. His overflowing confidence. The swagger which he carrier himself with.**

"If you don't trust my abilities. . . I invite you to Alynthi Castle's infirmary to see what I've done in a day's work. If _that_ isn't enough, I'll show you my machinations. And if even _that_ isn't enough then I'll come to Lazaroth and heal the sickest peasant you can present to me." **Henryk would say o' so boldly.**

**The Doctor would lean forwards slightly.** "In Findara I have only a clinic which I have to pay for in _property taxes._ Payments which could be used towards paying for ingredients necessary to make medicine. I had to ask the local butchers for the leftovers of animals so I can engineer some of my concoctions. Findara won't give me what I need because they rely too much on magic— on Biomancers. Healers who aren't readily available. So I ponder this. Will _you_ listen to me?" **Reiteration. He wanted to get the point across— to glue it to her mind.**

**With that final question posed, he took the bottle to fill more of his cup. He settled the bottle, taking his cup and leaning back, entering his relaxed position as his pale blue eyes met her own.** 

**He then took a sip, before uttering a final string of words.**

"_Duchess_ Vierna Argith?"

**The Doctor beckoned her name and title.**
Victor
```She would rise having denied any glasses, despite suggesting it Midelia wasn't a drinker at all. Or well not in the natural ways of things Midelia much like other plants has other ways of getting nutrition while being able to do the same as the "Other" Races she would very much prefer to do it the traditional dryad way. She would move back to the window as she leans partially against it recreating the previous view Vierna had been priveleged to, the sun shining through her leaves it would be like the canopy of a forest a rather mesmerizing sight really. Adding to it would be the pleasant form of the dryad and simply the natural feeling she would release, a feeling she would add to by speaking her word a bit more.```

**S-so you plan to do business with Vierna, i-i think it might work but well i don't know if i-it's a great idea really. Wh-while not every Lazarothi is a sla-slaver would it rea-really be sma-smart to focu-focus our efforts on them? Not to mention the huge risks La-lazaroth can bring with it, it-it's a very big risk Henryk one whi-which Vierna definitely knows.**

```What Midelia said might ring true to some, doing her best to not really offend Vierna as she puts up a rather genuine smile. Going to Lazaroth and leaving to serve under Vierna, it's all very risky all it would take would be the usual backstabbing the drows are known for and all their efforts would be for nothing. A risk Midelia is definitely thinking about in the labyrinth that is her mind, her usual paranoia and scared nature truly coming to light as she in all honesty sees the worst possible outcome.```

**I-it's up to you of-of course, i-i did beli-believe you told me of some exp-expedition somewhere around he-here. S-so it will be a long wh-while before you can really cre-create such a plan with Vierna. O-of course a partnership right now is a gr-great idea!**
Anthony
There was no doubt that this Doctor had passion, one so boldly melded with the years of frustration that ached from the hard-working man. It intrigued her, drove the Noble to listen with the typical notions of playfulness seeming to cease. An explanation was what she wanted, an indulgence from the Half Human that would finally be answered. - and she found little in terms of dissapointment. 

It was a pitch, but one so keenly blended by the frustrations of the man. Clearly, he desired her resources but spun it in a manner that showcased a mutual benefit. He'd offer his service, his voice, his skills, all for an opportunity to move away from this Findaran stagnation. That fluster of Drowish ego was stroked, his closing remark earning him a subtle silence from the cunning of the Noble, though by that gaze he certainly had some of her interest. 

Before she could offer much reply, Midelia's words would chime in. An urgency to issue warning, perhaps a notion that the Dryad clearly cared for this one's welfare. It seemed to amuse her, however, allowing the perfect time for a response. 

"You think he doesn't know that, Midelia? The risk, the danger that such a task would take? No, I think he understands it perfectly.." - A surprising snicker rang out, almost as if she was surprised how interesting this day had become. It would not be to mock, clearly. "It's why his offer is so much more attractive to me. Such desperate passion for change, as much as I am eager for help." 
.

No verbal response would go to the words of Henryk yet, but by her words to Midelia would there be that glint of approval. Truly, she was unsure if Midelia was just intending to keep him away from her - the mind boggled on just what this Dryad facade wanted. 

"It is a most intriguing offer, Doctor Henryk. Your devotion to my cause, my claim, and in return the offering of resources and sponsorship you have lacked for so long. Both, fulfilling some reliance on the other to achieve this 'change' you so boldly stride for. We strive for. Though, as Midelia seems to suggest, if some other expedition is of more importance at this moment.." Vierna seemed to want to gauge this expedition's worth, where Henryk's priorities lay. Was it Midelia simply guarding Henryk, or perhaps something else?
Christopher
"That expedition was for one thing. Money." **Henryk responded.** "But, if I had a noble sponsor me, why worry about pocket change?" **He would reason to the pair.** "Of course, I wouldn't go to Lazaroth _right_ away. I need to verify Vierna's willingness to her own cause— I can't support someone who isn't faithful to their word." **The Doctor would explain this to them, swirling the crimson liquid in his glass goblet.** "Going to Lazaroth _is_ risky. So what? I have done more idiotic _things_ in my life. Vierna here and I are very much. . . Alike. She's _here_ after all. A noble outside her estate's walls. I admire that." **He played a card of flattery, but, it was also true. He felt drawn to that aspect of her. She was a risk taker, and so was he.**

"I can't sustain a fulfilling life in Findara. There isn't enough of an appreciation for my work when you have magic healers. However, that is not to say Lazaroth will have monopoly over my work. We are ambassadors in Lazaroth— what we do as work there, everyone will reap our labour. The reason it'll be to Vierna's interest is because _she_ will be the one funding the project. People of every kingdom will see her as a benevolent and just noble— she could even dare seize the crown if the whole _world_ knows she had been the one to assist in the pioneering of modern medicine." **Henryk reasoned with the pair.** "We, Midelia, are valuable assets. Lazaroth maybe dangerous, but we'll be well guarded if we provide fruits of our labour." 

**He would sip his wine. He maintained his composed look, neutral expression as his eyes would lock with Vierna's. His gaze was intense. He wanted her to feel the weight of what he was saying— to understand how beneficial he was as an ally. To understand how beneficial he is to the potential of _her_ gaining a crown.**

". . . Our names will be written in history. We will lay the seeds to a better tomorrow." **He rose his glass slightly towards the pair.** "What do you say, ladies?"
Victor
```Her thick French accent and the force stutter would convey at least the willingness to negotiate this point, this wasn't a hill the fae was ready to fight on perhaps. Yet to Midelia she despite most of her isolation has heard and even seen tails of many like this before, wishing to claim greatness and do something for the greater good in a far-away land. All for it to crumble down due to the lack of solid foundations in said lands. The fae would rather rely on what she has seen in her many years that vastly outnumber both the human and elf, than their opinion or wishes.```

**An-and well it seems you made your choice to return to Lazaroth have you Vierna?**

```Deciding to respond to the elf with a question instead of an answer, there would be a noticeable difference in the voice of Midelia while speaking to Henryk it would be much more careful and friendly. To the elf it would still be rather friendly but much more serious and direct, Midelia most likely is playing on the power dynamic going on between the trio.```
Anthony
The Drow seemed to get her answer quickly, Henryk's insistence with the plan seeming to justify some approval from the Noble Lady. From suspicion to sudden plans, the arrival of drink seemed a worthy case to start some better dialogue.

An acknowledgement came at Henryk's words, a simple nod and a slight gesture with her glass that seemed rather unbothered thanks to all this talking. "I don't intend to travel for Lazaroth right away, regardless. There are allies I must consider, and letters to send. Travel elsewhere, I imagine, too. - And.. Verify, Sir? I won't judge you for being too careful. Though, I do wonder how you'll go about proving my own willingness." A sip of her glass, then a subtle smile - it indeed was a puzzling thought. Was she to be followed, inspected of her daily occurrences to avoid such foul play? The mind boggled, but it only proved a further likelihood of his own willingness to enact such a plan. Still, the thought would flutter away as Henryk's simple flattery came. There would be simply a smile in response, no intention of stoking some arrogance but an acknowledgement of his intriguing words. 

She was locked in that gaze once more, the raise of that glass encouraging her to do the same until Midelia offered her own concerns. Vierna saw the points the Dryad made, yet considered an argument. The question from Midelia would seal it, and she eyed the Fae creature closely. 
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"I told you of the letter, Midelia. I have no choice. Though I do wonder how you can talk of caution, avoiding risks, yet suggest the topic of this expedition over this little arrangement. What expedition even is this? What manner of danger could be risked there? Lazaroth is a hazard for you, only if you remain alone. If you or Henryk stood by my side, they would not lay a finger upon you." 

Vierna tried to reassure the Dryad, starting in arguement then ceasing with a subtle hum. Soon her gaze would flicker back to Henryk, looking him over once or twice before continuing. - "Besides, Henryk made it clear his full work is not intended only for Lazaroth, right?"
Christopher
"Indeed." **He nodded in acknowledgement to what Vierna said towards the end— that there would _not_ be a monopoly in Lazaroth. Everyone will receive medicine. He just will happen to start in the Lazarothian country. If Vierna came from Findara, or Thyseer, or Khisfire, or even Dasvaz, he would've indulged her purely because their interests align.** "As for _verification,_ I know what will satisfy me. . ." 

**He paused, taking a sip from his glass of wine, savouring the taste. The alcohol certainly has loosened his lips by now.**

". . . Be my nurse for a day." **He would suggest.** "I want to see your work ethic— I want to see how you'll react when met with people less fortunate than you. I want to see how _willing_ you are to help a person." **This was what Henryk would suggest.** "Don't concern yourself with qualifications, or the ifs ands and buts. I'll be there to guide you. I believe this would be the most effective way to tell what kind of person you _really_ are." 

**His gaze then looked to Midelia.** "I _promise_ you that people here and Findara will receive care too. However, I've already told you the state in which my clinic is in. You met me in the forest _foraging_. That time could be spent elsewhere, medicating people instead of closing down my clinic to resupply. If I'm given Vierna's sponsorship, I can get others to do the work for me while I focus on more pressing matters— with the right materials, and the right people, I can heal people tenfold then I can now." 

**He then looked back to Vierna.** "Overly ambitious? Perhaps. Unrealistic? _No._ I just need to know that the people I'm working with will give me what I need. There's no need to rush either. I'm sure we'd make great penpals, Lady Vierna. _That,_ and I did offer for you to try my own wine selection at some point. That would entail coming to Findara for a time." **He spoke, breaking the faintest of smiles. Looks like the Doctor has more than one facial expression.** "What do you say?"
Victor
```Outnumbered as both Vierna and Henryk seem very much set in their ideas, dealing with the direct Henryk will prove difficult if his opinion is set in stone. While with the much more snake-like her opinion was never really set but in this scenario it would prove difficult to pull her away from it seeing the human next to her who was very much set in stone.```

**A-ah fine h-have it your way i w-will just fol-follow...**

```A sigh would follow as the fae turns around looking outside the window she wasn't really sure if this was a good idea to just allow these two recently met companions to decide to move together to the northern most island that is Lazaroth especially since Henryk already had other affairs to handle and the elf only recently being called back. She would straighten herself as for a moment the dryad would be lost in her thoughts again thinking on how to respond to both of them.```

**O-of course we sti-still have time to consider do we not?**

```With that Midelia would hope for her greatest ally time to be on her side in this occasion, perhaps a good night's sleep might change the opinion of the other two as they get a moment to think about it. But for now the autumn-spirit would be quite powerless or well willingly powerless as she doesn't seek for an other argument with the elf nor starting one with the human.```
Anthony
Oh, Vierna knew exactly how Henryk played this. The subtle pause, the hesitation for an answer that practically forced her curiousity to show. What would a Noble Lady have to do to earn the acknowledgement of this clever man. This driven, passionate man of the medical arts. 

And it would be his want that brought a series of reactions from the Drow Noble. At first, a notable falter in that cunning composure. Her lips parted, a stifled snicker of disbelief, as if she expected this to be some joke. - Only would it start to stick as Henryk continued his reasoning. 

"You're.. You're being serious, aren't you? Heh. Oh my.." - She couldn't help but continue that shameless snicker, the very idea bringing quite the amazement to her thoughts. A Noble playing Nurse, what a concept. Out of her comfort, far more than simply leaving the estate. It would be his notion of what sorta person she was that stuck with her, gaze locked against his as her snickers started to cease. A strange request that started to make some sense, a fool Vierna wasn't. If he were to believe she was a bastion of change, what better a task than one that so clearly drifted against the standards of Nobility? 

Perhaps to avenger those solemn moments she had waiting for his idea, Vierna went silent in thought. A gaze that remained on Henryk briefly drifted to her glass, and there she took her final sip of the Lazarothian wine. The empty glass would be swirled, gaze returning to Henryk as she then let it drift back to the table. Finally, a response. 
.

"If you believe it to be a good indicator of my true person, then perhaps I can indulge this.. Scenario. But..-" A dominant finger would raise, an assertiveness hidden behind her teasing would appear. The Matriarchy of Lazaroth and its effects. - "You will say nothing of it, Sir. For all that these patients know, I, on that day am simply a Nurse in your employ. There will be no mention of it, not without my say so. Are we clear, Doctor Henryk?" Setting her conditions simply, she would end her remark with a faint smile that seemed to convey a slight tinge of interest in this activity he proposed. 

The talk of penpals and over ambition seemed to amuse her enough, though soon she would move her attentions to the Dryad that spoke in defeat. Vierna was unsure how worried Midelia truly was. If it was so fatal, surely she would've shattered that facade already to state her grievances. The Drow's smile seemed to fade as an inquisitive stare loomed over Midelia, a confusion then a huff. 

"Midelia, please. I'm not forcing you to go, but this dangerous land you so fear is my home. We will have plenty of nights to consider it, and there will not be one where I decided to leave my home to the plight of others." A tinge of seriousness, words not uttered harshly but clearly important to her. And why wouldn't she be, the Drow determined to change things.
Christopher
"My lips are sealed." **He responded with a slight tease to his voice, making a husk chuckle as he polished his _second_ glass of wine. He'd set it on the table before relaxing back into the chair. He took his collar and slightly beat it against himself, trying to use his collar as a fan— a way to cool himself off slightly.** "When do you intend on visiting?" **Henryk would ask Vierna, pondering how soon he'd need to get ready for her arrival.** "I'll give you the address to my clinic before I go." **He'd add.**

**He'd look to Midelia, giving her a prompt nod.** "Nothing is concrete yet. The future is still flexible. I'm not going to force you into anything— trust me. I have assessed the risks, and decided I am willing to gamble." 

**With that, Henryk let out a heavy handed sigh.** "I think I'll be purchasing a room to stay in, I believe. That _wine_ has my body too lax." **He spoke thus, placing a hand against his forehead.** "And the night has _just_ begun." **He would add, further illustrating his disappointment.**

**He had no further commentary to make.**
Anthony
A quick narrowed stare questioned the sealing of those lips, a moment or two in silence until a smile eventually gave way. There was a different side of Henryk that seemed to show itself by that influence of wine, a casual eye upon the desperate reach for air and tug of that collar in the warm room. 

The question had been raised, at first a tap at her lower lip as she so usually liked to do. One subtle little tap before she eased that finger away, enough so she could respond with some thought behind it. - "Heh. Within the week, I imagine. I still have business with Alynthi, afterall, and to deal with these letters. I'm sure you'll have everything ready for me, Doctor, as.. Famed as you supposedly are." Managing a smirk, her composure would return as Henryk spoke to Midelia and earned some silence. Infact, the Dryad seemed ever so quiet after their combined responses. 

The thought seemed to pass, a slight concern that lingered enough until Henryk finally spoke of his state. A hand would go for her mouth, a shameless snicker as she considered her response closely. The perfect idea rang true to mind. "A shame, Doctor, it seems that a Lazarothian delicacy bests you, afterall. I would hope this showing doesn't lessen the quality of the wine collection you so boast." Noble gossip, playful and cutting true. Perhaps it was bullying, Vierna targeting the Doctor in his less than sober state. "..But yes. Goodnight, Sir. After such a busy day of yours, it serves only right that you get your good rest."
Christopher
"Yes, suppose it's time I take my leave— but before that." **He'd nod, but not before taking out a quick piece of paper. He'd take some of his ink from his travel pack along with a quill, quickly scribbling out some text. He'd then slide it over to Vierna.**

"My lettering address." **He'd say, before standing up. He'd put his things away, before picking up his travel pack.** "Thank you for the wine. I'll see you in a week."

**He then looked to Midelia.** "And I'll see you at the clinic."

**Finally he moved for the door, briefly looking back.** "Goodnight." **Then passing through, leaving the pair alone.**

**The Doctor exits stage left.**