The gilded helm of the King looked up as the dark feline approached, and Jynx would be able to see the dark eyes of the man behind the visor, as his those eyes settled on her. The figure did not move as she drew near, and the voice of the King, though more quiet than it had been when he spoke earlier, still was tinged with power as he addressed the feline.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"><b><i>"You are correct in that I could spare some of my own men to seek out this item, yet I have found that I can buy more loyalty from adventurers. You are all experts in what you do, and you do jobs for money, your word is your bond. Soldiers are soldiers and they often let honor get in the way of true duty. I seek the truth, and put my trust where I deem it necessary."</i></b></span>he answered, then did finally move, leaning forward a bit on his throne, his eyes still intent on Jynx;s own through the slits of the visor.<br/><br/>His voice dropped to a whisper and only those closest would be able to hear.<br/><br/><b><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"><span style="font-size: 10px">"My men would seek to usurp ny power and take it for themselves. The second piece of the Rod of Law lies within those mountains, guarded diligently by the dwarves under the mountains. They will not give it up easily. It is just because I am NOT your King that I have asked you here."</span></span></i></b><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"></span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"> </span><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">he whispered, and then sat back n his throne, that small hollowed piece of material still clutched in his hand. <br/>
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</span></span><br/>​</div><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">Marek had noted the feline as she approached, her svelte form moving with a liquid smoothness. The elven woman in her vermilion attire eyed him just as he had nodded to her, and then his attention was on what was happening on the dais. <br/>
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He strained to hear so moved a bit closer, and felt his heart drop in his chest at the mention of the <i>Rod of Law</i>. It was something he had heard of before, but only in small bits and pieces. He only had the very vaguest idea of what it was, and had no idea what it actually did. It was ancient and powerful, and that was all he knew. <br/>
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The King's words about his own men, that they might prove to be untrustworthy, seemed odd. But then, when you dealt with an item such as this, perhaps he was speaking true? He obviously wanted outside help, and the words from the adviser seemed to back that up. If they could trust what they were being told. <br/>
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Taking no alcohol, and finding nothing that might appeal to his palate, Marek resolved to find something to eat later, and he soon spoke up to ask his own question. <br/>
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</span><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Are we allowed to team up with others? Or do you require us to seek this for you alone?"</span></b> he asked. <br/>
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Marek nodded and immediately his eyes drifted to the feline and then to the elven woman. Those would be the two he'd rather partner with, out of everyone he'd seen here so far. </span>