Saburu moved back to the main hall, moving between the pillars and on ward to the mess hall to where his meal should be waiting. Just outside the room, the hairs on his neck rose slightly. Once again he was absorbed with the felling he and the Sylvari were not alone. Pausing for a second to look over his shoulder, he gave a snort and continued into the room. There he found the smiling Jasmine standing by the table with a plate of meat and a fresh loaf of bread.
“Here you go Mr Urufu!”, she sang cheerfully.
“And a nice spread tis it flower” he chimed in. Either she was growing on to him or the ale was kicking in. Either way, his outlook on this young Sylvari was improving quickly. He sat down placing is mug next to the plate and began to crush his hunger. Through the munching and smacking of his lips, he being to question the young Sylvari.
“How long have you been here for flower?”
“I have been here for three moons sir. A forth moon a fortnight from tomorrow.”
“And who pressed you into this service?”
“Mr Tereez” she replied.
Saburu stopped his chewing short. “Tereez? The fellow founder?”
“Aye my lord. He found me wondering the streets of the great white city and inquired about my home. I told him I had none. So he took me in and placed me into the service as care take of the keep incase other sentinels like you were ever to return.”
It would figure Tereez would pull such a chore. Things were hot and cold between Saburu and Tereez before they parted ways. Though Tereez was quick to judge character and trust, he at least seemed to do something right, for a change.
“Did he return here with you flower?”
“No, we went as far a Shaemoor before we parted company.”
Saburu nodded in acceptance of what she said. But as he nodded… the hairs rose on the back of his neck
again. He move his paw over to his half-filled mug for another drink. But as he picked it up, his sense all fired at once, “DANGER!”
In one motion he spun tossing is mug into the darkness which yield a sudden human voice of disapproval. In the same instant the Sylvari shriek in horror, Saburu drew his sword with his offhand and grabbed into the darkness with his right hand. And dark clothed human materialized out of no were.
“Get off me you cur!” He kicked off of Saburu’s chest causing him to lose his grip and flipped over back words. While air born, a dagger spring from his hand. Saburu parried the dagger to the floor with the sword and sprung back at the intruder only to slam the empty ground. The intruder appeared behind him standing only to be kicked in the gut but Saburu’s right leg. His blade spun in the air grazing the coat of the assailant as the man rolled away. But unfortunately, the man rolled to the feet of the Sylvari. Saburu’s ears were filled with words “Bind him mother tree!” “NOOO!”
Saburu looked back to see the man locked to the ground by glowing white roots struggling to get free. Standing over him was the Sylvari with her eyes radiating the same white color.
“I guess there is more to you than meets the eye flower. Tereez was right to employ you into our services.”
The Sylvari, still concentrating on her victim, only smirked in response.
The big Norn walked over to the struggling man in black and boomed down with his voice. “Explain your presence in our hall!”
“My business is my own!”
Saburu place his heavy foot over the man’s ankle pressing down to the point of it almost breaking, the man let out a blood curdling cry of pain that filled the mess hall.
“Care to try that again?” Saburu retorted.
“Alright alright! I am from the Order of Whispers and I was sent here to recon any activity of the Sentinals and report my findings to the high command!”
A Whispers spy… Typical Whispers Saburu thought… when they will ever learn to get information in a decent face to face manner he’ll never know. Especially to a fellow organization charged with the removal of the dragons. Though inconspicuous the Sentinels of the six were to the big three.
“I don’t care for spies much” Pressing slightly harder on the ankle.
“Stop! Please! It hurts!”
“Quit your crying or ill break it off completely runt! What information did you gather?”
“Nothing! No one has been here to gain information from! Just followed this silly Sylvari around!”
“Is that true flo-“
The big Norn’s confirmation with the Sylvari was cut short by her squeezing the vines tighter around the man’s neck causing him to gag. Apparently she didn’t like being called names.
“Aaa, sorry, I take it back!” the man choked.
“He is right”, Jasmine said in a voice filled with echo and power as she eased back her grip on the man, “You are the first to arrive to the keep since my stay.”
“Alright then, release him.”
The Norn lifted his foot and the Sylvari’s roots seeped back into the stone floor again and her eyes returned to their natural yellow color. The man immediately grabbed his ankle to try and get the blood flowing to it again. The Norn then picked the man up by the scruff of the neck with one hand till his feet left the floor.
“Since you have nothing to report to your chain of command then send them this message. If the Order of Whispers or any order for that matter would like to freely trade information they may do so with a proper meeting. And that the Sentinels of the Six are still active.”
The Norn released his grip causing the man to sink back to the floor. The weight of the short fall to his hurt ankle was too much for him to bear.
“Flower, see this man to the door. And make sure he doesn’t look back.”
“Yes sir!” Jasmine replied snapping to attention.
The two drifted into the darkness to the main hall; the man still grimacing in pain with every step. The Norn sat back down at the table and began to finish his meal. He went to reach for his mug and realized it was gone. ‘What a waste of an ale’ he sighed.