RP channel logs: Solo: Slesthas

[RP]: Slesthas stirs feebly, groaning as his head pounds terribly. A sharp kick to his side makes him yelp, and he sits up abruptly.
[RP]: (Slesthas): A moment later, he is cuffed hard, and this, with his head spinning already, sends to crashing back onto the floor.
[RP]: (Slesthas): 'Get up,' someone growls, and the Nyissan tries to, muttering strings of words that are incoherent even to himself. 'Get up, you white rat. The elders are speaking to you.'
[RP]: (Slesthas): Eventually, he is hauled up, and his eyes manage to focus on the swimming figures before him. 'Where?' he murmurs, then there is some violent motion as the person holding him up jerks.
[RP]: (Slesthas): 'Who are you?' another voice asks, and something cautions him from using his real name. 'Sphariss,' he says, his tongue feeling strangely thick. 'What are you?'
[RP]: (Slesthas): Feeling offended, Slesthas tried to draw himself up, but his legs refused to obey him. 'Nyissan. Man of Land of Snakes.'
[RP]: (Slesthas): The grip on his arms is loosened, and he falls back onto the ground. 'Owie...' Slesthas said indistinctly into the carpet, as the voices converse over him.
[RP]: (Slesthas): 'He will be no use in breeding, obviously.' 'Indeed. Throw him into one of the slave pens. Maybe one of the holy Grolims will find better use of him.' Slesthas twitches at that. 'You mentioned something about a strange box?'
[RP]: (Slesthas): 'Yes, Revered Elder,' the man said, and someone walked past Slesthas. Slesthas shifted his position uncomfortably, but didn't dare to lift his head. 'Interesting. And you say you cannot open it?' 'Yes, Great Elder.'
[RP]: (Slesthas): Silence, during which Slesthas' arm slowly grows numb, which is then broken by a sigh. 'Intricate.' 'Indeed. Wise you did not smash it, Porchak.' Another pause. 'Get the Nyissan to open it.'
[RP]: (Slesthas): Slesthas lay there as his box is placed in front of him. He desperately wants to check on his precious wares, but isn't sure what is expected of him. Another kick in his ribs. 'The Revered Elder has told you to open it. Don't make him repeat his
[RP]: (Slesthas): command again.' Slesthas springs up at that, and his eyes widen at the sight of his box, while words tumble out of his mouth.
[RP]: (Slesthas): 'Of course, of course. Sl-Sphariss is always happy to show his wares to Revered Elder and Great Elder and nice men (but no so nice). This one knows not where he is but doesn't mind, oh no, because his box is kept nice and clean and broken not,'
[RP]: (Slesthas): ,he breathes, his fingers caressing the wood of his container. Then his fingers dart around the box - a piece of seemingly innocuous and integral part of the container is slid out, another is shifted into its place, then the bottom is pushed,
[RP]: (Slesthas): sliding out to reveal a key, which is then inserted into another slot...
[RP]: (Slesthas): Then, beaming, the Nyissan proudly presents the wares nestled in the velvet lining of the case to the man next to him, who appears to be a fellow Nyissan.
[RP]: (Slesthas): The Nyissan takes it without sparing him even a glance, and kneels to offer the open container to the two men seated on chairs.
[RP]: Slesthas stares at the two men in fascination. He had never seen a closer resemblence of any living person to well... dried figs. No, Slesthas shook his head, dried prunes. Dried and roasted and left to scorch in the desert sun.
[RP]: (Slesthas): The men examine the contents cautiously, but do not reach out to touch anything within. 'Poisoner? Or apothecary?' 'Both, I suspect.' 'He may be useful after all.' They exchange long looks, then one waves at Slesthas. Slesthas waves ba
[RP]: Slesthas waves back, and is cuffed on the head yet again. 'Owie... what is Sphariss adoing?' 'Shut up, white rat.' Slesthas shoots the Asturian a venomous look, venom of the white-backed spider.
[RP]: (Slesthas): 'Take him away. We shall find use for him later.' Then Slesthas is dragged away. 'But my box! It is belonging to Slesthas, not to old- uh Great Elder and Revererend Elder! Slesthas is not agreeing to sell all things here time...'
[RP]: (Slesthas): The Nyissan is punched in the mouth this time. Muttering, he lets himself be taken away from the room.

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