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To the image of Dalt, Yosannah seems mildly surprised.
The image of Dalt says "You busy?"
To the image of Dalt, Yosannah says "Not at the moment."
The image of Dalt offers to pull her through. She grasps Dalt's hand and he pulls her through.
King's Solar, Capethorne Castle (Begma)...
This sitting room is well lit with a multitude of lanterns offering a soft, warm contrast to the harsh grey-brick walls and floor that offer nothing but cold. A lone oak door leads into this room beside a fire pit, causing one to face an enormous desk that would take four men to lift. The wall behind holds a shield with a coat of arms: the Lion of Begma on hind legs. To either side of the shield are two pole arms, one of iron one of silver. To the side of the desk a plush rug is spread with two leather couches situated upon it, facing each other. In between is an oak coffee table. Beyond the arrangement stands a constant occupant to this room, an undead being, arms folded. Dalt sits down on one of the leather couches.
She crosses her arms and looks around.
Dalt lets go of your hand and seats himself on one of the couches, setting your trump down on the coffee table. He indicates the couch on the other side of the table. "Sit."
She glances at the trump for a moment before returning her attention to Dalt .
"I spoke with Merlin." Dalt says "He don't seem to reasonable on the subject of you."
She asks simply, "And?"
"He wants Yosannah and not Pestilence. He's willing and able to accomplish his goals."
Her face darkens, "And what do you suggest I do."
Dalt pauses a long moment. "Who are you. Pestilence or Yosannah."
She offers rather quickly, "What kind of ques... Pestilence."
Dalt says "Riley been telling me you question who you are." Dalt says "Your place within the Horseman."
She frowns, "that has nothing to do with Yosannah. It was a philosophical discussion."
Dalt leans forward, elbows on his knees. "You got no feelings for Merlin, correct?"
"Correct."
Dalt nods, considering. "Tell me who Yosannah is, she Chaosite? Shadow?"
She studies him, "..shadow."
Dalt says "We give him what he wants. Yosannah."
"You'd have me leave, just when I've found my way back."
Dalt shakes his head. "Not you. If Yosannah is a shadow, there are countless more out there just like her." Dalt says "We find one."
She raises a brow as a smirk escapes the corner of her mouth, "He scares you?"
Dalt says "Merlin has great power." Dalt says "I respect him."
She scawfs, clenches her jaw and mumbles, "... she is mine."
Dalt lifts his shoulder. "You want, I'll go to bat and protect you from him. But he's a slippery fuck with arcane powers I don't have and don't have access to. I can't promise your safety."
She considers for a moment, "Under... Please understand - you would have me start over just when I've come to understand and recall what I am. Why you found us all and how it is that you brought us back." She exhales, "This is much like e the discussion between Riley and myself." She shakes her head.
Dalt says "I ain't telling you what to do. I'm telling you how it is. Merlin is pissed and he's a man of means. Things are being done. But Merlin is a serious issue."
"I am of the opinion that the Four of us, together..."
Dalt says "Are a force to be reckoned with, yes. But Hank is lost to us, the Chaosites have their hooks in him. I got a host for him though."
Yosannah is distraught, "... when"
Dalt says "In a matter of days."
"And what if that choice of host 'pisses' someone else off. What then."
Dalt says "It ain't gonna piss no one off."
She nods though obviously not too certain as to what you're asserting, "Fair enough. A little time then and if you are right about Merlin" She pauses, "I'll leave and start over."
Dalt says "Maybe just stay away from him in the meantime. He got a trump of you?"
She nods, "I believe so."
Dalt says "Don't answer no calls for a few days." Dalt says "Take a vacation here in Bagma, huh?" Dalt reaches forward to the small stack of trumps on the coffee table and goes through them. Dalt says "Here's your trump back."
She shakes her head, turning the card over in her hand.
Dalt says "I might have a job coming up for you by the way." Dalt says "A local count has shut down and closed off his lands to me." Dalt says "Thought maybe you could drop a disease in there."
"A lesson or termination ." The question is casual.
Dalt says "Lesson at first." Dalt says "If he don't respond..." Dalt leaves it unsaid.
"I assume the people of this shadow respond to this sort of intimidation ... but of course, who wouldn't."
Dalt says "Of course he will." Dalt says "If he don't, I'll write him off and we'll kill him."
She nods and repeats, "Kill him."
Dalt Reclines. "Like I said. Vacation, you be around huh?"
"Yes, where else would I go. You're my *protector*" This word is blatantly articulated, "aren't you."
Dalt nods. "I'll be in touch after the Famine job."
"Do you have a spare room.."
Dalt says "Fifth door on the right from the entrance gate."
She moves casually across the room She regards the Knight with a smirk before departing.