DESC OF RENNAR:

This odd seeming figure has an indiscriminate age, its features marred by dirt and grime. A bald head, saved recently, shows an oddly shaped crown - it too marked with dirt and grime as well. Haunting green eyes peer out beneath all that filth, expressing a deep inner sadness, and keen knowledge of something come to pass - or a sense of doom.

Ill-fitting rags hang losely off of this ragged form, sex indisguishable from inside the filthy shroud. A hood sometimes can sometimes be seen perched over its head, hiding its eyes from those about it. There are no coverings upon its feet, also covered in dirt and filth, and there is an indiscriminate stench which permeates the air whenver the figure looms too closely to anyone nearby.

NoFace enters the room from the hallway.

NoFace opens the door and comes in from the quiet hallway. He moves to the door which holds Rennar captive and proceeds to shoo the dog away and out into the hall

As before, with Jeffrin, Rennar sits in the corner of her little room, legs pulled tightly up to her chest and arms wrapped around them. Silence hangs in the room, as she just sits there, awaiting what fate has next to offer her poor soul.

NoFace closes the door after Moren comes in and the dog is gone and then goes over to let Rennar out. After a moment or 2 he puts the key in the lock and opens her door up, peering inside

NoFace calls out in his grizzled voice..."Time to eat darlin."

A frightful glance meets NoFace's figure, as Rennar's head jerks up and looks to the door. She does not move from her place upon the floor, keeping herself hiddled there, that is until NoFace speaks. She worries her lower lip with her teeth, wincing at some momery. Carefully, she rises, using the walls she's huddled against to support herself, and takes a few timid steps toward the entrance, attempting to peer around NoFace, looking, no doubt, for that beast Jeffrin calls a pet.

The dog is gone...the room is basically empty accept for NoFace and Moren who is carrying a small plate of food with her

NoFace says "so how you like your first night in captivity?"

Moren follows NoFace into the room with a tray of food, not moving to offer it to Rennar though until her mentor bids her to.

Rennar gives NoFace a quiet look, devoid of any emotion. However, her eyes can't hide everything, as much as she'd like. She speaks in a soft voice, never once raising it, looking away from her captors, "Would you like the truth, or have me lie....?" The question is softly spoken, and somehow there is no disrespect meant to it. A sense that she's testing the waters about her, perhaps.

NoFace sits down in a seat at a little table and signals Moren to put the plate down at the spot across from her. "Come sit...I'd be a hypocrite if I said you couldna lie to me...so you tell it however ya want to."

Moren moves to settle the tray on the table where indicated, her eyes follow the interaction between Rennar and NoFace curiously from beneath the same mask he had given her days earlier.

Again, Rennar worries her lower lip with her teeth. She glances between Moren and NoFace, the two faces she first saw when she woke up after her party. Tentatively, she moves forward, like a frightened doe who's been trapped and has no where to hide. She glances at the seat, then slips onto it, then murmurs in her quiet voice, "Very... uncomfortable." She might have said more, more was certainly lingering on her lips, though she is choosing her words carefully.

Moren's eyes scan Rennar's hands, to see if they look better or worse from the wound she received before.

NoFace laughs and leans back in her seat...To those who are keen observers they might notice NoFace has a distinctly...odd way of sitting....not very masculine at all. "It coulda been worse darlin. I was listening to my boss rant and rave the other night bout how you shoulda been dead a long time ago. But yer uncle wouldna have anything ta do with it." A pause..."Eat up."

Rennar's hands are unbandaged, as before, and still rather cut up and with glass impaled in them. Though they do look a little less worse for wear than the previous day, some of the glass picked out, but certainly not all. The young noblewoman glances to the tray, as if deciding whether or not to actually trust the food. The rumbling in her stomach seems to decide for her, not used to not doing without regular meals. Gingerly, she reaches out to take the fork, wincing slightly as she does so - pain shooting through her fingers. She makes no sign of emotion when NoFace says she should be dead, pressing her lips together as she tries to focus on her task. She does comment, however, "I am certain there are a great many people that would want me dead, though in if we were in Cairhien, people would have acted on that thought sooner." It's more of a speculation to herself.

Moren shifts from foot to foot before deciding to lean against the nearby wall. She merely watches quietly, observing for now.

NoFace corrects his posture..."Makes me wonder...why anybody would wanna be da high seat of a house...Isna everybody always out ta get ya?"

"Not always..." Rennar murmurs quietly, managing the use of her fork precariously with her injured hands, though she does seem to get at least one bite of whatever it is she's being fed into her mouth, despite whatever it taste it might have. Afterall, to her uncle, she's worse than a rat. "And I inherited the position. Personally, I think I make a terrible head... but I strive to do my best at my job, and keep those in my household and lands happy."

NoFace says "Well um...can't ya just pass it on to somebody else if ya donna want it?"

Moren shifts a little, listening. She's never been treated well by nobles. Btu she can't say she doesn't feel at little sorry for this one.

Rennar glances up at NoFace, eyes narrowing slightly, almost defiantly, "The House was my Father's by right, and passed to me from him after my brother tried to usurpt. I would bring dishonor to my father if I simply gave away our heritage to someone out of the blue simply because I could not fullfil the duty placed on my shoulders. I will not place Hune in the hands of a man who will become a /tyrant/ and overlord the people in the house. I would rather die first..." And die she might, for overstepping her bounds just now, but that one little remark raised her eire.

Moren tenses, glancing to NoFace after Rennar's bold speech. The gentlewoman's got guts, MOren will think that much. That or captivity has made her dense.

NoFace sits there for a moment thinkin bout that one. "Well darlin...I sure would rather give it away then have it get taken way from me the way it got taken way from you."

Rennar turns her attention bleaky to her food, growing silent for a moment. Rather than answering NoFace's come back, she works on taking another bite of whatever food lies on her plate.

NoFace is quiet also until finally speaking up. You wanna be asleep when I fix yer hand? It won't hurt that way.

Moren continues to simply regard the interaction cooly, observing.

Rennar blinks slightly, looking over at NoFace - attempting to look through that mask, "I... I'd prefer to remain awake, if you please... Whatever you gave me the other day left me with a horrid headache. I'd much prefer to face the pain in my hands than that."

Moren gives a barely perceptible nod to that. Brave noble. Unlike the others who were only brave when they had a whip or a switch in their hands.

NoFace nods. "Alright...I fix you up as best I can when yer done eatin..."

The young noblewoman gives a small nod, though not at all looking too enheartened. "Thank you..." She speaks in a polite fashion, then goes back to delicately picking at her food, eatting things that doesn't look overall too bad, or too spoiled - never knowing what her uncle might have had them put there.

Moren studies Rennar and her courtly eating habits. Not sure if that's how the highborn eat, or if its just the injured hands.

NoFace watches the woman eat as well. he cannot help himself...He asks "Tell me Rennar...What would you be willing ta do...if you could get outta here?"

Moren blinks, and looks at NoFace quizzically.

Rennar turns her attention to NoFace, eyes widening slightly in surprise, though narrowing warily. "What do you mean....?" This is something she's never expected to get asked, "If you mean give up my House, I've already stated that's not something I am willing to do."

NoFace says "Well then...what are ya willin ta do?"

Rennar sighs thoughtfully, pressing her lips together, "I'm not entirely certain... It's not something I've thought much about since last evening, nor something I ever thought to hope for."

NoFace smiles and removes a long thin knife from within his pocket. "Well darlin...donna spend too much of yer time festerin over it." He examines the knife. "Now let's see yer hand."

Moren is a little squimish, and averts her eyes. But she remains where she is, listening.

NoFace sends Moren into another room to get some bandages and rubbing alcahol. "You want a drink of somethin first?"

Rennar considers the question carefully, then murmurs, "Just water please..." Brave, or stupid, the look of determination in Rennar's eyes suggests she's just gonna deal with what happens.

NoFace nods and calls after Moren to get some water while she's at it. "Come oer here and sit next ta me darlin."

Rennar looks hesitant for a few brief moments, then rises from her seat. Carefully, she manages to make her way next to NoFace, and settles down once more. She looks awkward in her new, smelly clothing.

NoFace reaches out for your hand...taking hold of it with uncommon gentleness for a man, he pulls it closer...leaning forward to have a better look at it. "Hmm...how on earth did ya do this to yerself?"

"The wine glass..." Rennar recounts, "When my uncle brought in.... that... thing." She can't even bear to bring herself to say 'dog', fear etched in her eyes.

NoFace seems confused as he examines your hand more closely "Dat dog? He's mostly harmless...what's yer trouble with muts?"

As if prompted, somewhat, by NoFace's seemingly helpful manner, Rennar murmurs quietly, "When I was younger, and out on a hunt with my parents, a pack of wild 'beasts' come from the forest..." Again she can't say the word, closing her eyes briefly, "they attached our horses, and I was nearly killed by them."

NoFace can't help laughin. "Well gosh darlin...you was out huntin animals and instead they hunted you...sounds like they was just returnin the favor." He places your hand down on the table. "You ready for this?" His hand goes for the knife.

"We were hunting food, not for sport." Rennar speaks, almost defensively, "And certainly not /them/." Her eyes go toward the knife, widening a bit, "What are you going to do...?" Fear tinges those green orbs, and uncertainty rests within her once more.

NoFace says "well darlin...I gonna get the glass out...what you think I gonna do? Cut off yer hand and put it in a stew for yer uncle?"

A sheepish expression comes to Rennar's features. She lowers her eyes slightly, murmuring softly, "If you could, please pardon my reactions. I am uncertain as to where my future lies, and how it lies before me. Please. continue." Again, politeness, not one ounce of expectation in her.

NoFace snickers as she leans closer and lowers the knife towards your hand. "Hate ta break it to ya darlin, but as it stands the only thing you got to look forward to if yer uncle has ta say anything bout it is death...and dis is gonna hurt." That said, she proceeds. Very carefully to insert the blade a millimeter... then a centimeter into the wound where one of the more evident and stuborn pieces of glass is sticking. She is very quick though *Dex of 6* and yanks that piece of glass out with no dilly dallying. Amazingly the wound is not made any larger by the action though there is blood which NoFace cleans away with a white rag.

Rennar looks away from NoFace at the mentioning of her potential demise, "If he had wanted me dead, I think he would have done it long ago..." Thoughts which have been churning in her mind of late, "Why would he keep me alive. He says to make me suffer..." She shakes her head, furrowing her brow, unable to conceive much on her own, "Perhaps tha-..." Her words cut off with a small grunt as the glass is cut, or pulled, from her hand with the knife. Tears do not well up in her eyes, and she does not shriek. She bears the pain the best she can.

NoFace methodically moves on to the next piece of glass repeating this process. "Ya know...he's already fired most everybody from your house." Another smaller piece of glass is fished out. She works quickly not mindful of the pain...the quicker she works the quicker it will be over. "Sheesh...no more wine glasses for you."

Rennar winces at the next piece of glass, closing her eyes briefly, but still contains any cries she might have. "And I've no doubt who some of the first were to have gone..." She sighs deeply, not moving her hands from NoFace's work, actually looking a little grateful.

NoFace fishes out piece of glass #6 and then sits up, grabbing the alcahol and bandages Moren brought her. "I think dats the last of it." She poors a little of the alcahol over the wound. it bubbles and fizzes and likely stings very badly.

Tears threaten to overcome Rennar at the burning sensation. She can be seen gritting her teeth, as if that alone would hold back the imminent threat. After a few moments longer, she lets out a tired breath, like that alone exhausted what little energy she had, "Thank you...." And her thanks, surprisingly enough, is sincere.

NoFace carefully wipes the hand off with a rag and unravels a long bandage which she proceeds to rap round and round your hand. Once done, she ties it tightly. A red stain can be seen soaking through. To this NoFace responds by adding yet another bandage over this.

Rennar watches quietly as NoFace applies the bandages, her shoulders sagging a bit. "Do you know what he plans to do, what he has done with my... our... family?" Worry and concern marrs her eyes, not so much for herself as to the others.

NoFace shakes his head. "I try not to be where he is ta tell ya the truth darlin. As far as what he plans ta do with you goes...it canna be good. I know he's got me keepin watch oer ya...no funny stuff

"With that thing panting outside my door at night, I doubt there's very little that I could, or would, do to get out of this House..." There is an earnest expression in her eyes as Rennar speaks this, a sullen forelorness coming over her.

NoFace nods and moves away from Rennar now. It is as if he just realized he was too nice to you or something and must now get his distance. He moves over to the bed to clean your blood off of his knife

Again, Rennar worries her lower lip with her teeth, eyes casting downward to her lap. She murmurs quietly, settling back in her seat, "As long as they are safe, I think I can endure anything..." It looks as though she is not aware that she has spoken aloud.

NoFace says "Yeah well...yer uncle is pretty much havin his way with things...so it's hard ta say. I know he's hired my boss to make sure Halice is a dead puppy...that and some investigator guy. I guess the key is not ta make the guy mad." NoFace cleans his knife.

Absently, the young noble woman nods her head, "Unfortunately, my mere existance seems to thwart my trying to appease him. I do not have that...." She pauses a moment, as if trying to come up wiht the right word, "luxary."

NoFace says "yeah well the best way you can appease him is to be broken darlin...*scrape scrape* he is sharpening now"

"Broken...?" Alarm creeps up in Rennar's voice, her eyes almost riveting themselves to NoFace.

NoFace says "Your spirit darlin..."

Rennar grows quiet once more, closing her eyes as she turns her thoughts inward.