Moren enters the area with a raw steak in one hand, she whistles, "Here mutt-mutt. Here mangy dog, what some lunch? Mmmmmm." The proceeds to lure the dog into another room, tossing the steak in and shutting the door behind him, tightly. Then dry-washes her hands and comes to let Rennar out, muttering under her breath how stupid dogs really are and cats are more neater den dat.

Rennar glances up from her position upon the floor, eyes holding no sort of emotion.

Moren looks at you for a long moment, shifting from foot to foot and says softly, "Ya like crumpets? Ah snuck in some crumpets. An' dey didnae cost me nuthin'." Of course not, because the vendor didn't know she had them to charge her.

Confusion touches Rennar's features briefly, "Crumpets...?" She watches Moren with a wary, frightened expression. Imagine that, a noble woman frightened of a young thief!

Moren nods, and gestures to the table where a small basket of the presumed crumpets rests, and begains to saunter over there, "Ah like 'em better wit goats-milk, but Ah guess we're gonna hafta eat'em wit'out 'ere. Ah guess dey won't like it much ta know Ah wuz feedin' ya sumpthin' nice."

Long distance to Halice: Rennar doesnt think you can follow the victim, only the people who committed a violent act. Rennar's capture itself was actually peaceful.

Moren nods, and gestures to the table where a small basket of the presumed crumpets rests, and begains to saunter over there, "Ah like 'em better wit goats-milk, but Ah guess we're gonna hafta eat'em wit'out 'ere. Ah guess dey won't like it much ta know Ah wuz feedin' ya sumpthin' nice." (repose)

A small smile actually creeps on Rennar's features at Moren's words, though her gaze remains wary. Carefully, she rises from her seat upon the floor, her usual resting spot in the corner, and walks over to the door. She pauses though, as if checking to see if the dog is about. Not seeing him, she cautiously makes her way out of the small room.

Jeffrin enters the room from the hallway.

Jeffrin comes walking in from the hallway. One might here the jingling sound approaching...and the pitter patter of...well very big paws not far behind

Moren smiles too a little, though you prolly can't make it out through the mask, well maybe with her eyes squinting a little in the movement of the smile . . . dunno. Um, She puts her hand in the basket and retrieves a crumpet, almost about to lift the mask to eat it . . andthen freezes as Jeffrin arrives. She drops the crumpet back into the basket quickly, and straightens, looking between Jeffrin and Rennar.

Rennar is just making her way out of the small room, toward a table that holds a plate of crumpets. She freezes when she hears footsteps, veering backwards, back into her small room.

Jeffrin looks between the 2 of you. After a moment the dog is in the room and by his masters side where he sits back on his haunches obediently. "What is this?" Eyeing the crumpets.

Rennar continues backing into her 'little' room, until her back hits the walll with a small thud. Her eyes lock on the dog, and with that, nothing else seems to matter or even enter her mind.

Jeffrin looks to Moren. "I trust those crumpets are all for you dear..."

Moren clears her throat, eyeing both master and mutt before saying, "Ah wuz told ta see if da Lady would like sumpthin' sweet. An' some o' dem were gonna be fer me too, uh, Sir." She shifts uneasily onher feet . o O (Blood an' Bloody Ashes, why didnae ya just stay in WhiteBridge, Moren?)

Jeffrin frowns and for a moment he looks as though he were going to feed Moren...and her crumpets to the dog. No He's not very happy at all. He comes right up to her eyes narrowing as he puts on that acidic I'm going to rip your lungs out sort of smiles. "And who told you she needed something sweet to eat?" The dog slowly creeps up behind his master...eyes on Rennar, intent on her. Dogs can smell fear you know.

If it were not for the dog, Rennar might have offered the young thief a consoling look. Unfortunately for Moren, Rennar's gaze is firmly locked on the slobbering, drooling beast, her fear starting to show quite thoroughly upon her features. All sense of thought has by now gone from her head - only replaced by that fear.

Moren backs up with Jeffrin's advances until her back hits the wall. *gulp* She swallows visibly. And finally, after a long moment of contemplation of her current situation she chooses her usual method of getting out of trouble. Lying. She's gotten rather good at it in her seventeen years . . . stammering, she manages, "Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah dunno 'is-s name, Sir . . . but Ah can tell ya w-whut 'ee looks like iffin ya l-l-like." Poor Moren. All she wants to do is live off of other people's hard work. Is that so much to ask? One night, she's told to meet her mentor to kidnap someone and the next she's in over her head. She was just distraction-duty. . . honest. No blood is on her hands. Finally she adds, after swallowing, "Big fellah. 'Un o' yers, Sir. Out front. Dark hair. Scar onna 'is cheek." And she is describing someone she's seen here.

Jeffrin stoops down onto one knee before the young woman. "One of mine aye?" He looks the girl right in the eye. "Tall with a big scar? I guess, I'll have to have a talk with him then. You see, I am the only one who orders food for her. You got that?"

Moren blinks, and nods slowly, "Ah see. Sorry, Sir. Twon't happen 'gin. Ah promise." With as much vehemence as she can muster under her fear. Her waifly form shudders involuntarily.

Jeffrin stands up and starts to move towards Rennar...but ten something in him clicks...suspicion...He stops and turns back to face Moren. "What are you even doing here dear? I did not ask your master for anymore assistance."

By now, the young noble woman appears to be shuddering with pure fear, gaze rivetted to the dog, Hyperion. She takes no notice of the situatiuon going on between Moren and Jeffrin. To her, they currently do not exist.

Moren shifts from foot to foot, "Like Ah said, Sir. Ah wuz leavni' an' de fellah outside said ta see whut sweets Ah could lift fer de Lady," nodding her masked head to Rennar, "An' so Ah did as 'ee said cuz Ah thought me boss wuz s'posed ta do it an' fergot . . . 'ee can ferget lotsa 'ting ya see, an' so Ah went ta git de crumpets cuz Ah didnae want ya ta be mad at me boss, y'see? An' Ah just now brought dem back, now, 'ere, y'see? An' Ah'm very serry iffin Ah wasnae s'posed ta have some too, but Ah ain't had no crumpets inna long time, y'know, Sir, an' Ah just wanna'd a little 'un . . ." she continues on in idle blather, hoping Jeffrin will get tired of her to the point that he dismisses her, rather comical.

Jeffrin is definately getting tired. He knows very well his men did not say a word to her. They're cut throats afterall. He holds a finger to his lips. "Shhh...." A pause until he is sure she is calm. "I want you to get out before I have you thrown out. You hear me?" He just looks at her...his cold eyes seeming to ask the question all by themselves

Only the wall itself holds up the noble woman, who now has small tears coming from her eyes. An expression of horror now touches her face, poised in a manner which might suggest that she is reliving some experience of old - an experience that may explain her unexplainable fear of /any/ dog, be it wolf, puppy or hound.

Moren doesn't even wait for the 'before I haveyou thrown out' part. She pivots and starts for the door, then pivots back, reaches, grabs the basket of crumpets and darts out at a full tilted run. She won't be back, not soon, and likely not ever.

Moren opens the door and walks into the Hallway.

Jeffrin has absolutely no compassion for Rennar.. .not only is she a rat but she is a cowardly one. He now looms in front of her, genuinely puzzled by her fear...the dog follows. "I think you had made a friend dear Renni...I shall have to see it that that woman's master knows about her actions..."

If Rennar heard Jeffrin, she gives no notice of it. In fact, it doesn't look like she even blinks - though her eyes do follow the beast that is called a dog. When it gets closer, her shaking seems to become more violent and uncontrolled - just like her fear, uncontrolled. Her now bandaged hands grip at the wall, though find that they have nothing to grab onto.

Jeffrin watches Renni...pondering this...not quite understanding. He waves the dog off ordering him out in a soft tone...then he waits to see her reaction

Rennar's eyes automatically follow the dog. Once it is out of sight, slowly, ever so slowly does her senses start to return to her. Her shaking stops, though from time to time there are small convulsions. When she's /finally/ certain that the dog is gone, she raises her dirty hand to wipe away some of the tears that were building up on her eyes, and streaming down her cheeks. This action causes some of the dust placed upon her to smear.

Jeffrin marvels at this. he reaches down and runs a hand over the woman's bald head..."You're starting to stink my little rat..." he pulls back his hand glistening with your sticky sweat mixed with the dirt. "Yes...I think I am becoming infected by you." He ponders, I think when I am through having fun with you I shall end it all by having a rat hunt...what do you think?"

Snapping out of her fear for the dog, for the most part, Rennar's eyes now focus on Jeffrin. She shrinks away from his touch, not that he's done anything to physically harm her just yet, flinching as he manages to rub her head. Uncertainty remains pressed upon her featuers, "Rat hunt...?" Her voice quivers, betraying that she's not quite over the experience of having Hyperion so close by.

Jeffrin nods and stands. he doesn't seem quite right in the head at the moment as he strides over to the window and peers out. "Yes just think of it...You have your freedom back...I give you 10 minutes head start...you run...wildly through the open plains and forests...and then I shall hunt you on horse back with my dogs. I've never hunted a person before...Who knows, maybe you'll get away." He smiles his acidic smile.

The young woman seems to slump to the floor at Jeffrin's words, "I don't think I would like that at all, but would have little choice if that is what you desire to do with me..." She wraps her arms about her body, hugging herself. She glances up a moment, a sudden thought coming to her, "How fares my family...?" Emotion drains from her features as she asks the question, not something one would normally ask at this particular moment, considering her captor's frame of mind.

Jeffrin says "oh they're doing well enough I guess. I threw out all your staff...Halice to. As far as the family itself goes...I think they are gradually beginning to get used to your absence. Leylia seemed down right amiable the other day. I guess we can chalk that up to niavity"

"Yo..." Rennar begins to speak, biting her tongue before finishing the word. After a moment or two, she musters up enough courage to ask her question, "You are not going to harm them, are you...?" She attempts to keep her voice from quivering, though that attempt fails.

Jeffrin laughs. "Well Halice is going to die I think...and I am certainly not above vexing one or 2 of them if they cross me...but if things stay as they are, I do not see why I would want to kill off the members of my house now that I finally have control of it."

Something flickers in Rennar's eyes when Jeffrin calls the house 'his', though it dies away quickly, replaced by a sort of relief, almost. She lets out a breath she did not realize she was holding, though slowly expelling ot so as not to be noticed overmuch. Calmly, quietly, she shifts herself so that her arms wrap about her legs once more, pulling them to her chest as she moves into the fetal position once again - how she's usually found when the door to her little enclave is opened.

Jeffrin says "get up dear. I've got some work for you to do while I am gone..."

Jeffrin moves to his closet

Rennar looks up once more as Jeffrin calls to her. A brow lifts in the most curious fashion. Carefully, she rises to her feet once more, though a little shakily. She moves out of her small room, peering outside first to make certain the 'dog' is not present. "Work... uncle...?" Her sentences during Jeffrin's little visits have only consisted of small two word sentences.

Jeffrin says "Yes dear...You see I have this problem...I recently fired all the help. You are going to be taking up the slack...at least as far as my wing of the house goes...*he looks at you condisendingly* You do know how to work don't you? That was something you were taught somewhere along the way?""

Rennar's shoulders seem to rise, a bit of defiance entering her eyes, "There were chores that we tended, Mistress Genette saw to it that we were not spoiled as some noble children are." Well, that is an answer, "But why should I work for you....?" There she goes, getting a tad defiant with Jeffrin since her capture.

Jeffrin laughs and snaps his fingers....*Pitter pat pitter pat...* Here comes that dog again. "Any further questions?" The dog pokes his head into the room from the hallway

As soon as the dog pokes it's head inside, Rennar stumbles back a few steps into 'her' room. Perhaps the only place of safety she feels she has. "N.. n... no, s.. .sir." She manages to get out, that uncontrollable fear starting to take hold of her again.

Jeffrin waves the dog off. Once he is gone Jeffrin turns back to you. "Good I knew you would see it my way. I want you to clean out my fireplace. See to it that the ashes are dumped into the waste pale and I shall have someone else take them out." He pulls the chimney tools out of the closet for you. "When you are done with that I want you to clean the wooden floor in the hallway until I can see my reflection in it. You got me?"

Calmly, yet fearfully, Rennar gives a small nod of her head, "I understand." Belatedly, she adds, "Uncle." Cautiously, she moves forward to take the tools from her uncle. Something once again flickers in her eyes - perhaps a small spark of hope. "Clean out the chimney, then scrub the floors of the hallway..." She repeats her uncles words, more to herself. No doubt, there are other things racing through her mind as well.

Jeffrin heads for the door, but stops and turns before leaving. "No funny stuff Renni...Or I shall see to it you are locked in a cage with my 2 pit bulls."

That hope seems to crumble, rather visibly, to be replaced with a stark fear, "I will not do anything but that which you ask, upon my honor." Rennar answers. At least for now - an unspoken thought is muttered in her mind.

Jeffrin heads out. "See that you don't

Jeffrin opens the door and walks into the Hallway.