SCENE: You have just been brought out of your little closet into Jeffrins room where you find him waiting for you along with a cloacked figure in the darkness. You can't really make out much about him. He is tall and seems powerfully built. For now that is all that can be made out as the atmosphere has been engineered for you not to see.

Quietly, meekly Nirema comes out of her poor excuse for a room, little more than a prison chamber within her own home. She carefully looks about the room, half expecting the 'beast' to be with Jeffrin as she makes her exit. Instead, her eyes catch upon the cloaked figure. She stumbles slightly, the sight of the new person not something she expected entirely, however she manages to catch herself before looking too foolish. She lowers her eyes, but it would be hard to miss her surprise.

Jeffrin smiles and seems oh so proud of himself. He speaks to the man standing in the corner. "You see, she is alive just as I said I mean to have my way with her. Does this satisfy your curiosity?"

The cloacked figure says nothing at first. he steps forward a bit, costume comming into view but face still adequately obscured in the shadows. You can tell he is looking right at you though. After a moment he speaks up, his voice quiet and soft spoken. "So she is alive afterall...You are a very clever one Jeffrin, hiding her here in your own house where no one would think to look."

Jeffrin nods seeming delighted by the idea

At Jeffrin's words 'way with her' a small shiver mounts itself up Nirema's back. She keeps her head and eyes lowered in a meek and supplicant position, not daring to look at either figure or uncle now. She's learned enough to know her place within her uncle's presence.

The dark figure speaks up again, his voice becomming more subtle by the moment. "But...play time is over now Lord Jeffrin. It is time that you stop toying with your meal and eat it." He moves in a little closer. If Nirema were to look she would see a sigil displayed upon the man's chest...a sigil she likely does not recognize. A likeness of a black lance standing upright on a bright red shield. A new house perhaps? Or is it something else?

Jeffrin frowns. "Why should I want to do that? She is mine and we are in no danger. The queen's search is loosing its zeal..."

The figure comes directly to the point..."We want her killed."

Jeffrin smirks. "Why should I care one way or another what you want?"

The young 'rat' does chance a small look, seemingly a little worried at the closeness of the figure. Nirema quickly lowers her eyes, though the detail no doubt engrained into her mind by now, just as other things have been since her time in captivity. Another cold shiver courses through her, this time more visible as the last as she trembles bodily rather than inside. Yet, she continues to remain where she stands, not wishing any of the consequences were she to defy her uncle's orders.

The figure now steps out of the darkness and into the light where you can see him plainly. He does not look Andoran though where he is from you cannot say. His hair is dark and he seems older then he sounds...but where he is from you cannot say...and again that sigil gives no clue. "forces are at work you do not understand Jeffrin...You may either profit by them, or you may be destroyed."

Jeffrin says "Maybe so...but I don't see what my little rat here has to do with them. She is dead to the world and I will have her stay that way for the rest of her life."

The figure sighs, perhaps a bit annoyed. "I'll make it simple for you. As long as she is alive...she is not dead. We want her dead."

Jeffrin gets annoyed as well. "Why should nobles from Murandy give a damn whether an Andoran noble lives or dies? It's not any of your business."

The young noble woman struggles now for control of her emotions. This is the first that she's heard the entirety of Jeffrin's plans, though there is also no telling how long he means to keep her alive. She chances another glance between the two figures, while attempting to maintain the proper decorum needed so as not to look as if she's taking too much interest in her goings on, not that it would make too much difference. She's a prisoner in her own home, afterall.

Nirema winces at Jeffrin's words. Him becoming angry will only ensure that matters will be taken upon her own person later. Rather than chancing things, she properly lowers her eyes once more, standing more still than usual if that were a possiblity.

VIEWING OF STRANGER: When you look at the figures face...you get a very disturbing viewing from him...There is fire all around him...it seems to spread and consume wherever he goes. As you look closer you can see things in that fire. Buildings...people...all burning

The figure steps back. "Your queen is weak Lord Jeffrin. Her reign is rapidly comming to an end. Your little...rat...is next in line of succession. This cannot be allowed. Kill her and you will be most favored in the eyes...of the new regime."

A strange thing occurs when Nirema looks up once more, unable to hold back from chancing just another glance, after catching something out of the corner of her eye. As she does so, there is no missing her sudden intake of breath, and her suddenly paling features. If she did not fear for what Jeffrin would do to her more, she may have taken off running. She simply stares at the Murandian for several moments, then lowers her eyes as if unwanting to look upon him any longer, frightened by what she's seen, clearly.

Jeffrin heard the words but obviously does not put much faith in them. "I do not know what you are smoking my friend, but I would enjoy some of it. Aislynn and the rest of Andor would mop the floor up with you people and you know it."

The guy is not here to debate the matter with Jeffrin. "Kill her Lord Jeffrin...or I promise you, you will wish you had." That said he wraps his over cloack around his shoulders and quietly heads out of the room.

Nirema continues to grow pale and look frightened, though easily her fright might be mistaken for words spoken, especially if one were not paying attention to her small glimpses and looks. She wraps her arms about herself now, hugging her own body.

Jeffrin speaks up now that the man has gone. "What are you saying my little rat!?? Hmm? Speak up, you see all the trouble you have caused me!? Just like a rat would do...damn you speak up!" Yup he's pissed off.

With a shivering tremble that does not seem to end, the little 'rat' manages to find her voice, "I had a vision of the man... whomever he may be. Danger lurks about him, and death courts him but not in such a way where he would be killed, but in that /he/ kills."

Jeffrin smirks. "Well then that's just too bad for you isn't it? Being that he is the one who wants you dead..." He seems to be ignoring the seriousness of your vision. "I would not worry. We have our guard and we are surrounded by the queen's guard. He's toothless...." He gives you that disgusted look of his..."You little rat...think of it...a rat next in line for the throne of Andor. I do not know wether to laugh or to cry."

"Surely the Queen has chosen another by now." The young woman whispers, voice almost barely heard. She speaks up a little further, "That man will try something... that much I can be certain. I just do not know when." She finally concludes, allowing her voice to grow silent once more.

Jeffrin seems to forget the reason why he keeps you around. He has already concluded that this man is no threat. It must be the macho thing...being threatened in ones own house. he turns to Nirema. "Well aren't you a clever little rat to know these things? What do you think I oughta do...You think I should turn you over to him...or would you rather I keep you?"

Nirema winces at Jeffrin's words, "It is not my trying to be clever, uncle... I would rather stay with you." She murmurs quietly, her voice apologetic in tone, "But a product of my vision, a certainty that comes with it. If you no longer wish me to speak of them, I will not."

Jeffrin grows more and more disgusted by the minute. It almost borders on the irrational. "Shut up!" he snaps his fingers and gives out alittle whistle...and then you hear it...the pitter pattering of those big clumsy feet...the jingling sound of the bells on its collar...The dog appears in the door way

Nirema does not need another cue, for she has already grown quiet after her last statement. Her eyes widen in even more fright at her uncle's gesture, going to the door expectantly. When the beast does finally appear, her features pale even further than before and then her trembling really does begin. More afraid to move from the spot she's been put in than anything else, except the dog, she remains standing where she is. She's already made her situation worse enough as it is.

Jeffrin says "Get into your little closet and I don't want to hear another peap out of you all night! You hear me? All damn night!"

Nirema merely nods her head, emphatically, and moves to the room as instructed. She doesn't take her time, but she does not hurry over much either, trying to keep everything on an even keel.