Dungeons: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn

This is a long corridor of stout gray stone. The air down here, below ground level, is cold and damp, and the walls glisten with condensation. Heavy doors of strong steel open up onto cells leading from the corridor on both sides, down the whole length of the stone hallway. Large fireplaces are set into the walls at intervals, to protect the prisoners, when there is any, from the cold. Queen's Guards dressed in plate-and-mail and red coats with long white collars, patrol the area thickly.

The sounds of Guards practicing can be heard from above. The fires in the stone fireplaces are roaring, creating comfortable heat. A stairway of gray stone leads up to the practice fields, and out of the dismal dungeons.

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Jeffrin

Jeffrin sits quietly in his little cell atop his straw bed. He looks genuinely pitiful. he's got a balck eye. Seems an inmate must have hit him or something. The place is quiet and relatively empty as far as you can tell save the 2 guards at the entrance. Jeffrin is so used to solitude that he does not notice your arrival

A sound at the top of the stairs, a door creeking open, and then a blustery wind entering into the dungeons, is a precursor to several voices. One seems very familiar. "I wish to see the prisoner, Jeffrin Hune." Too familiar, and perhaps unbelievable. Another voice, one recognizably one of the guard's answers, "Are you certain my Lady?" There is a touch of silence, and then footsteps echo into the cavernous area. Rennar appears at the bottom of the stairs, a warm cloak pulled tightly about her. She appears to muster up whatever courage she's gained to come into this room, perhaps fueled by the various occurances that have nothing to do with her own, personal situation.

Jeffrin looks up from where he was sitting. His expression is a foul one...not necessarily because of your presence...it is just a product of the environment most likely. he speaks after a moment's contemplation. "So...you come to visit your old uncle aye?"

It takes a few moments for Rennar to adjust her eyes to the darkness of the dungeons. A slight shiver seems to run up her spine, either from a chill remaining form a door, or from discovering the cell which her uncle resides within. Slowly, she makes her way across the room, though not as dignified as she once might have been. Steps are being carefully taken to reassure her place and position, though remnants of all the trauma she's been under still remain. "I have, Uncle." Rennar speaks quietly, her haunted emerald gaze carefully regarding the man before her. The guards are not too far off, watching things with a certain care.

Jeffrin is obviously not a threat being that he is locked up. He seems to smile now for some reason. "So what has the queen decided should be done with me? Am I to loose my head? Or simply rot here for the rest of my days?"

"It will depend on the outcome of the trial, though I suppose you will be surprised by even that." Rennar answers, managing someone to keep the courage to keep meeting her uncle's eye. "As for what she chooses to do with you, that's another matter entirely, though she has asked what I wished to be done with you."

Jeffrin says "Oh really? And what did you suggest? *he pauses* and consequently...when is that trial going to happen?"

The young woman then turns away from Jeffrin, exposing her back to him as she stands a few feet from the cell. "I suggested that she treat you with the same kindness, uncle, that you showed to me while I was within your care." Rennar's voice comes softly, yet seems to hold a bit of emotin. emotion.

Jeffrin slumps back on his little straw bed..."Oh...so I guess I will get to be here forquite a while then."

Rennar does not turn around, yet she does continue, "Then I recommended she banish you from Andor. Despite all that you have done uncle, I do not wish you dead - unlike your wishes and intents upon my person."

Jeffrin gets defensive. "I never had any intention of killing you." This does seem consistent with the way you were treated oddly enough

"Then what were you going to do with me, when you finally tired of me, Uncle? Set me free?" Rennar returns. There is simple curiosity within her voice, no malice at all.

Jeffrin just shrugs. "Had not gotten that far in my thinking." He is obviously not the diabolical menace people have made him out to be...a menace perhaps...but not a mastermind

Slowly, Rennar turns around to face her uncle. Well, perhaps not, though Rennar has had a first hand view of what he is capable of, exactly. "You'll be able to start over your life elsewhere, where these...." She waves her hand about a bit, eyes watching Jeffrin carefully, "these matters will not touch you." She does have a heart, even if it may not seem so. "And I do appreciate that... for whatever your reasons... you decided not to kill me."

Jeffrin nods "Why are you letting me go? I would think you would want me somewhere where I could not do anything like that again..." He starts to continue with that line of questioning but then stops short as something you say catches his attention. "What matters?"

The young noble lady meets Jeffrin's gaze steadily, "Of what you've done to me, and my family. Of those you told about... certain things regarding me." Rennar murmurs quietly, "Though I suppose even elsewhere you could still influence things around me." She shrugs her shoulders, then responds quietly to the other things, "Why not keep you captive? As you kept me? Perhaps I'm more humane than you are in that regard. However, if those who stormed Tiras Lorn are still after me, and I can quite assure you they are, they'll be after you as well, Uncle, for refusing to do as you were 'ordered' that evening." She need not speak which evening, for there's no mistaking that Lord of another nation paying Jeffrin a little visit.

Jeffrin frowns..."The queen has not yet dealt with those people? You are under her protection now...how can they possibly hope to succeed?"

"I would watch the food that the servants bring to you uncle." Rennar responds quietly, once again meeting Jeffrin's gaze, "How fortunately it is that you have guards here to protect you as well. Though, even they seem to ignore those that are generally seen and not heard, and just go about their jobs." Though Rennar's word is cryptic, her warning is there all the same.

Jeffrin smirks. "It is not as though I have a choice about what I eat down here Rennar...Wouldn't you say I've lost enough weight already?"

"I believe the Queen feeds you bette than I ever was, Uncle, but that's not exactly what I was referring to." Rennar smirks back at the man who held her captive for so long. A quick glance to the guards suggests that they are out of listening range, keeping a polite distance as Rennar speaks to her uncle, "Do you remember anything at all about what happened at Tiras Lorn?"

Jeffrin says "yes why?"

"I mean the night that the Queen and her guards stormed it." Rennar answers, carefully watching Jeffrin's reaction.

Jeffrin seems more dubious on that point. "I remember eating the wrong apple..."

"And who brought you the apple?" Rennar prompts, still watching her uncle with care.

Jeffrin says "One of the servants brought it after I requested them."

A brow lifts delicately at Jeffrin, "Was this a person you recognized, or someone new?" Rennar murmurs quietly.

Jeffrin shrugs. "He was one of the new servants...I hired quite a number of them you know."

"Indeed, I know. And many of those same servants started attacking some of the other in an attempt to find me." Rennar murmurs, keeping her gaze steadily upon Jeffrin, "Your friend was determined to see me dead. Whoever he was, he even had Satira poisoned."

Jeffrin snorts. "He was not my friend. I had never even met the man until that evening."

Rennar quirks a brow at Jeffrin, "Then why did you bring him to Tiras Lorn?"

Jeffrin says "I didn't...He showed up on his own..."

"And you just invited him into the House?" Rennar inquires, disbelief showing upon her features. A small frown touches her lips, "I would think you are more careful than that Uncle."

Jeffrin says "No dear...you misunderstand me...I didn't mean he showed up at the door and I let him in...I meant he appeared in my room as I was sitting down to right a letter. That's what I meant."

This seems to unsettle Rennar a little bit, "So found a way into the House, past the guards." This she speaks to herself, "Did he reveal anything at all about himself?" She continues quietly, her brow knitting together in thought.

Jeffrin says "Only that he represented a powerful house in Andor...I gathered that he seemed a foreigner to me though."

"I did not recognize him, and I'm pretty knowledgeable about the Houses of Andor." Rennar murmurs, her brow knitting together even more as she delves into her thoughts, "I may have been lax in my duties, but father made certain I paid attention to details, which I did even while in mourning." She crosses her arms before her, returning her gaze back to her uncle, "I wonder if he, himself, was not working amonst those within Tiras Lorn, and that is how he got into the House without your noticing, or the Guards noticing, or being contested by the Queen's own men. That would, indeed, make the most sense. Though, I do wonder why, even with the rumors of my death, that they'd go to great pains to make certain those rumors remained true. While I was under your care, only those whom you wanted to know knew I was alive."

Jeffrin says "Your words make sense dear...As a servant he could have come and gone as he pleased...having said that, he did not seem like the sort to lower himself to that level to me..."

"Did I seem like the sort that would lower herself to that level Uncle? Willingly?" Rennar replies, narrowing her eyes slightly as she regards the man before her, "People do what they must to survive. If he were acting under orders, and his life or family depended on it, I doubt he would have had any qualms about doing what was needed to get the job done, or to live another day."

Jeffrin simply nods. It seems this place has dulled his wits. "Perhaps...perhaps not. Either way...I don't think it's my problem anymore."

"Were you able to get a good look at him, or did his features remain covered the whole time you talked?" Rennar murmurs quietly, tilting her head to the side in a curious manner.

Jeffrin says "Oh yes, I think I saw him very clearly."

Rennar gives a brief nod of her head, "Then it is still your problem." She murmurs quietly, "Not to mention that you are a Hune, and any children you have are Hunes as well. No doubt, he'll be going after members of your immediate family, whomever he is, to make certain those who have the closest ties to the Throne are weeded out, with my being heir-apparent."

Jeffrin frowns as you mention that...It still bothers him. "I cannot see you ever being a queen dear...you haven't the balls to do what it takes."

"I survived this, and I've survived other things. Light willing, I'll even survive whatever becomes of Calisa." A shiver runs through Rennar as she speaks that, and she turns her eyes away, "Though if that time ever comes, I suppose we'll see."

Jeffrin seems to be caught in a perpetual frown. "What happened to Calisa." not that he ever cared for her anyway...he just wants to know what is happening to his family...

Turning her eyes back to Jeffrin, Rennar meets his gaze again, "That depends on your perspective." She comments quietly, her brow knitting together again, "She was taken, presumably by Children of the Light, however I've been told that they were not directly involved in her disappearance, which still leads me to believe they are still involved. A young boy, recently hired by myself, was present when she was taken. For whatever reason, they spared him the same fate. I was told it was Inquisitors, though I can't imagine why they would want her." Though there is that look in her eyes, that one so familiar when she has had one of visions, which resides within her. 'The Captain-General refuses to comment on the matter, deeming me, her own sister, too unimportant to even divulge the information of where they believe her to be located."

Jeffrin sits up on his bed. "What would the children of Light want with a member of our family? We have not had any dealings with them persay."

"Aside that mess with Legionairre Enur so very long ago, I can't imagine there's anything they'd want with us. Of course, Lord Alrik is also no longer Lord Captain Commander either, and there is a new Commander, so the only thing I can guess is maybe they are trying to extract inforamtion about the night everyone converged on the House." Rennar smirks slightly, "But that does not strike me as likely, since they were there as well, in the thick of the fray."

Jeffrin nods. "I think you have your work cut out for you Rennar...maybe I should be happy I am stuck festering in here."

A small shrug of the shoulders provides all the answer Rennar has to that statement, her silence lingering within the air. "Despite what you may think, or believe, I am glad that you did not die. I do not hold any ill will toward you for what you did."

Jeffrin says "Oh really? What do you hold then? gratitude?"

It takes several moments for Rennar to consider Jeffrin's words, her eyes carefully studying the features of her uncle, taking in his apperance and position. "Sympathy." She finally responds, shrugging her shoulders a bit. A surprising response, perhaps. She seems to shake herself from her thoughts and look to the doors, "Not that my opinion or thoughts really matter to you, of course." She comments.

Jeffrin smiles that cold smile of his. he's not a very nice man any way you slice it. "Suprising emotion to be had...from a rat." Nope...he still doesn't like Rennar one bit. Would he do it over again if he had the option? yes...I think he would.

And therein lies part of Rennar's problem, the self-esteem thing Jeffrin's managed to deplete. "Rat." She mouths the word quietly, lowering her eyes a bit, almost like she would back at the manor whenever that issue, or any other similar matter Jeffrin wanted to speak about, came up. She shrugs her shoulders after a brief moment or two, then simply murmurs, "Even rats have feelings and emotions, uncle

And therein lies part of Rennar's problem, the self-esteem thing Jeffrin's managed to deplete. "Rat." She mouths the word quietly, lowering her eyes a bit, almost like she would back at the manor whenever that issue, or any other similar matter Jeffrin wanted to speak about, came up. She shrugs her shoulders after a brief moment or two, then simply murmurs, "Even rats have feelings and emotions, uncle, even if they are pests or thorns in one's side."

Jeffrin says "Well if it makes you feel any better dear...You are a rat who has somehow managed to get the better of me...perhaps that classifies you as something else." *what that might be he does not say though*"

"Perhaps." Rennar murmurs quietly, not returning Jeffrin's gaze now. "In any case, Uncle, I think the guards are getting a bit restless at my presense." And indeed, one is starting to move in their direction, "I merely wished to see how you were... doing"

Jeffrin says "Well in answer to your queery then dear...I've been better." "I'm sure we all have, uncle." Rennar murmurs, nodding to the guard. Indeed, he does tell her that it is time to go. She smiles politely to the man, then looks back to Jeffrin, "Perhaps I will come down to see you again, before the trial." She comments, then starts to follow the man out of the dungeons.

Jeffrin simply watches her go.