Eilon

Eilon smirked at the mention of needing a map. If he had one he wouldn't be using it to stay within the castle, rather to find the quickest route past the walls and to his freedom. That was once he found a way to rid himself of this pesky collar. He was surprised to see someone that was at least in part fae roaming freely. He was sure they would have snatched up anyone remotely resembling their enemies here, yet here this stranger was, completely collar free. There was a bit of jealousy at that knowledge, but the seelie did his best to tamper it down for the time being.

It wouldn't have surprised Roland to learn that hearing of his participation in the war increased the slave's animosity towards him. It would only make sense though, if that was the case, Eilon seemed to be hiding those feelings well. The fae offered blood first, to cheer him, and that wasn't a terrible idea. Fae blood was sweet and had a heady, intoxicating quality to it, almost like being drunk if he took enough. It was appealing, given his current mood. He quirked an eyebrow at the question and chuckled ruefully.

Even in Eilons short time here he’d come to see what things these ‘Masters’ seemed to crave from those stuck in the undercroft. Not to mention he knew the attraction of Fae blood to the vampires, it wasn’t hard to surmise what might work to place the vampire in question in higher spirits. It wasn’t empathy that drove the Seelie however, but the better the mood of the other the better the chances Eilon could convince him in time of course to take this pesky collar off his neck.

Eilon was surprised by the fact that this particular vampire didn’t seem fond of formalities. He had been almost certain that the lot of them had big enough egos that they wouldn’t stand for being called anything less than Master, God, who knows what other uppity title.

Eilon wasn't certain he could believe the other or not. He seemed like the type if enough pressure or fear was instilled into him that he might sing like a canary. However, the seelie hadn't been exactly quiet about his plans to escape so far. Of course he'd been cautious as to not let any guards or staff over hear, but he had mentioned it to a few different slaves. In hopes that maybe the more that joined the more hope they'd have to be free.

All things considered, Eilon's plan wasn't bad. It was probably the only way to escape that didn't involve trying the guard's patience... or drawing unnecessary attention to themselves. But he was right that given recent events, it would be a much longer con than it was before. Gaining the trust of someone higher up was difficult when you had nothing to lose and everything to gain... especially when there was an assassin on the loose. It was very unlikely that even with the favor of one of the Masters that anyone's collars would be adjusted anytime soon, if at all.

Elion leaned forward a bit as the other lowered his voice, his lips pulling into a bit of a smirk as the words left his lips. “Oh” he commented, “well that is new information for me” the Seelie admitted. It may be difficult to find out where each of the Masters he would spend time with hid their copy of the key but it seemed like a much easier feat than trying to convince one to take it off themselves.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "I wouldn't do something like that." Kaj realized that there was no reason for anyone to trust him with their escape plans based on word alone... but what would he have gained from reporting them? It wouldn't buy his freedom. Hell, it wouldn't even buy him respect. All that would have done was put a target on his back—all for the sake of the same kind of people that had put him there. "I just wish I had the wits to try it, myself."

Eilon wasn't certain he could believe the other or not. He seemed like the type if enough pressure or fear was instilled into him that he might sing like a canary. However, the seelie hadn't been exactly quiet about his plans to escape so far. Of course he'd been cautious as to not let any guards or staff over hear, but he had mentioned it to a few different slaves. In hopes that maybe the more that joined the more hope they'd have to be free.

"The Second War, yes. I fought in it." That was hardly a secret so there was no point in not revealing it. Roland remembered it well and how long those six decades had been. He hadn't participated constantly in active warfare during that entire time but he'd fought enough to have a very justified hatred of the slave's species.

Eilon would absolutely love to see one or two less guards around the area, alas though he wasn't even certain the name of the Master who had called for them or if the Master themselves were the one who failed to do as they said. Regardless, it had clearly landed Eilon in a bit of a pinch. He wasn't keen to the idea of being punished, even if he wasn't completely innocent he hadn't stayed put as he was instructed. Well he had, but he'd gotten bored so after a while he'd given up listening to the instruction.

"That's hardly surprising. It usually is." The guards were being kept rather busy with extra patrols and trying to devise (seemingly largely ineffective) ways to protect the council. Fetching one slave to take him back to the Undercroft was likely not terribly high on the priority list so it could have easily been overlooked. The fae could have also wandered away when he wasn't collected. Both were to blame but Roland didn't much feel like interfering in the justice of it all.

Eilon nodded in agreement to his age being rather young compared to a lot of his counterparts. When he did find himself amoung others which was becoming more and more rare they seemed to be old enough to either be a part of the wars or remember them at the very least.

"I'd think they'd sense that everyone here wants to escape." Not exactly what Kaj would call a bold claim. If there was anyone that wanted to be here, that would have come as a surprise. "I don't think I'd ever try it." He didn't know what he would do with that kind of freedom, even if the price of being caught making an attempt didn't seem like it would end with his life on the line. Again, that was. He had to believe that if anyone could find a way to permanently kill him, it would be the people in charge of punishing escapees. "Have you thought about it, then? Escaping?"

Roland rolled his eyes at the response though he supposed it must be true since the fae couldn't lie. They were certainly skilled enough at sidestepping the truth, however, as Roland well knew. The second statement was clearly the real reason and Roland shook his head. "What negligence. Perhaps I'll have to have someone fired." It was a petty musing, a desire to take his frustrations out on someone nearby not miles away, though it was unlikely he'd carry the thread out. The slave's offer was more interesting and Roland leaned his shoulder against the wall, arching his eyebrows. "Is that a genuine offer or are you simply trying to bribe me to avoid a punishment? One I'm sure I should give you but..." He waved a hand dismissively "...as you say, it wasn't exactly your fault." Not that he was inclined to cut fae any slack but he doubted this one was truly at fault. The mischievous glint in his eyes was intriguing too, though fae were hardly Roland's favourite species to dabble with even if their blood was delicious.

Eilon would absolutely love to see one or two less guards around the area, alas though he wasn't even certain the name of the Master who had called for them or if the Master themselves were the one who failed to do as they said. Regardless, it had clearly landed Eilon in a bit of a pinch. He wasn't keen to the idea of being punished, even if he wasn't completely innocent he hadn't stayed put as he was instructed. Well he had, but he'd gotten bored so after a while he'd given up listening to the instruction.

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Eilon might just have wandered off a bit further than he was allotted for his outside period. He'd been venturing a bit further and further each time he was brought out to just see how vigilant the guards around him really were. Some were quick to give him a warning glance, today however, it seemed he'd managed to slip through the cracks. Lucky for him. He was under no impression he'd be able to make it past the castle gates as long as the collar was still around his neck, he could however do with a bit more freedom at least for as long as he could get away with it.

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Loud, angry French echoed off the walls further down the hallway Eilon had chosen, followed quickly by Dutch with some German thrown in for good measure. Roland figured he might as well cover all Belgium's official languages to get his point across to the idiot on the other end. Officially, the man was his aide but after this conversation Roland was strongly considering firing him. His job as councilman required him to check in on his country frequently and he did so, but he'd also asked for information about the murders and so far the other vampire had come up with absolutely nothing and Roland was livid. With another irritated snap in French again, he hung up and jammed the cell phone into the breast pocket of his suit jacket, shaking his head at the incompetence. No one knew anything. That was the repeated line and it was deeply frustrating.

Eilon hadn't made it very far in his adventure when he heard the voice calling out from behind him. Granted he'd heard the multiple language complaint even before the vampire had reached him, or probably even realized that he was there. He turned around to face the man, careful to keep his features polite as to not ruin the illusion of being a well behaved 'slave'. If he wanted any chance of gaining any of these self proclaimed Masters trust, he had to play the long game and play his cards right.

“Worse being they off us altogether” he commented figuring they’d be likely to do just that. He doubted they had a lot of patience for ‘disobedient slaves’. If wanting freedom again was considered disobedience so be it. He would not be a caged bird forever, he would find a way back to his home. The vampires had already kept him from ever experiencing the Fae realm of his people and now they’d tore him from the place he’d called home for years. He wasn’t going to stay without a fight.