#he needs help...?

“I can’t believe you held something this important back like some damn secret!”  

After his tea with Frost Lucien had decided that it was finally time to see if maybe he could get some help, and he had left a message for the Ishgardian voidhunter to swing by and have some tea.

Tea usually kept things from getting bad, at least, but this time Lucien didn’t need a guidebook to read that Idristan was furious with him.

“Fury, I should let you have to face this on your own and then sell tickets!  ‘Come see the great Garlean idiot who didn’t think handling a void problem while working in the Shroud would be important’!  I could make thousands off people seeing the utter spectacle of how much you have been putting everyone at risk!”

The tea was getting cold.Idristan was getting more annoyed the longer Lucien let him rant.

When the conjurer went close to the door Lucien set his teacup down before moving, slamming the door closed and grabbing a collar of Idris’ coat, the leverage enough that he could almost toss the elezen back, against the wall, forearm against his throat to keep him from yelling at the sudden attack.  Luc’s voice was low but calm when he spoke, enough pressure to have the elezen quiet just long enough he could speak.

“It was originally going to get handled.  It didn’t.  I can’t handle it alone and instead of dying to a damn voidsent because Emperor alone knows which of the countless bodies I’ve left behind spawned the fetch, I am asking for help.”  Which was hard, the placid and calm demeanor in the kir fragmenting and breaking as he suddenly stepped back, the pressure off the elezen’s throat and exhaling a ragged breath.