Feb '25 DWC Day 2 - Cage/Power
'Suramar, our haven, our sanctuary, our prison.' He was tall for his age, yet he'd barely lived past his thirties if I had to guess. Young for our people, though I'd seen Elisande and her court do far worse to even younger especially in recent years. His fingers slid along the stone plaque at his side. Words depicting the Frozen Friends exhibit within the menagerie. Despite his fingers sliding along the magically etched Shalassian, he wasn't reading it at all. He could care less what it said. He already looked far better than he had when I found him. At least he had some color in his skin once more and didn't appear to be just skin and bones. In no time he'd flesh out and make a fine dancer on the Lure's stage. Nathanris was one of the lucky ones, if you dare call such a life lucky. Sivandris, the tycoon himself stood at his side perfectly poised. Not a flaw nor blemish on the lord. Though his features could be described as delicate, there would be no mistaking he was a man who moved with the fluid grace of a dancer. Appearing cruel or indifferent at times, he showed more mercy than other lords and masters of the city. Though make no mistake, he had no qualms giving me orders to do what others would find heartless, vile and detestable. Despite that, he kept himself rather guarded on his true feelings about a great number of things. He'd learned to act with caution in all circumstances despite how dodgy his scheming could be, his higher goals were not what one might expect from such a cold and calculating character. He was an elf I'd grown to respect, a sentiment I had never held for the upper class till I'd met him. Holding his glass of arcwine, Lord Lumenstone offered the other to the much younger elf like it was nothing. Clearly his status had kept him from ever wanting or needing like the younger one he now kept under his wing. A fact that young Nathanris hadn't missed in the least as he cautiously took the gracious offering while they discussed his future. How many had they saved by now, securing a safe haven for many, even those of the resistance under the guise of the illustrious Starcaller Lure. With every new dancer he brought in, more security would be needed. It wasn't a matter of if they could afford it, it was a matter of running out of good elves he could trust. He'd already called in the last of the elite forces he'd found still alive after all these years and had employed them among the Lumenstone's personal guard. And with Elisande's forces constantly at their door, this was a very dangerous game that he continued to play. I watched as Nathanris shook his hand, it seemed we acquired a new dancer for our stage and as an added bonus, one who liked to cook. I listened as Lord Lumenstone promised him the safety and security that he deserved. Both looked to me at the mention of protection, I'd offer them a nod. I'd assign one of my personal detail to him when we returned back at the Lure, I already had someone in mind to get the kid acquainted and set up. I couldn't afford him getting attached to me. I understood how victims held their savior complex with the one who got them out of the mess they were in, especially one as bad as his. But I wasn't a savior anymore than I was a good guy. I was just the necessary guy.
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