Kelle wasn’t entirely sure who her guests would be, but she was correct that they would be coming to her door relatively soon. Already her eyes in the city had warned her that a few strangers were already in Skilla and would soon be at her door.
She was wearing a crimson lace dress which glimmered with sparkly faceted garnets and showed off all her plump curves. She wished the dress was adorned with rubies instead of far less expensive garnets – but a girl had to be frugal once in a while. It had a long cutout back which showed off her beautiful rose tattoos along her spine and enough skin to hopefully play on her skills of persuasion.
Along her silken neck she wore a beautiful leather and garnet choker along with fancy chains of gold, garnet and onyx along her wrists and a few elegant rings adorning her fingers.
Her hair when straight draped all the way past her rump in a gorgeous deep reddish auburn. Normally when she was working she would simply roll and tie it up into a tidy bun which was her usual hiding spot for a thin long dagger.
This however was a special occasion and she had painstakingly soaked her hair in special oils, curled large sections, and then pinned it up in elegant broaches and hairpins. It looked damned near royal and the dangling jewels on the end of the various hairpins made soft tiny chimes when she turned her head. It was certainly heavier this way but sometimes comfort suffered for beauty.
There were at least two different knives hidden in this hairdo. Essential precautions.
By the time Du’Mas had informed her that two strangers had indeed arrived at their doorstep and were waiting in the entrance hall she had just finished the last careful job of applying her homemade makeup to accent her bright eyes.
“Alright, let them in! And remember, be on your best behaviour!”
Du’Mas looked concerned for a moment as he was unsure what his best behaviour was supposed to be. After a few moments of stalling and a sharp glare from Kelle he bolted for the main entrance and fiddled with straightening out some of his chest fur under his more formal assistant robe before he popped out of the room to get them.
A few moments later the large Du’Mas led in the smaller decrepit Orc and the strange woman into the parlour.
Kelle was planning on carefully lounging against the edge of her wooden bar and batting her dark thick eyelashes when they had first walked in but the moment her eyes took in the guests she did something random and unexpected instead.
She screamed and pointed at the decrepit Orc and let out a shrill sharp ‘EEEK!’
Things moved very quickly then. Du’Mas had thought that green thing had somehow offended or hurt his Mistress, so naturally he gripped the old crippled man by the back of his robes and was about to chuck him off towards where the fireplace was located only to suddenly find himself grabbed rather tightly by the back scruff of his large neck. The only one tall enough for that must have been the woman stranger, but wasn’t she just beside him a moment ago? Could she move that fast?
All this happened rather quickly and the events happened pretty simultaneously.
Kelle was horrified to see her old dear friend Tusk dangling by the back of his robes a foot from the ground. Tusk was shocked to suddenly be dangling a foot from the ground with his fingers still jammed in his large pointed ears where he had put them when Kelle had started to scream. Du’Mas was shocked at the strength of the tightening at the back of his scruff and was already lost on what to do now. And Krill was wondering just what kind of mess they had all fallen into.
“Enough! Du’Mas you put him down right this instant!” Kelle shouted.
“I will not!” Snarled Krill who was certain the woman had said ‘dumbass’ and assumed the angry woman was referring to her.
Du’Mas was shocked and confused about the entire situation and wondered if it were possible the thing holding him also had been named Du’Mas. He decided to hold very still and wait to see which one his Mistress referred to.
“Du’Mas I said let him go!”
Krill was about ready to tell this woman where she could stuff her demands when the creature in her grasp suddenly released his grip which caused Tusk to drop down and stumble face first towards the floor. Krill instinctively let go of the creature in order to try and help Tusk from falling, but she was already too late. Kelle was far faster then all of them and with keen reflexes she zipped forward with alarming speed and helped catch the old man from landing with his face on the stone floor.
Du’Mas was sniffling back anxious tears and rubbing the back of his now tender neck. Krill was ready for a fight as she glared at both the woman and her minion. And Tusk was managing to catch his breath just in time to break the awkward standoff with a sudden wheezing dry laugh. “What an entrance!”
“I’m sorry Tusky, I didn’t know it would be you! Du’Mas means well.. he’s just an idiot!” She glared sharply at him but decided it was not helpful to keep yelling at him just in case he burst into full on messy sobs.
“Tusky?” Krill grinned and her attitude softened. Obviously the danger had passed.
“You look as gorgeous as ever, Kelle.” Tusk replied rather dreamily as she helped him to his feet. “But then, I suppose that is to be expected. I on the other hand? I am as old as dirt.”
“Wait, that is Kelle? Mistress Kelle?” Krill looked over the somewhat short voluptuous woman who couldn’t have been too much older then herself. There certainly was no Elf in this woman yet she certainly wasn’t human either. Then again, Krill wasn’t much to judge.
“Oh, yes sorry let me introduce you two. Krill this is the Mistress Kelle. As beautiful as she is powerful.” He brushed his robe off as best he could. Straightened it here and there over his thin arms and his squat porky belly. “And Kelle, this is my companion Krill. She happens to be the reason why we’ve come here.”
“Ah. It’s silly but part of me always assumed I would get a visit from you earlier. I had never taken my offer off the table, Tusky. Although I feel you may have waited far too long…”
“No. I stand by what I told you years ago, love. I was born a CullBreed and I shall always be a Cullbreed. And one day when I’m good and ready, I’ll die a Cullbreed. This body is frail and broken and broken things aren’t meant to last forever.” The reply seemed tired and rehearsed as if the argument was old between them and an act of social ritual to perform.
“I had hoped one day you would stroll up to my door and tell me you found an answer to your aches and pains. I think you have somewhat – at least you should have been dead by now. Or so crippled you couldn’t walk and look at you! You were always the surprise. I just… you deserved better. You always deserved better.”
“Well it’s true that I spent painful years of my youth trying to fix this aching relic of a body I was given. I guess I finally came to the understanding that some things just are. It’s in the blood and the bone and the soul. I accepted that a long time ago and I’m at peace with it. A bit of magickal help and a lot of luck has given me far more time then I probably deserve. I’ve had a long, adventurous life and I’ve gotten into my share of trouble.” He chuckled and removed his spectacles a moment in order to clean them off and adjust the lenses. “I’m not ready to give up yet.”
“I’d expect nothing less. Giving up was never in your vocabulary.”
“Oh, I dunno. I gave some things up.” His smile was far more pained.
Krill and Du’Mas glanced at each other a moment and gave a small nod. It was a familiar understanding known only to those stuck in awkward situations of being in the room during private conversations. A silent unconscious conversation seemed to transpire between them in which both apologized for the very uncomfortable positions they were in right now.
Kelle leaned forward and kissed Tusk on the top of his forehead. What remained of his white hair had long receded back and there was ample space to find. It also gave him a rather glorious look down her cleavage which he felt she subtly intended.
With the return of a blush and a new shaky feeling in his bones, Tusk returned the sweet kiss on the back of her flawless hand he grinned past his ivory tusks. “Now where is the good alcohol? I think we could all stand to drown ourselves in a bit of drink. We have business to discuss.”
Everyone agreed that alcohol sounded like the best solution.