Palt Fenrisol
- Palt
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| Chapter | Text |
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| 6.57 | “Shut your damn mouth, Palt!” |
| 6.57 | The Centaur named Palt was lighting a new roll. He sucked on it and blew out more smoke. |
| 6.57 | “Oh, forget it. Palt?” |
| 6.57 | The [Mages] left the bar quietly. The street was still full of pedestrians, but no one had noticed the fight. Indeed, no one even glanced at the tavern; Palt’s spell was still active, distracting attention away from it. The Centaur was first to exit; he waited for the rest of his companions. |
| 6.57 | Palt, Ulinde, Beza, and Isceil. They were all young [Mages] from Wistram, but full [Mages]. Top of their years. And she was their leader. She shook her head and adjusted her hood. |
| 6.57 | “Later. Palt, where’s the Drake you used [Mind Blank] on?” |
| 6.57 | Palt nodded to a Drake standing vacantly to the side. Selys Shivertail was still unfocused. The Centaur eyed her, and then turned to Montressa. |
| 6.57 | Palt exhaled; he was still smoking. It was almost perpetual if you knew him. |
| 6.57 | “So? Why do I have to talk to some petty Watch Captain? You do it Palt.” |
| 6.57 | “You are the best at negotiations, Palt.” |
| 6.57 | Palt sighed. Mons handed him a pouch and he took it. Isceil looked around. |
| 6.57 | He saw Palt turn his head and glare before marching back. Montressa looked at Beza and the Minotauress shook her head hopelessly. Palt spat the smoking roll from his lips and caught it magically in the air. He glared at Isceil. |
| 6.57 | He saw Palt turn his head and glare before marching back. Montressa looked at Beza and the Minotauress shook her head hopelessly. Palt spat the smoking roll from his lips and caught it magically in the air. He glared at Isceil. |
| 6.57 | Isceil moderated his tone and reached for it. Palt made it vanish and the Drake glared at him. |
| 6.57 | The Drake rudely turned his back. Palt trotted off huffily. His companions watched him go. After a second, Beza snorted. |
| 6.57 | “Let me go first, though. And remember—the Horns stayed at her inn. So not a word about them. We need to be careful, so that means you keep your mouth shut, Beza. And you, Isceil. And Ulinde. Palt’s the only one I trust, actually.” |
| 6.57 | Lyonette blinked at Montressa. The [Mage] blinked back. Lyonette’s hair was nearly as red at hers; that was a rarer sight on Izril, as opposed to the old Terandrian bloodlines. But she was too preoccupied with explaining about Palt. |
| 6.58 | Maybe then she wouldn’t have to deal with idiots walking into her office. The Watch Captain glared over her desk at the Centaur. Palt. He’d talked his way in here, but unfortunately, she couldn’t fault the Gnoll on duty down below for letting him up here. |
| 6.58 | The Centaur shuffled his hooves. Palt, the [Illusionist] and subject of Zevara’s wrath, really wished he had something to smoke. Still, he put on his best smile and spread his arms wide, peaceably, trying not to paw the floorboards nervously with a hoof. |
| 6.58 | Zevara was reaching for a drawer in her desk, glaring up at Palt. He hesitated. He was under the influence of two charm spells, but all that seemed to be doing was slowing the boil of the Drake’s temper in front of him. |
| 6.58 | Palt subvocalized another spell, [Soothing Presence]. It didn’t seem to work that much, but Zevara’s claws stopped digging into the desk. Verbally, he smiled weakly. |
| 6.58 | The Watch Captain stared at Palt. She didn’t know why she hadn’t arrested him or thrown her out one of her windows. She—paused. A thought occurred to her, born out of training and she glanced surreptitiously at her claw. Then she pulled open a desk. Of all the damn times to— |
| 6.58 | The Centaur had such a soothing voice. Zevara almost wanted to sit back and let him tell his side of things. She was looking. Let’s see—second drawer down—she pulled out a neatly-folded handkerchief and grimaced. She needed to organize her things, but—Palt was nodding. |
| 6.58 | Palt squirmed. |
| 6.58 | And the little, smiling face had turned into a horror-mask of fury. Zevara paused. She looked up at Palt. Her eyes narrowed and silently, she bit her tongue, drawing blood. Below the desk she silently kicked her biggest toe into the side. |