Vicailde
02-01-2007, 08:18 PM
Vicailde looked over his shoulder before pushing the door open to the tavern. They had been following him for a few days now but, he wasn't sure if he wanted them to know that, yet. The magisters were begining to uncover their blind eye to Vicailde and his radical government ideas now that he was seemingly becoming more sociable. They had even gone so far as to have a few of their men shadow him.
He grunted, eyeing the other participants before making his way to the bar and mixing himself a drink. He wasn't sure why he kept coming back to this tavern but, there was something about it. He just couldn't put his finger on what, exactly.
Perhaps the fact that it was not nearly as popular with the nobles as the Silvermoon Inn was. For that reason, he was greatful. He wasn't sure how long he could listen to them pratal on about the newest fashion crazes or who was dating who instead of actually caring about their people or what their government was doing.
He turned swiftly, in a strict military fashion, his drink now in hand and he took a seat. He had heard rumors that the Magistrates went as far as to kill someone for speaking out against them. Just the other day he saw two Sin'Dorei who were practicing free speach on a corner silenced by the Magistrates through Mind Control.
He gripped the glass tightly in his hand. It was true that these Sin'Dorei were speaking out against their new alliances but, those opinions needed to be heard and considered.
He stared at his drink swirling it slightly in a circular motion. He was a decorated war veteran and in any respect a nobleman who could have alot of power in the government but, he had never pursued it. He was too busy trying to solve the Sin'Dorei's problems with his inventions. Just the physical ones, dealing with ailments.
Now....now he had a family and he would have to look to the future and not what good he could do now but for his future...children. He hadn't really thought much on the issue but, he knew it was inevitable.
Ofcourse, this also conflicted him, now that he did have a family that he cared much about. If he followed a more direct path to change, he would not only put himself in danger but their lives as well.
. . . Vicailde drained his glass, conflicted in thought.
He grunted, eyeing the other participants before making his way to the bar and mixing himself a drink. He wasn't sure why he kept coming back to this tavern but, there was something about it. He just couldn't put his finger on what, exactly.
Perhaps the fact that it was not nearly as popular with the nobles as the Silvermoon Inn was. For that reason, he was greatful. He wasn't sure how long he could listen to them pratal on about the newest fashion crazes or who was dating who instead of actually caring about their people or what their government was doing.
He turned swiftly, in a strict military fashion, his drink now in hand and he took a seat. He had heard rumors that the Magistrates went as far as to kill someone for speaking out against them. Just the other day he saw two Sin'Dorei who were practicing free speach on a corner silenced by the Magistrates through Mind Control.
He gripped the glass tightly in his hand. It was true that these Sin'Dorei were speaking out against their new alliances but, those opinions needed to be heard and considered.
He stared at his drink swirling it slightly in a circular motion. He was a decorated war veteran and in any respect a nobleman who could have alot of power in the government but, he had never pursued it. He was too busy trying to solve the Sin'Dorei's problems with his inventions. Just the physical ones, dealing with ailments.
Now....now he had a family and he would have to look to the future and not what good he could do now but for his future...children. He hadn't really thought much on the issue but, he knew it was inevitable.
Ofcourse, this also conflicted him, now that he did have a family that he cared much about. If he followed a more direct path to change, he would not only put himself in danger but their lives as well.
. . . Vicailde drained his glass, conflicted in thought.